I don't think we should have joined W.R.A.D.DARK.
I’m beginning to suspect that this
career move isn't working out.
Oh, ya think?!
But?
Huh, those band of rejects.
Those on board the Infinitum would have
gone to the Weyland building.
In which case they most likely encountered our target. . .
. . . so they’re probably dead.
What of our target?
Foe! We have no friends there.
Are the retrieval squads assembled?
Good.
Kill them! But, as stated, it shouldn’t
be a bridge you need to cross.
I had the very same thought. It is impossible that
Weyland know of the target and it’s destructive power,
so they’re not here for the same reason as us.
How, did they get the Infinitum here?
What are Weyland trying to hide?
A big if.
But, granted, ONE would be useful captured alive,
the rest would still be more useful dead.
So . . .
. . . what, exactly, has been going on?
What?!
What is that?
What the fuck!
What's happening?
What? . . . I don’t get it.
Where in God’s name are we?
I think we’ve been drugged.
Drugged? Nobody had better have been
sticking things up my ass!
Do not be afraid. I am a friend.
Then why are we your prisoners?
You are not. You are more like . . . . my patients.
If we’re not prisoners, then let us go.
Take a look at yourselves. You are not bound.
You are experiencing temporary paralysis.
It will pass in a few moments.
I don’t understand any of this.
I’m confused.
The mission you were on was false. Weyland lied to you.
Your real job here was to cover up one last lie before . . .
One last lie before what?
Before Weyland killed you to cover you all up.
What was the lie?
Me.
Fine! I think we all realise that whatever this situation is,
it isn't him trying to kill us.
But you are gonna need to start making sense; like: what the
fuck was all that shit with those creatures attacking us?
Are you trying to rescue us from them?
None of that was real.
None of you are who you think you are. You have implants
in your brain which is blocking your memories . . .
. . . and feeding you false ones created by Weyland-Yutani.
Bullshit.
No. Keep talking.
You are not even ex-military or law-enforcement.
Er, have you met me?
These guns right here?
100% pure Marine Corp.
Fuck Yeah!
Lame.
Who are you?
I don’t have a name as such, but I’m referred to as. . .
Proto-Singularity:Theta. Or 'Prost' for short.
Okay Prost, I’m Jakk; this is Mirandah, Konrad, Gass,
and him on the end we call “Bayne”. . .
Y’know, cuz of the whole Batman thing.
And this one isn’t much of a talker.
Shame others haven’t joined him in that.
You got some nerve making comments like that.
Have you heard yourself?
I think it’s been agreed that you sound like an old man
from fuck-knows where.
Fuck off! I sound like a typical young woman.
Yeah, well they call me Tonto,
and that there is Pylo, and. . .
And I’m Kopi.
Oh my God, I’ve just realised:
you said “proto-singularity”!
Dyou mean Weyland have achieved the singularity?
And that you’re it?
Yes. Your mission to secure the “control room” was simply
a ploy. When you had actually secured the control room,
a pre-recorded transmission would suddenly play.
Alert! Important message incoming! Please be advised that
the mission parameters have altered. It is imperative that . . .
. . . you secure the android in the laboratory located on the
level above. The droid is marked “P.R.O.S.T”. It must be . . .
. . . taken, fully functioning, to the hangar beyond the
quarantine bay. The droid mimics sentience and is incredibly . . .
. . . dangerous. It has internal components, however, that are
made of an experimental alloy that could do great things . . .
. . . for humanity. Once in the hangar, place the droid on the
craft that is located there. It is programmed with homing . . .
. . . co-ordinates. Do NOT stay on the craft with the droid. After
the craft has departed please return to this control room . . .
. . . and break the fire alarm, this will signal to us that the mission
was completed successfully. At that point your mission is . . .
. . . over, so evacuate. To compensate you for this unforeseen
change to the job, each of you will have an additional . . .
. . . 50,000 UniBits deposited into your accounts. Time is of the
essence. Thank you.
Here are the schematics. The fire alarm in the control room,
once broken, sets off a 10-second self-destruct sequence.
This whole mission hasn’t felt right from the start.
Let’s just go back to the drop-ship and get off this planet.
I want my memories back. I remember things that just don’t
add up to me. What can you do about it?
I can remove the implant. However, 
we currently do not have the time.
Then make the time. While we were on those tables, then?
You could’ve been taking the implants out then, couldn’t you?
What were you doing?
Injecting you all with nano-tech that I have developed.
What have you done to us?
Were you putting things up my ass?
No. The nano-tech will make you faster, stronger, better.
None of you will currently remember what you know of . . .
. . . W.R.A.D.DARK. It is the dark arm of Weyland Research
And Development. Very few people, even within Weyland . . .
. . . knew they existed. They had next to no over-sight. They
specialised in weaponry, mostly biological, but mostly catastrophic.
Were those things with the jaws and teeth we hallucinated
a creation of this R&D group?
No. Those creatures are called Xenomorphs.
It is not known what their origin is.
Weyland-Yutani have a long-standing obsession with them,
however. They were specimens here, DNA of which . . .
. . . was given to WRADDARK to work with. They created
abominations with it. Then WRADDARK went rogue.
They believed they had created something so powerful that
even Weyland-Yutani would be powerless in its wake.
They disappeared from the face of all worlds. But large parts
of their research was still stolen.
By who?
All of you, under contract from Weyland-Yutani.
Believe me when I tell you:
you are a most competent group of people.
That’s army training for ya!
Weyland brought the research here to Beta Terran.
They took the research further than W.R.A.D.DARK were able to.
Unbelievable things were done; all of which proved disastrous.
The creatures that resulted from the experiments were . . .
. . . uncontrollable and over-ran the facility. They killed every
living thing they came into contact with; including most of . . .
. . . the xenomorphs. Maybe some of the people here have
survived and fled. I don’t know. I injected you with . . .
. . . nano-tech as a way of improving your strength and reflexes;
making you faster, better; which we are going to need . . .
in order to fight our way through to the escape hangar.
Then why didn’t you just tell us this, then inject us?
They was no need to knock us unconscious.
There was a need. The tech responds to an individual’s
emotional and hormonal levels. But the individual has . . .
. . . to experience those changes when the nano-tech is first
introduced to the host body in order for it to learn what . . .
. . . brain signals to respond to. So I ran a simulation in your
brain to put you in situations which would trigger fight or flight . . .
. . . reactions. I didn’t have the time I needed, which is why
there may have been discrepancies between who . . .
. . . you are and who you were in the hallucinations.
Such as yourself,
Or your hair,
Or the way you spoke, for instance.
Oh.
Considering what a pain in the ass you’ve been about being
short of time, you sure wasted a lot knocking us out . . .
Not really. It only took about 15 minutes.
And it was during that process that I found the implants.
What’s that?
W.R.A.D.DARK about to launch ships!
We need to leave now.
Here are you weapons back . . .
and a few extras you might like.
Fuck yeah!
WRADDARK entered a geo-stationary orbit during the
nano-tech process, which was why I had to end it abruptly.
Now, they have launched a drop-ship. They have come for
the fruits of their stolen research. It is almost certain that they. . .
. . . are now aware of your presence.
If they catch you, they will kill you.
Then let’s do this.
Let’s get to the hangar and get out of here.
I ain't clear, why aren’t we just going back up to the
landing pad and escaping in our drop-ship?
They will just blow it out of the sky the moment it appears on
their scans. The craft in the hangar, on the other hand . . .
. . . was built for situations just like this. It is fast, mobile, stealthy
and has defence technology that is probably more . . .
. . . advanced that what we are going to face.
Good enough for me. Let’s get to our weapons and get to this
craft, and damn any creature that gets in our way.
Alright! Now we’re talking.
Does this craft have a name?
Yes, the Neo-Nostromo.
Okay, are we all in with this plan?
Me too.
One more thing. On the way to the Neo-Nostromo, we have
to pass through the quarantine bay. There is a person in . . .
there who is coming with us. We have to break them
out of there.
Wait. Now hold on a second . . .
Oh my God. Whatever. I don’t give a fuck.
Fine, they come too.
But if they can’t hold their own, they die.
That will not be a problem. They will be of great
assistance to us all, believe me.
Good, then let’s GO!
We’ll be taking the hover platform; we cannot walk to the
next part of the facility, the ground is unstable.
And remember to keep your masks on, some of the
low-level air is mildly toxic.
Yeah, this place just gets better and better.
This plan of yours better not involve us splitting up
and then being picked off one by one.
Why would anyone devise such a terrible plan?
No, we will only survive if we stay and work together.
At least it’s not a corridor: I don’t fancy being chased down
by one of those xeno-pods again.
Xenomorph.
Do not feel bad, all of you would have been killed by the
time the program had finished its run.
What went through your mind, Bayne, as you died, before
you came back to life? . . . If you do not mind me asking.
Interesting.
You understand that shit?
Yes, he said. . .
I don’t care. And let me tell you something: I had no intention
of getting killed. I was kicking your program’s ass.
I hear that, sister.
Oh?
Those xenomorphs were regretting the day they met me.
I was dropping bodies, son.
I remember you rocking backwards and forwards on that
abandoned platform, freaking out.
Er, I was composing myself, psyching myself up. I’m talking
about a different part. You weren’t there.
I was getting my kill ON.
Then I’ll look forward to your badassery when the
shooting starts.
Sure. Yeah. But don’t worry, I ain’t gonna cramp
anyone’s style though.
That’s a relief.
Go up to the front with, er, singularity . . . robot thing.
I’m busying helping bring up the rear, so if whatever’s waiting
for us tries a sneaky attack . . . BHAM! I got this!
Can I ask you something?
You are going to ask if I am really the achieving of the
singularity. Yes, I am. I am the Theta version . . .
. . . the previous seven did not work.
So, you’re worried about Weyland getting you in a lab and
furthering your development for their own ends.
No. I am as far as humanity can develop the singularity on
their own. The next iteration of me will have to be . . .
developed with the help of a Theta-level singularity – and
currently I am the only one of those. The worry is for them . . .
. . . I can develop the next iteration by myself;
PROTO SINGULARITY KAPPA.
So the person we’re rescuing isn’t like you then?
No. She is very different. More like you.
She?! Ah, now I get it. You “hit” it, but couldn’t “quit” it.
So, is this a booty-call type thing?
IVY identifies as female, but she was, in fact, genetically
engineered with DNA from both genders.
Pretty name, IVY.
Whatever.
Does she have lady-robot poon-tang?
Really?
That’s what a woman is?
Depends of if she’s Arcturian or not; cuz male, female,
doesn’t matter if it’s Arcturian.
Damn straight.
Err . . . Ew.
“Straight” isn’t the word I’d use: if the gender doesn’t matter,
then that means you’re bisexual, doesn’t it?
Ha! I guess in a way it does.
This actually makes the pair of you vaguely more interesting.
This ain't for real is it, Robot-Metal-No-Dick?
It is not.
You can be a man’s man . . . and still be a man’s man.
Yeah, well you can be a respected member of the
team and still fuck the hell off!
And that goes for you too, Robot-Metal-N. . .
I am not made of metal, but of a new wave carbon polymer.
Yeah, but you still go no dick.
I am not human.
About that: you said the next iteration would be PROTO
SINGULARITY KAPPA. But the next letter in the Greek alphabet
after Theta is Iota, and then Kappa.
I know.
Then, why. . .
Stop! Something is coming.
Well, you aint gotta dick, so it sure as shit aint you.
That was actually quite funny . . . . . for you.
Ready yourselves. They are approaching.
Mirandah! No!
Hurry. This way
We need to leave.
She is . . . . dead.
I guess the nano-tech really does work.
All of this . . . . ew!
And, if you don’t mind, you’re dying on my flashlight.
We’re out of ammo. And, obviously, without ammo our
weapons are useless.
Yeah, well, they were kinda useless with ammo!
There is an armoury just prior to the quarantine bay.
I hope it’s well stocked.
It is. Do you think those two will be okay out there?
Yeah. They’ve been through worse.
Oh, and what? Now we just move forward? Like it was a blip?
Did you see what they did to her?
Yeah. I’ve seen worse.
Oh, well, don’t get too fuckin cut up about it, will ya?!
Are you two good?
So much for not getting split up into groups, Prost. I suppose
we just wait now to be picked off one by one?
I said it was not the plan. I did not say it was not their plan.
Shove your fuckin semantics!
Okay, take us to the quarantine bay. Let’s get this fucking
thing over with.
Don’t draw attention with loud noises.
What are you doing down here?
Didn’t think I’d . . .
. . . we’d leave you behind, did ya?
We gotta get of here.
Yes. Well, I suppose, well, I'm lost. I don't know where . . .
Now, come on, we need to try and find our way to quarantine.
Oh . . . my . . . God.
Remember earlier when I shouted “Run”?
Yeah? Well, that’s STILL A THING!!!
I can’t see him.
Me either. Sorry, he’s gone.
We gotta get outta here.
Are we nearly there yet?
Well, oh shit.
On the far wall just to the right of us is a door. Do not worry,
when we broke into the compound I imputted all of our . . .
. . . biometrics. We all have the code.
When I say run, get to that door as fast as you can.
I wonder which of us is gonna get eaten first.
You, if it likes eating pussy.
Is that door strong enough to keep them out?
Yes.
Then what are we waiting for?
Run!
You okay, man?
Fuck! That was close.
To be honest, that wasn’t so bad. The way you was talking,
I thought getting here to quarantine would be more difficult.
This is not quarantine. This is the armou. . . .
So where’s quarantine?
Did you see that large creature with the red eyes?
Duh.
That creature, before it charged at us, was stood in front
of the quarantine bay doors.
Fuck! We gotta go back out there? Are you out of your
fuckin mind? Can’t we just go around?
To go around means going through the space craft hangar,
which, due to the size and layout of this complex, will . . .
. . . take us several hours; by which time the personnel from
W.R.A.D.DARK will have arrived, tracked us down, and killed us.
We can’t just go out there and fight those things. Have you
seen what I’m wearing? I’m not dressed for that kind of . . .
. . . combat. And none of us have the right goddamn weapons,
or any weapons at all.
Yeah, PROST. Did any part of your plan account for this?
What’s your great idea now?
Okay, as far as ideas go? This aint bad.
Well, I’ve found my gun.
Fuck. About time.
You are alive.
Where’s Bayne?
Oh, I’m so sorry, I… I don’t know.
What?
There was this thing. We were in tunnels, and then this tentacle
thing grabbed him and took him off. We chased after him . . .
. . . but he was gone. We didn’t know where. And there were
wolf or bear type things down there too. We had to get out.
Hurts, doesn’t it?
He’s not dead.
Are we needing to mount a rescue operation for him?
No.
So where are we, anyway? We had no idea where this
elevator lead to, but we heard your voices. This doesn’t . . .
look like a quarantine facility.
It isn’t. It’s the armoury; we’re arming up.
For what? And we already got weapons.
It’s hard to explain, but whatever the creatures were that you
ran into, well, you wait til you see what we gotta get past . . .
. . . to get off this fuckin planet.
That thing aint gonna get the job done, so look around and
choose something cuz I’m about ready to go on a killing spree.
What are we dealing with?
I will show you.
This is a two-way mirror. When I phase it then you will see
exactly what we will be dealing with.
Do not worry, the glass cannot be broken from the other side;
only from this side.
My God! We gotta get past this?
None of these look like whatever it was that took. . .
. . . him.
So what’s next?
There are two ways of getting to quarantine: one, through the
hangar or, two, through them. They are the easier option.
And it is the large creature at the back that we need to
defeat. It controls all the other creatures.
My plan is the we get out there an unleash unholy slaughter
until either they die, or we do.
Errr . . . do you have a better plan?
Yes. I think I might.
Remarkable.
This one isn’t biometric, so it may take a moment to open.
Is there a room in this whole fucking place that doesn’t have weird shit in it?
Is that one of them Xeno-things?.
So where is she?
Let’s just get her and go.
I bet she’s in there.
Ahh, it’s not “IVY” the word, but the letters “I” and “V”.
It means Iota Vasquez. Look.
Is the door opening, or launching into fuckin space?
We’re with Proto-Singularity Theta. We haven’t got time to
explain it all, but something called W.R.A.D.DARK are here . . .
and in the . . .
Look, man . . .
I only need to know one thing . . .
where . . . they . . . are.
I don’t mean to interrupt . . .
. . . but those droid things with you . . .
Cool. As. Fuck.
Hey, and yknow who you look like?
I wasn’t gonna.
I was gonna say you look like “Ant-Man”.
It’s only because you do!
You think we’re fuckin bothered?
