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Forget it.
Look, we don't know what's going on out there. It may just be a down transmitter. But if it's not, I want you there...as an advisor. That's all.
You wouldn't be going in with the troops. I can guarantee your safety.
These Colonial Marines are some tough hombres, and they're packing stateoftheart firepower. Nothing they can't handle...right, Lieutenant?
We're trained to deal with these kinds of situations.
Still nothing from the colony?
Dead on all channels.
Looks like you company can write off its share of this colony.
It's insured.
What's he scanning for?
PDT'S. PersonalData Transmitters. Every adult colonist had one surgically implanted.
We're talking thermonuclear explosion.
Shit. Apone, collect magazines from everybody. We can't have any firing in there.
Fiftyseven...oh, Christ...
You'd drifted right through the core systems. It's blind luck that deepsalvage team caught you when they...are you all right?
Have they located my daughter yet?
Well, I was going to wait until after the inquest...
Is she...?
Amanda RipleyMcClaren. Married name, I guess. Age: sixtysix ...at time of death. Two years ago. I'm sorry.
Amy.
Cancer. Hmmmm. They still haven't licked that one. Cremated. Interred Parkside Repository, Little Chute, Wisconsin. No children.
You read my deposition...it's complete and accurate.
Look, I believe you, but there are going to be some heavyweights in there. You got Feds, you got interstellar commerce commission, you got colonial administration, insurance company guys...
I get the picture.
Just tell them what happened. The important thing is to stay cool and unemotional.
You had them eating out of your hand, kiddo.
They had their minds made up before I even went in there. They think I'm a head case.
You are a head case. Have a donut.
No. There's no way!
Hear me out...
I was reamed, steamed and drycleaned by you guys...and now you want me to go back out there? Forget it.
What about you? What's your interest in this?
Well, the corporation cofinanced that colony with the Colonial Administration, against mineral rights. We're getting into a lot of terraforming...'Building Better Worlds.'
Yeah, yeah. I saw the commercial.
I heard you were working in the cargo docks.
That's right.
Running loaders, forklifts, that sort of thing?
It's all I could get. Anyway, it keeps my mind off of... everything. Days off are worse.
What if I said I could get you reinstated as a flight officer? And that the company has agreed to pick up your contract?
If I go.
If you go. It's a second chance, kiddo. And it'll be the best thing in the world for you to face this fear and beat it. You gotta get back on the horse...
Spare me, Burke. I've had my psych evaluation this month.
Yes, and I've read it. You wake up every night, sheets soaking, the same nightmare over and over...
No! The answer is no. Now please go. I'm sorry. Just go, would you.
Yello? Oh, Ripley. Hi...
Burke, just tell me one thing. That you're going out there to kill them. Not study. Not bring back. Just burn them out...clean ...forever.
That's the plan. My word on it.
You never said anything about an android being here! Why not?
Well, it didn't occur to me. It's been policy for years to have a synthetic on board.
I hope you're right. I really do.
I suggest you study the disks Ripley has been kind enough to prepare for you.
That the atmosphere processor?
Uhhunh. One of thirty or so, all over the planet. They're completely automated. We manufacture them, by the way.
They're right under the primary heat exchangers.
Yeah? Maybe the organisms like the heat, that's why they built...
That's not what I mean. Gorman, if your men have to use their weapons in there, they'll rupture the cooling system.
She's right.
No good. How do we know it'll effect their biochemistry? I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
Now hold on a second. I'm not authorizing that action.
Why not?
Well, I mean...I know this is an emotional moment, but let's not make snap judgments. Let's move cautiously. First, this physical installation had a substantial dollar value attached to it
They can bill me. I got a tab running. What's second?
This is clearly an important species we're dealing with here. We can't just arbitrarily exterminate them
Bullshit!
You son of a bitch.
Don't make me pull rank, Ripley.
What rank? I believe Corporal Hicks has authority here.
Corporal Hicks!?
This operation is under military jurisdiction and Hicks is next in chain of command. Right?
Those specimens are worth millions to the bioweapons division. Now, if you're smart we can both come out of this heroes. Set up for life.
You just try getting a dangerous organism past ICC quarantine. Section 22350 of the Commerce Code.
You've been doing your homework. Look, they can't impound it if they don't know about it.
But they will know about it, Burke. From me. Just like they'll know how you were responsible for the deaths of one hundred and fiftyseven colonists here
Now, wait a second
You sent them to that ship. I just checked the colony log... directive dates sixtwelveseventynine. Signed Burke, Carter J.
You sent them out there and you didn't even warn them, Burke. Why didn't you warn them?
Look, maybe the thing didn't even exist, right? And if I'd made it a major security situation, the Administration would've stepped in. Then no exclusive rights, nothing.
I expected more of you, Ripley. I thought you would be smarter than this.
Sorry to disappoint you.
I've isolated a neuromuscular toxin responsible for the paralysis. It seems to be metabolizing. He should wake up soon.
Now let me get this straight. The aliens paralyzed the colonists, carried them over there, cocooned them to be hosts for more of those...
Which would mean lots of those parasites, right? One for each person...over a hundred at least.
Yes. That follows.
But these things come from eggs...so where are all the eggs coming from.
That is the question of the hour. We could assume a parallel to certain insect forms who have hivelike organization. An ant of termite colony, for example, is ruled by a single female, a queen, which is the source of new eggs.
You're saying one of those things lays all the eggs?
Well, the queen is always physically larger then the others. A termite queen's abdomen is so bloated with eggs that it can't move at all. It is fed and tended by drone workers, defended by the warriors. She is the center of their lives, quite literally the mother of their society.
Could it be intelligent?
Hard to say. It may have been blind instinct...attraction to the heat of whatever...but she did choose to incubate her eggs in the one spot where we couldn't destroy her without destroying ourselves. That's if she exists, of course.
That's it. See it? Emergency venting.
How long until it blows?
I'm projecting total systems failure in a little under four hours. The blast radius will be about thirty kilometers. About equal to ten megatons.
And it's too late to shut it down?
I'm afraid so. The crash did too much damage. The overload is inevitable, at this point.
I'll go.
What?
I'm really the only one qualified to remotepilot the ship anyway. Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic but I'm not stupid.
All right. Let's get on it. What'll you need?
It's going to be closer. You better get going.
See you soon.

Forget it.

Look, we don't know what's going on out there. It may just be a down transmitter. But if it's not, I want you there...as an advisor. That's all.

You wouldn't be going in with the troops. I can guarantee your safety.

These Colonial Marines are some tough hombres, and they're packing stateoftheart firepower. Nothing they can't handle...right, Lieutenant?

We're trained to deal with these kinds of situations.

Still nothing from the colony?

Dead on all channels.

Looks like you company can write off its share of this colony.

It's insured.

What's he scanning for?

PDT'S. PersonalData Transmitters. Every adult colonist had one surgically implanted.

We're talking thermonuclear explosion.

Shit. Apone, collect magazines from everybody. We can't have any firing in there.

Fiftyseven...oh, Christ...

You'd drifted right through the core systems. It's blind luck that deepsalvage team caught you when they...are you all right?

Have they located my daughter yet?

Well, I was going to wait until after the inquest...

Is she...?

Amanda RipleyMcClaren. Married name, I guess. Age: sixtysix ...at time of death. Two years ago. I'm sorry.

Amy.

Cancer. Hmmmm. They still haven't licked that one. Cremated. Interred Parkside Repository, Little Chute, Wisconsin. No children.

You read my deposition...it's complete and accurate.

Look, I believe you, but there are going to be some heavyweights in there. You got Feds, you got interstellar commerce commission, you got colonial administration, insurance company guys...

I get the picture.

Just tell them what happened. The important thing is to stay cool and unemotional.

You had them eating out of your hand, kiddo.

They had their minds made up before I even went in there. They think I'm a head case.

You are a head case. Have a donut.

No. There's no way!

Hear me out...

I was reamed, steamed and drycleaned by you guys...and now you want me to go back out there? Forget it.

What about you? What's your interest in this?

Well, the corporation cofinanced that colony with the Colonial Administration, against mineral rights. We're getting into a lot of terraforming...'Building Better Worlds.'

Yeah, yeah. I saw the commercial.

I heard you were working in the cargo docks.

That's right.

Running loaders, forklifts, that sort of thing?

It's all I could get. Anyway, it keeps my mind off of... everything. Days off are worse.

What if I said I could get you reinstated as a flight officer? And that the company has agreed to pick up your contract?

If I go.

If you go. It's a second chance, kiddo. And it'll be the best thing in the world for you to face this fear and beat it. You gotta get back on the horse...

Spare me, Burke. I've had my psych evaluation this month.

Yes, and I've read it. You wake up every night, sheets soaking, the same nightmare over and over...

No! The answer is no. Now please go. I'm sorry. Just go, would you.

Yello? Oh, Ripley. Hi...

Burke, just tell me one thing. That you're going out there to kill them. Not study. Not bring back. Just burn them out...clean ...forever.

That's the plan. My word on it.

You never said anything about an android being here! Why not?

Well, it didn't occur to me. It's been policy for years to have a synthetic on board.

I hope you're right. I really do.

I suggest you study the disks Ripley has been kind enough to prepare for you.

That the atmosphere processor?

Uhhunh. One of thirty or so, all over the planet. They're completely automated. We manufacture them, by the way.

They're right under the primary heat exchangers.

Yeah? Maybe the organisms like the heat, that's why they built...

That's not what I mean. Gorman, if your men have to use their weapons in there, they'll rupture the cooling system.

She's right.

No good. How do we know it'll effect their biochemistry? I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.

Now hold on a second. I'm not authorizing that action.

Why not?

Well, I mean...I know this is an emotional moment, but let's not make snap judgments. Let's move cautiously. First, this physical installation had a substantial dollar value attached to it

They can bill me. I got a tab running. What's second?

This is clearly an important species we're dealing with here. We can't just arbitrarily exterminate them

Bullshit!

You son of a bitch.

Don't make me pull rank, Ripley.

What rank? I believe Corporal Hicks has authority here.

Corporal Hicks!?

This operation is under military jurisdiction and Hicks is next in chain of command. Right?

Those specimens are worth millions to the bioweapons division. Now, if you're smart we can both come out of this heroes. Set up for life.

You just try getting a dangerous organism past ICC quarantine. Section 22350 of the Commerce Code.

You've been doing your homework. Look, they can't impound it if they don't know about it.

But they will know about it, Burke. From me. Just like they'll know how you were responsible for the deaths of one hundred and fiftyseven colonists here

Now, wait a second

You sent them to that ship. I just checked the colony log... directive dates sixtwelveseventynine. Signed Burke, Carter J.

You sent them out there and you didn't even warn them, Burke. Why didn't you warn them?

Look, maybe the thing didn't even exist, right? And if I'd made it a major security situation, the Administration would've stepped in. Then no exclusive rights, nothing.

I expected more of you, Ripley. I thought you would be smarter than this.

Sorry to disappoint you.

I've isolated a neuromuscular toxin responsible for the paralysis. It seems to be metabolizing. He should wake up soon.

Now let me get this straight. The aliens paralyzed the colonists, carried them over there, cocooned them to be hosts for more of those...

Which would mean lots of those parasites, right? One for each person...over a hundred at least.

Yes. That follows.

But these things come from eggs...so where are all the eggs coming from.

That is the question of the hour. We could assume a parallel to certain insect forms who have hivelike organization. An ant of termite colony, for example, is ruled by a single female, a queen, which is the source of new eggs.

You're saying one of those things lays all the eggs?

Well, the queen is always physically larger then the others. A termite queen's abdomen is so bloated with eggs that it can't move at all. It is fed and tended by drone workers, defended by the warriors. She is the center of their lives, quite literally the mother of their society.

Could it be intelligent?

Hard to say. It may have been blind instinct...attraction to the heat of whatever...but she did choose to incubate her eggs in the one spot where we couldn't destroy her without destroying ourselves. That's if she exists, of course.

That's it. See it? Emergency venting.

How long until it blows?

I'm projecting total systems failure in a little under four hours. The blast radius will be about thirty kilometers. About equal to ten megatons.

And it's too late to shut it down?

I'm afraid so. The crash did too much damage. The overload is inevitable, at this point.

I'll go.

What?

I'm really the only one qualified to remotepilot the ship anyway. Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic but I'm not stupid.

All right. Let's get on it. What'll you need?

It's going to be closer. You better get going.

See you soon.