Fistfight and the Cemetery

A Sad Voice

1^st June 2012

Dear Cassi,

There are times in the doing of my job that voices come from the darkness. Each voice has a story to tell and none are happy tales of wonder. All too often when I lift the receiver to my desk phone the voice on the other side needs to tell me the horrors of their life.

       

Such was the case not too long ago when a woman called apologizing for not having money to donate to the homeless. This is a funny thing about working with the homeless; those who hold a tender part in their hearts for the folks I look after are often odd folks themselves. 

       

On the phone this woman with such a deep pain within her that she had to lance the wound and let it drain into strange fabric of the night wile she spoke. She was an aging hippy with the withered sound that the hard party lifestyle in her voice.

       

She told me of how she had been kicked out of her family home the night of her high school graduation by a mother calming to be protecting her. She was given a fifty dollar bill, that was a lot of money at the time, and told to make her way before her father took her life. This was back in the seventies before I was born and it was a different kind of world.

       

Unable to find work she had turned to friends who viewed her as an accessory to the lush accommodations of the era. She kept her place by satisfying carnal appetites. To live with herself she took drugs and lived in her ugly dream for an undisclosed time.

       

This had left her body ravaged and her womb broken. The injuries to her body left a hole in her heart where should have lived a child that she could never mother in biology or household. Those, the unfortunate, had become her children, and I shepherd to that brood. She had no idea if it was staff on that phone or client and said “if your homeless, god bless you”.

Live with who you are, little sister,

Richard Leland Neal

The Fox and the Alien

I wrote this letter sometime last year but never dated the work as it was part of a larger file. It is enough to say that it was written somewhere in the first half of 2013 and that I clearly failed to do my homework.

Dear 20^th Century Fox,

Having been a lifelong fan of the Alien franchise and hearing of difficulties in the area of making a sequel to Prometheus I find need to bring some points to your attention.  I have nothing coming to me save more films in a world I have much enjoyed by doing this but that is a good enough reason.

First off, what will David and Shaw find on the Engine’s home world? A single ship would just be crushed but whatever the Engineer’s use to defend their home so it becomes clear that they either find the runes of a civilization or a civilization fending off a Xenomorphic attack.  In the case of the first we can add very little in the way of the story and in the case of the second Shaw or David must somehow be unequal capable of fighting the Xenomorphs.

Second, an expedition would certainly be sent to recover Prometheus.  Think about this, the head of a major corporation and his only hair, or her robot double, are gone. Whatever they went looking for had to be rather important or valuable. Someone is bound to come looking to raid this find or recover/ verify death/ ensure death of the company owner.

The Wayland Corporation clearly knew of the location of the ship found by the Nostromo in Alien. This would indicate that either the craft is on the world featured in Prometheus or it came from that world. As the colony destroyed by the Xenomorphs in ‘Aliens’ did not find the large buildings left by the Engineer’s it would appear as thou it came from that world and crash landed somewhere else.

In other words, friends, you have at least two movies to make. One of these will show us the Engineer home world and the other how the ship found its way to the world of Alien.

Let’s go hunting,

Richard Leland Neal

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