Aliens are revolting

Aliens are revolting. The ones that hide in your house waiting to attack you, while they dribble rivers of spit on your floor, are the worst.

Xenomorphs evolved to do nothing at all, but inhabit their host-bodies like parasites that eat you from the inside. Also called Plagiarus Praepotens, they don’t even love their offspring. And if they do procreate it’s merely to advance their agenda of gobbling up more flesh.

You can experience them in Giger’s Alien designs. The year 1979 marked the first time art-people realised that extraterrestrial villains could combine industrial chic with disgusting habits, like enjoying a snack of bodily solids.

In the queue at the pharmacy I’ve had strange encounters with human shells that seem to be hollowed out by invading things with halitosis. There’s always one, bugging the chemist with loads of questions about the body and its failures.

They always want to talk about their relatives and friends’ problems, as though they can override medical expertise by pestering strangers. Apparently asking chemists for advice, directly, is better than getting it off Dr Google.

When they get home, alone and lonely, they hope for a mysterious encounter that will catapult them to fame. They’re desperate to be famous for some rare medical condition. It’s called life, and they despise it - Fringe