The man who found Jorden turns the body.
Something is on his face.
We know what it is
So will they in a second.
The eggs erupt.
Then a volley.
Screams are muffled by the face-hugging creatures.
All the eggs are hatching.
HACK THE PLANET.
self portrait with a painting of an original cyberman (The terraforming stations dotted around the planetoid have succeeded in warming and oxygenating the atmosphere sufficiently so that closed space suits are no longer required. Near the equator, where the colony is located, it is usually above freezing.)
self-portrait w/ cosmic looking whale painting (the whales of maui) at the coffee shop by my house (no ideas placeholder art [named in the unavoidable style of art naming styley style])