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MEMORY - Dixon's Novel Based on Alien (1979)


Very Early Stages

Based on the Universe and Characters created by Dan O’Bannon, Ridley Scott, H. R. Giger, Ronald Shusett James Cameron

About a month ago I re-watched the horror classic which I had fallen love with during my childhood. Now, 17, I think I’m just old enough to appreciate the films brilliant acting, direction, score, cinematography, effects, design, and themes.

I became absolutely enamored and, to tell the truth, a bit obsessed with the film. Moreover, I became obsessed with all the possibilities, and, what I would do were I to adapt the film into my own work.

Inspired by and named after Dan O’Bannon’s early concepts for “Memory,” I hope to expand upon the work that came before, retaining most of the themes and story of O’Bannon’s scripts, returning much of what was cut from the later scripts and film.


1 Kane is Female but remains mostly the same in regards to personality.
2 Ash is a human with ASPD.
3 The concept of promiscuity amongst crew members is returned.
4 The relationship between Dallas and Ripley is no longer ambiguous and is now a substantial sub plot.
5 Ripley is now obviously the main character from the beginning.
6 The LV-436 segment is closer to the script and novelization. Including the location of the eggs and appearance of the planet. The Space Jockey is closer to the original design as well.
7 Original Space Jockey backstory returned and expanded upon.
8 Egg Silo likely brought back.
9 Airlock sequence retained.
10 Fate of Captain Dallas included.
More Changes likely to come.

I’d like to hear your guys thoughts.





The concept is one that humans have always struggled with. The struggle to shake any thought that it exists. The struggle to forget our built-in idea that our lives and the many moments in them will last. As our lives draw ever closer and closer to the end, we begin to finally understand the truth.

Tired, groggy, sick, boiling. Those were the symptoms of Suspended Animation. Four years of her life would Ellen Lousie Ripley lose to this. Or rather, of her loved ones’ lives.

She had signed up to work on the United Americas Cargo Star Ship around five years ago. She was nineteen then, she was now twenty-one.

Waking, one eye sealed shut, the other just barely open, she looked around, slowly remembering her current situation. She looked down, her body clad in nought but the hair which grew from it. Pulling herself up, she wobbled and swayed till she sat up, holding her legs against her.

‘Ripley.’ mumbled Kane, from beside the pod.

Executive Officer Tamara Dylan Kane was born in Yorkshire, England, Great Britain, a part of The Three World Empire, one of the two great confederacies back home on Earth, the birthplace of the Human Species. Not the birthplace of Ripley.

Kane was a woman in her early thirties, with jet-black, curly hair that reached halfway down her back, and she stood at around five feet and four inches, one of the shortest members of the crew. She was considerate and charming, yet introverted and unimaginative, well-educated and skilled, yet absent creativity and innate talent.

Kane passed her a bathrobe, not for fear that Ripley could be bashful, but instead for the simple factor that the ship was – what felt to one whose body bordered on feverish temperatures – freezing.

The ships life support and air conditioning were built cheaply and made to reduce cost. The crew was expected to only be outside of their pods for days at a time. The climate of the ship would develop gradually from crisp, cold, and fresh to humid, hot, and stuffy.

‘Thanks, who’s up?’ spoke Ripley, her accent was queer, yet easily intelligible.

‘Dallas.’ Replied Kane. ‘Though, he’s not very lucid.’

Ripley stepped from the pod, the damp sole of her foot smacked against the frigid floor. She brought the other leg over the side of the pod. She donned her robe and stumbled over to a door, one of seven in a row. Pressing the button beside the portal, it opened, the door sliding into the wall quickly. She stepped inside and behold a bathroom. Stepping across the minuscule room, she reached the shower, she typed in the temperature she desired and turned it on.

She rubbed her neck with one hand and pulled the girdle of her robe with the other. She dropped her robe to the floor and viewed her naked reflection.

She sported dark, bushy, wavy-textured hair, that settled naturally into a mane. Her face was gorgeous, long and slim, with high cheekbones, a strong jaw, thin streamlined lips, and large round eyes. Her eyebrows were of a coveted, thin shape. Her body was lanky yet attractive, with small breasts, hips of a common width, and a rear that suited the rest of her. Her body and facial hair were untrimmed and she wore no make-up. She was genuine and natural, not interested in pleasing others, and content with herself.

Ripley was born in New Praetoria, Luna, on Olympia, a world colonised by The Three World Empire.

Thoughts welcome