AN: Alien (Ridley Scott)/Blade Runner (Ridley Scott)! AU

The blu-ray release of Prometheus recently connected the world of Blade Runner with that of the Alien franchise as a little joke.
I've taken it all too seriously and this is the product of that tumultuous relationship.
Also feat. Tyrell!Tony Stark and Weyland!Norman Osborn

If you find yourself confused, I suggest you watch the cinematic sci-fi masterpieces 'Alien' and 'Blade Runner'.

Who will SURVIVE? Who WON'T...?

Part I: Dead-Ringer

It had taken him a while to realise that he was no mere human, that he was in fact a 'skin-job' or 'andy'. Perhaps it's in the way his eyes catch the light and sometimes seem to gleam gold when he looks in the mirror, or the way Norman seems to hold him in a warmer regard. As if he were testing the waters and hoping that they weren't tumultuous.

Nevertheless, he figures it out.

He was…angry. Why had he been brought back? Was he even Harry anymore? Or was the one before the true Harry? What had happened to Harry?

He had confronted Norman of course, who had coolly answered his questions.

The first Harry had swallowed his own tongue. In the end, he had been brought back simply because Norman did not want to say goodbye. Was he the true Harry? Even Norman couldn't say.

After his revelation, the memories began to bubble up again only they seem foreign to him now. Like he was a voyeur watching in on someone else's life. It was disconcerting and made him feel dirty somehow.

Even when he looked in the mirror, he had to stop and stare at himself. Those eyes – which the magazines heralded as 'piercing blue' – were fake, fake, fake. The dirty blonde hair, was neat and tidy – like the David 7 model - and Harry did not want to ask whether or not it was fake. A feeling akin to nausea rose up within him if he thought about that too much.

He often pinched the skin of his arm and would rub it gently between his fingers. The detail was amazing: pores, the fuzz of blonde air, and even the moles were still there. It successfully hid the intricate wiring, machinery, and strange android fluids running through his system.

But it was fake. He was a fake.

One of his first memories that surfaces is of Harold drinking. A sad, pale boy curled up on well-oiled wooden floor boards surrounded by a mosaic of broken glass, and his fingers curled around a bottle of scotch. The glass that pierces his skin with every sob does not appear to bother him and soon the floor is flooded with glass, tears, and blood.

The memory jarred him when he first happened upon it. But he made sure to reach out for the bottle of scotch and a glass the next time Norman came across him.

He wanted Harry back, so he would try his best to be Harry.


Next he tries smoking, which he isn't sure Harold ever did, but after hours of studying film and media he knows that with Harold's obsession for scotch and models, smoking is probably an endeavour he took pleasure in as well.

Norman wanted Harry back, so he would try his best to be Harry.


He isn't allowed to visit any of the other off-world colonies, so he has a limited array of 'models' to choose from. Mostly they take him out to restaurants and many other 'date' destinations. They are always surprised by his new found tolerance for alcohol and smoking queer substances.

It isn't perfect, but the real Harry would do the same if Norman had stopped him from going off-world. So it will do.


After months of playing the son and struggling with each new memory, finally Norman sits him down to have a serious talk. He hadn't talked with Norman Osborn often, and neither had Harold, but perhaps it was a good sign? Maybe he was finally going to make an effort to repair the years of damage that represented their father-son relationship?

As he sat down, Norman opened the blinds.

Harry winced as the sun-light streamed through the windows. The sunlight would illuminate his face, and undoubtedly his eyes. It would betray that golden glow they emitted, the glow that betrayed his true nature. Norman hated that.

"I had you commissioned, you know," Norman began, but then paused.

Harry nodded politely. Well that was obvious, Harold Osborn models weren't exactly selling like hot-cakes were they?

"…I had you commissioned by Stark and by my own scientists of course."

Harry blinked.

"Tony Stark of Stark Enterprises? The earth-bound Replicant industry?"

The smile on Norman's face was thin, "Yes. You are the very first Replicant-android hybrid, and likely the last. A special project that Stark agreed to after I pulled his company out of a particularly sticky situation."

That was a surprise. The two had differing approaches to their robotics programs, one centred for human service the other for the 'greater good' of 'Building Better Worlds'.

"As a Replicant, you are afforded more 'human' qualities than my androids. But as an android, you aren't afforded an 'expiry' date, as it were. You are an immortal (minus the updates and recharging), for lack of a better word."

"This was originally in my best interests; I wanted my son for as long as possible. Only now, I feel as though this situation has not worked out. Even now, we aren't really father and son. For this reason, I'm sending you away to fulfil your android tendencies as a part of a space crew as an Oscorp representative. You'll be able to visit all sorts of exotic locations."

Harry's fingers curled against his knees and he remained silent. So that was it. He had failed to become Harry Osborn.

That was the only possible explanation. He had not lived up to expectations and as such, he had been let go. Norman was not a father, not a creator. No, Norman Osborn was a manufacturer. He built, and then gave away his creations.

"Go have a life. Just not here."

Finally, he understood. Harry Osborn too had been thrown away, and now Norman Osborn was throwing him away again.


A skin-job such as Harry would always have difficulty fitting in with others, but his advantage came from the fact that he looked and acted exactly like Harold Theopolis Osborn and was a high-ranking representative of Oscorp.

The transition into the workforce had not been an easy feat. The other representatives like Menken and Ratha would never fully accept him, but Harry was not sure whether that was because they had discovered his condition or if they were merely judgemental due to his young appearance. It probably wasn't in Norman's best interests to advertise that he had a Replicant/android hybrid for a son.

He did not imagine that would go down well with the board of directors or with the general public. It was more within Stark's arena to play god after all. Norman's robotics program was widely celebrated and he would not want Harry to tarnish that image.

In fact, Harry had a creeping sensation that the only thing keeping him functioning was the fact that he was a dead-ringer for Norman's late son. Not a comfortable thought.

Nevertheless, Harry had learnt to juggle Norman's board and his shady representatives too. One shouldn't prod Menken, or question Ratha. The board was to be entertained, not chastised. Harry had never imagined that his job would involve jumping through hoops but things never did go his way after all…


Oscorp was a billion-dollar company that sought to 'Build Better Worlds' and had set the bar for many cybernetic (Harry being an example), technological, and terraforming advancements. As such, it had many employees, weapons, starships, and planets under its belt.

As the ex-heir to the mighty empire, Harry knew all about it.

Well, enough to know that when a Conestoga-class starship went missing, Oscorp would do whatever it could to recover such an impressive weapon and sheer technological wonder. The starship in question was the U.S.S. Gould, a light assault carrier, which had been exploring the outer boundaries of space on a top-secret research mission. Secretive enough, that it required a number of colonial marines and one of Oscorp's best research teams.

Inevitably, the board meeting had been furtive and everyone had looked on edge.

Harry knew they were hiding something particularly important. Norman would never divulge it to him, much less to the rest of the board. Only shady characters like Menken and Ratha were truly 'informed', as it were.

But still, thousands of questions burned within his mind. What had happened to the crew? Had they been attacked by scavengers? A criminal entity like Domashev? Or Strucker? What type of cargo had they been carrying? Had it attracted negative attention? Like him, the public had been equally disturbed by the mysterious disappearance.

It wasn't long before a rescue mission had been arranged.

Heading the exhibition into the outer boundaries was a team of marines, several Oscorp representatives and scientists, and the crew of the ship itself. And one of those representatives was Harry.

Of course, being a representative on an important mission was an honour, but Harry was lonelier than ever. Norman was casting him as far away as possible, to live beside Menken and Ratha of all people. It wasn't easy to be so discarded by one who claimed to love you. Had Harry felt the same? When he sorted through his memories, it certainly seemed that way. What made it worse was that Harry Osborn had been a very social creature, and had never been exposed to genuine friends. Loneliness was no new concept to him.

Was it worse to be surrounded by false friends or no friends at all?

To top it all off, androids were still a topic of controversy.

Could he expect to be met with judgement and discrimination? Would his crew welcome him or despise him behind their hands and ignore him completely?

It was difficult enough being Harry Osborn, but now he was Harry Osborn the android.

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AN

Terms

Earth – nearly completely devoid of organic life, but still densely populated by humans. Residents have difficult time migrating to off-world colonies specifically if they can't afford it or are burdened with disease/disabilities. Residents are derogatorily referred to as 'Earthies' due to their impugned status as residents of the dying planet. (situation inspired by world of Blade Runner)

Skin-job – a derogatory term for a Replicant; used in Ridley Scott's film "Blade Runner" (an adaptation of Philip K. Dick's "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?")

U.S.S. Reed the Conestoga-class starship that the crew embark on (the exact same class of starship as the Sulaco seen in "Aliens")

U.S.S. Gould a Conestoga-class starship that has been presumed missing after a highly secretive mission gone wrong