(SPOILERISH) My mind just got blown away

It MIGHT be a call-back to the script for ALIEN, where they're talking to post-decapitated Ash and he says:
"Perhaps it is truly intelligent. Maybe you should try communicating with it."
Ripley: "Did you?"
"Please let my grave hold some secrets."

So you think Ash was talking to the alien like a horse whisperer?  

I've been pondering that since I first read the novelization of ALIEN which has that part in it also. Even after all these years, I still don't know what to think about HOW you'd communicate with it, but I have a gut feeling that Ash did manage such, but not to the extent of being able to order it around...likely low-level initial-bridging communication efforts.

I caught this too, I hope it's not something like the flute we saw in some photos 

I wonder if it's through like radio waves or something.  Would make sense when it goes mechanical to be able to pick up radio waves and communicate silently.

David with his flute more than likely.

The worst idea in Prometheus was the flute. 

If the flute is able to emit high frequencies and/or be used for some kind of communication, it just became a bit more interesting.  

So, no one's up for David doing his best Jethro Tull impression? ;-)

Rick

Heh, great minds think alike. :) I've been working on the the whole Bio-Mechanical idea for a long time, reasoning out various points, research into electronic components and etc, etc..
Organic radio? NOT that far-fetched, and frankly I'm surprised such hasn't been seen in any real-world terrestrial animals yet!!
The other thing is the 'buzzing' noise associated with it...when watching ALIEN, you'll notice in Brett's death scene thw buzzing noise is entirely seperate from the music, and in deleted scenes where sound fx have been completed but pre-music tracks, the buzzing is there.
SO, been figuring out where THAT comes from, it's purpose and including it into my story. :)

Ok, so I come home from work (sorry I swore) and I crack open a beer.

Then I start to get this idea that keeps pulling at me.

So I keep reaching for my green beer (yeah we all know I love my green beer.) and then Holy Jimney Christmas it hits me like this

OMFG.....What if MUTHUR is the horse whisperer?

Sorry I couldn't help myself.  ATI likes space monkeys, I have a fetish for Green Beer.

Now on a serious Note.  Bdubs - relating to my last post here. What if ASH was communicating with the alien thru MUTHUR.  It makes sense.  He sends out a signal ship wide only the alien could here or sense.  He maybe has muthur try and decipher its language while he makes attempts at communication.

Hmmm...well, can't really find any holes in suspecting the ship's computer...

 Could be why it is taken Ash and Muthur so long to collate. Muthur could be sending it towards its victim's since she knows where everyone is located on the ship. Also makes sense why muthur wouldn't allow Ripley to override the self destruct she was protecting it.  How else would the alien know to hide in the escape pod?

I hope it is not the flute. I could just imagine David the Hammerpede charmer.

LMAO....

Hmmm...8min mark...has to be the neomorphs ... because the Xeno apparently comes in towards the end, and as David is alone on the planet and has been for a considerable length of time...hmmm... David is controlling the neos with that flute he was showing Walter! Maybe those cute little neos are David's little pets lol!

Rick

The only semi-flaw in your theory are R. Scott stating the Alien had reached the end of it's life cycle and sought out a quiet place to curl up and die.
However, that does not occlude your theory, as guiding it there would ensure return of albeit a dead specimen, a specimen nonetheless. Thus fulfilling the SO-937.
REALLY good thinking! I like it, and it really fits so perfectly to the ALIENverse!!!

"How else would the alien know to hide in the escape pod?"

Rick Because Jonesy was communicating telepathically with the Alien...Obviously!! LOL 

Well, the flute obviously comes into play......

*Gets coat and shuffles off avoiding the tumbleweed*