For days, I have wondered, amazed, about this world that I have visited. It is completely different from the world I live in, in the 21st Century. This world is more alien-like than anything I have ever seen. Not even in any science-fiction movie have I come across such an alien environment, which creeps me out, because this is Earth, and not some far-off, distant planet at the furthest reaches of the galaxy.

I find myself walking along a shadowy corridor, with only a small flashlight to guide my way. Sometimes, dim, yellow lights would light up under my feet and along the organic-looking walls as I walk.

Soon, I come across a very large chamber, but I do not walk into it. Instead, I crouch, hiding behind a wall and peeking around the corner into the vast room before me. I switch my flashlight off, and gasp.

In the chamber, at the very center of it, is a massive platform, raised about ten meters above the metallic ground. There is a throne, or some sort of seat, on the platform. Seated on it is a woman, a biomechanoid female. What is she doing?

She does not move much. Her body is a living proof of what the machines in it have done to her. Her body is slim and slender, but even from this distance I can see her very clearly. There is an odd-looking crown that seems to be fused to her head, making it look larger than any ordinary head. What is it, I wonder. Could it be an extension of her brain? A supercomputer that works in a symbiotic relationship with the organ within her skull?

This biomechanoid female, I assume, must be someone important, because all around her are many dozens of other biomechanoids. They are gazing at her with something resembling admiration. With the crown on her head, she looks similar to one of the high priestesses of ancient societies.

Her partially naked body is covered in certain areas by mechanical elements such as a giant, phallus-shaped object that seems to extend from her pelvis. A few biomechanoids are in close proximity to her. They seem to be pleasuring her, but I am unable to tell if she is trembling more in agony or in pleasure, from the many tubes and wires sticking out of her body.

It is very disturbing. Unable to watch the frightening scene any longer, I continue along the dark corridor, away from the High Priestess's chamber and deeper into the belly of this bizarre underworld...

Something is chasing me. It looks human, but it has a strange mechanical look to it. I do not care. All I can think of is running as fast as I can, away from the odd figure.

Finally, I shake it off, losing it in a large maze that twists and turns. Then, emerging from it after hours of searching for the exit, I find myself at the very edge of a cliff, overseeing a vast abyss that goes down and down into the foreboding depths of darkness. The walls resemble the surfaces of buildings, and massive structures rise out of the seemingly bottomless pit like vile serpents.

In this future, the surface is uninhabitable, ravaged by the nuclear winter that now covers the entire planet. Nothing survives out there, except in the few cities that are breaking down from the harsh, cold winds and snowstorms that batter the world on the surface. The sky is perpetually black or purple, the atmosphere choked with the dust and soot thrown up from the nuclear explosions in the past. It is always night.

Most of Humanity have retreated to the dark underground. It is cold, but humans have learnt to harness geothermal energy and gather warmth from the planet's interior. Now, they live in the massive shafts that rise from the abyss, resembling the skyscrapers of the surface, or in the sides of cliffs that lead deep underground.

Occasionally, echoes would reverberate across the pit, like the demonic calls one would hear if he were to step into the depths of Hell. Here, only the strongest survive, and to be strong, one has to become a biomechanoid. It is the only hope for a dying species, the only salvation in the machines that enslave but yet save us from complete extinction.

It is cold. It is dark. There is the incessant rumble and groaning of shifting mechanisms in the distance. What is it?

The lights turn on. They are faint, and appear seemingly out of nowhere. In front of me, a strange figure is revealed.

The human in the distant future is very different from what he is now. His over-reliance on technology has made him weak and fragile. He cannot survive without it. It is like food, water, and air to his existence.

After a great nuclear war, he is forced to merge, to fuse, with the machines that he used to operate to become a new organism altogether. It is the dialectic synthesis of man and machine, to take the next step in the artificial evolution of Humanity, to become a biomechanoid.

Here he is, seated before me, a pale, almost glowing, figure who is attached to a large machine that has fused with his body. It is a heart-lung machine, replacing his natural organs with mechanical ones. Tubes and wires run from the machine to his body and back again. It is terrifying.

Over his eyes is a pair of dark goggles, which, with the aid of a helmet over his head, immerses him into a virtual reality that allows him to live a life on a virtual plane of existence, away from the cold, harsh reality of his dying world.

Beneath his translucent skin, circuitry and electronics run along his body. Most of his body now consists of machinery and electronics, and he cannot survive without them. Every once in a while, his body writhes. In agonizing pain or ecstatic pleasure, I cannot tell.

All around him, as far as I can see, thousands or more of his kind are in the same situation as he is. It is a meaningless existence, one that I cannot imagine could happen to myself were I to live in such a future.

Rampant breeding and the promiscuous attitudes of the youths of the future generations have led to an explosive rise in sexually-transmitted diseases. Babies are born with strange defects, afflicted with new diseases that cannot be cured as fast as they should, leading to a generation of grossly mutated children that resemble more like zombies than ordinary human beings.

The effects of a devastating nuclear winter after a nuclear war also causes radiation poisoning in their mothers, and children come into the world with grotesque appearances, oozing pus from dozens of sores and open wounds on their frail bodies. Blood flows freely from the cracks on their skin, and eyes are either shut or swollen by the deadly effects of radiation.

At any one time, hundreds of dying infants can be seen in the city dumps, abandoned by their parents, and left to die with the other deformed babies. They stare at me, mouths gaping like goldfish, hoarse voices barely audible amidst the constant whine of machinery that incinerate or crush these little children. It is a sad place to be...

Introduction to Hans Ruedi Giger and this Blog

Hans Ruedi Giger (born in Chur, Switzerland, February 5, 1940) is an Academy Award-winning Swiss painter, sculptor, and set designer best known for his design work on the film Alien.

Giger got his start with small ink drawings before progressing to oil paintings. For most of his career, Giger has worked predominantly in airbrush, creating monochromatic canvasses depicting surreal, nightmarish dream-scapes.

He has largely abandoned large airbrush works in favor of works with pastels, markers or ink. His most distinctive stylistic innovation is that of a representation of human bodies and machines in a cold, interconnected relationship, described as "biomechanical". His paintings often display fetishistic sexual imagery and are considered disturbing by some.

Giger is perhaps the best-known sufferer of night terrors and his paintings are all to some extent inspired by his experiences with that particular sleep disorder. He was originally educated as an architect and made his first paintings as a way of art therapy.


This blog is a fan's attempt at interpreting H.R. Giger's art and spreading his messages to the rest of the world. In most of his artworks, there is a deep meaning that awaits to be discovered by the most observant of viewers. It is here that we will take a closer look at the cold, dark, biomechanical future of Humanity, peer with fascination into the foreboding depths of our subconscious mind, and stare in wonder at the alien landscapes that lie before us.