“Home is where the heart is.”
Humans think of the homes of their youth as filled with love, warmth, understanding, and comfort. But monsters get sentimental too. The homes, or pods, of a monster’s youth are remembered as filled with sticky, glowing, mucous for nourishment, connected to a temporary, mechanical placenta, surrounded by a carpel membrane to protect the space embryo from terrestrial predators. Oh, the memories.
Human’s and monster’s first memories were cemented in their childhood homes. Just like our baby teeth and first steps, space monsters grew their baby fangs and shed their first skin.
Many years later, the monster may return to the pod for a homecoming. It will be pleased to find that its disembodied space mother left its room just as it remembered: the baseball glove lying right beside its embryonic fetal refuse.
It’s good to be home.
