I found a nest today. Under the freeway. The egg casings are warm. Hard like bone, but organic. When I touched one, I saw a map. Not a map of Earth. A map of a binary star system.
The fluid is changing my dreams. I dream of metal honeycombs and a liquid that isn't water. I understand why Christopher wants to go home. It smells like burnt sugar and ozone. District 9
Host: And that ending... Wikus, fully a prawn, making a flower out of scrap metal for his wife. It's body horror as a love story. I found a nest today
My left arm is gone now. There is a claw. It types faster. It also... remembers. I remember hating them. But my claw remembers flying between the rings of a gas giant. Hard like bone, but organic