[ WP ] After realizing that there was no hope in NASA saving you , Something catches your eye out the window .

It's dark in here. 
 
 And crowded. I do n't know what all the stuff here is for, but it's all metal and pointy and smells blank and I do n't like it. The air is kind of stuffy, too. And it's hot in here. And it's been *forever* since food came out of that food thing. 
 
... 
 
 Realization hits me. How do I make the food come out? It should have come out already! Where's the food?! I'm going to starve! 
 
 My stomach growls and I flatten myself into my already crowded space. There's a window but I do n't like to look through it. It's all dark and stars. But it was n't nighttime when they put me in here! How long have I been in this thing? I'm so confused. And I want my food. 
 
 I want to be back with smells and clean air and space to run around and people to tell me how good and brave I am. I do n't know what I was doing that was so good and brave, but it made them happy and that made me happy. I want to go back. I want to go *home. * I do n't like being here. 
 
 I do n't want to starve. 
 
 I do n't want to die. 
 
... 
 
 Something catches my eye out the window. My head jerks up, and I cock it as I try to make out what it is. One of the stars just got bigger. That's not right. Stars are just supposed to sit there. Twinkling. Unless they're one of those that go really fast overhead and make the loud roaring noise like a car. I do n't like those. But this is n't one of them. It's not making the noise. 
 
 It keeps getting brighter and brighter, bigger and bigger, until it fills up my window. I'm scared. I cower as much as the dark metal smell-less box will let me and start to whimper. This is n't right. I want to go home! 
 
 The light is everywhere. I ca n't escape it. My eyes hurt... 
 
... and there's a *thud. * 
 
 It's like the box I'm in just got dropped on something. I jump in alarm, still whimpering. This is bad. I do n't like this. And slowly, the door on this box starts to come open, and everything I smell is... *wrong. * Wrong wrong wrong! 
 
 *Things* are looming around me. Bigger than people, dark-colored and all with four legs and countless squirming hands that look like vacuum hoses. And they have eyes! So many eyes! More eyes than I've ever seen before! 
 
 One reaches its vacuum hose hand at me, and my hackles stand up. I snap at it, growling my deepest. I do n't want to touch one of those things, but I'll bite it if I have to! 
 
 But the hand thing draws away, and the monsters start making noises. It's like a car roaring and a bird chirping and a person yelling all at once. I do n't like it. I'm scared. I want the door to close and I want to see the nighttime sky out the window again. But the monsters do n't go away. No, more come! This is wrong. So wrong. The smells here are so wrong. 
 
 Eventually the vacuum hose hand comes close again, but this time it's holding something strange. Something I can smell, that smells just as wrong as everything else... but also kind of *right. * Like steak dinner off one of the people's plates. Like treats they feed me in between poking me with the needles. Like a dead cat on the side of the road. It smells like so many tasty things. 
 
 My stomach growls, but I wo n't take food out of the monster's hand. It puts the food down in front of me, like the people did so long ago... 
 
... I hesitate, but I take a nibble. And it is *wonderful. * 
 
 More bits start coming, and I eat, and I eat, and I eat. I like this. Are these not monsters? Maybe they're... people? Different people. Very different people that smell so strange and bad, but if they feed me treats maybe they're not going to hurt me. They keep roaring-chirping-talking at each other, but I'm not listening. I'm eating. I'm not starving. I'm not dying. 
 
 This... this place might not be so sad. I hope these weird people keep giving me treats. I hope they let me come out of here and walk around here soon. I hope I can find a new *home* here. 
 
... 
 
 I hope they do n't send me away. 
 
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 *'' Such barbaric creatures,'' * I say in disgust. As Clan-Father, I have seen many atrocities across the galaxy. None are as wretched as those committed by those who have n't even left their own world. I gurgle distastefully. *'' Sending lower lifeforms where they dare not follow. Look how terrified it is! `` * 
 
 *'' I can not believe even* they *would do this,'' * Clan-Mother mumbles, wringing her tentacles. *'' Poor little mammalian. It never stood a chance. `` * 
 
 There's a long, pregnant pause. Finally, one of the young hatchlings pipes up in a high-pitched, excited yelp. 
 
 *'' Can we keep it? `` *
