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A queen. She could feel it squirming, tugging at her insides like a suckling pig. Her sacrament, so it seems, her inward grace; she was the mommy of her own parasitic fetus.
The inmates found her physically attractive. Even with her sunken face and shaved head, despite the fact she was covered in scars. (But, then again, she was the only one who could see those.) It didn't matter, they followed her with their eyes, she was female. Their persistence was almost funny. Almost comforting.
"I can feel you breathing,"
It finds her body so familiar. Every curve, each of her tender muscles clenching against it. Her soft folds were awkward, without exoskeleton. Without protection, her xenomorphs; her children, hum. What would happen were she to expire? If she failed, and became an inanimate carcass? They would go mad. They would destroy everything, become everything. Until they were nothing.
Nothing could stop them from uniting with their mother. The lesserlings couldn't get in the way of that - they were meaningless, urge driven things who lived an existence of adequacy, and never served a greater purpose. The children had been like that before they found her; their Ripley.
It can feel her heart, warm and wet, it clatters louder when the child moves, curling deeper inside of her womb. When she thinks of her offspring, it makes her blood go hot and cold by turns, she feels the bubble of it under her flesh. The queen making her first first declarations. Off with her head.
mothermothermother,
The queen spouts bile, and Ripley expels it when it rises highest. She want to rid it all; but she can't force up the fetus. Even if she could, it would mean the end of the world. A world that, for some silly reason, their mother loves. Even for all the shit it made her put up with. She loves it.
She loves a place that dispels toxins; that allows the innocent to expire before the vile; that lets things grow that shouldn't, like parasites and machines that break peoples hearts and replaces them with ones of metal (they swear they'll work just the same, but they never really beatbeatbeat with that pulse of love) - a place that lets androids act out love as a emotion but not an ability, not something you can feel; it makes royalty out of the damned and diseased; it makes every rapist feel like the risen Jesus Christ, but only makes the good feel the nails in their hands; only the good die, as a rule; the world that turns babies blue; that cracks the chests of little girls under ice.
The children; the xenomorphs, are thinking "If she can love a place like that, then she must love us..."
Mother is the name for God on the lips and ears of all children.