The first 20 lines.
Space... the final frontier.
Filled with a galaxy of flora and fauna,
some deadly...
and some docile.
Like this Tardigrade here.
Using the mycelial network
as a kind of super-warp highway,
she travels the vast reaches of the galaxy,
searching for a place to lay her most precious cargo,
her eggs.
As Tardigrade eggs have been known
to lay dormant for years before hatching,
Mother must find a warm, protected environment
to ensure their survival.
She senses something.
Could it be a predator?
Oh!
...my people? 72 of your
life-support canisters are still functioning.
You will revive them.
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