When I was just a little one I would stay up late at night and watch black-and-white B movies with monsters from space, mutants, lab grown terrors, and nightmare beasts. At night I sometimes dreamed about them. In my imagination they lived and grew. I imagined their life cycle, their society, and I tried to understand them because I saw them as tragic heroes in many cases who had never done anything but be themselves. I think they deserve to have more of their story told, even if I have to make it up myself. This is the first in a series of short stories. Each one is inspired by a glorious science fiction or horror B movie from the 50s or 60s.
