It's been a thousand years. A thousand years since we lost our home to a being we've come to refer to as "The Monster". Something of an irony really, seeing as we're now living inside this monster for a long time now.
When the planet was being devastated by massive objects too large to describe, we had a plan - we loaded up as many people as we could into shuttles and sent mining teams to dig a way in. Luckily for us, it's skin was over a thousand miles thick, meaning we had plenty of space to move in and make ours. Over time, the colony grew itself - we used the iron from the creature's blood to build cities, as well as harvesting any Asteroids that it happened to eat (which required a lot of protective gear to survive the stomach acids alone). It's blood plasma was distilled into a new water source. It wasn't pleasant to drink, but there was enough to supply us all without debating an alternative.
And all this time, it didn't seem to notice us.
Moving forwards a thousand years, I decided to be the first man to climb out onto the surface. Since I did this quietly, there was no fanfare on my departure. Using a drill, I climbed out near a pore...which didn't seem to disturb it one bit. The surface was...unusual. It had a reletively tanned flesh tone, but around my exit point were Grey hairs...hairs easily large enough to mount an entire city stably on.
I got out my pickaxe. This was going to be a long climb...
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