You found yourself at the doorway to the underground portion of a Life Foundation. It was a concrete walled staircase, leading down at least 50 yards. Occasionally lining the walls were the frames of rapid-closing blast doors. You wandered deeper.

You soon arrived on an enormous expanse of an underground storage facility. Vertical tubes, elevated on pedestals with Manu pipes and valves, contained exact genetic replicas of every symbiote ever recorded. It was a mesmerizing sight, not unlike that of a liminal space.

Each tube had a slightly different mass of living slime inside it. The colors ranged from crimson, to purple, to green, blue, black, yellow, white, and even pink. Oftentimes, the more colorful symbiotes were the ones created or born on Earth, while the red or black ones often were the true starfaring aliens. White symbiotes were almost always a kind of negative or anti-symbiote.

Every symbiote had the memories of its true, genetic counterpart and their same motives, morals, and memories. This meant a diverse amount of reasons as to why they wanted a host, and a very diverse amount of things they would do to you if you became that host.

However, every single one was starving for a host.

Each of the pedestals donned a screen with controls for the container of the symbiote. The most prominent button was the dangerous, red button that opened the symbiote's container. All of the symbiotes were on a form of life support that allowed them to live their normal lifespans with a host, but without an actual host. It left them craving the intimacy and true connection of a bond while being forced to live in such a confined space.

You wandered down the space in between the containers, watching as each mass of slime followed you along the glass walls like iron to a magnet.