Kevan Smith - Soil

Mother is a space-pod, a rescue-vessel, a mini-version of the mothership.  But she wasn’t designed to raise one very young boy, on a small planet lost somewhere in the galaxy.  Her parameters are to keep him breathing, fed and safe. 

Mother searches her data to help him ‘grow’ both physically and mentally.  There is little to help him grow sanely with caution and wisdom.

She finally finds a writing about more than just growth:

“Caring for our metaphysical soil means caring for our souls.  Caring for one’s soul can mean taking time for quiet, for thoughtful reflection, for meditation or prayer, for wonder and awe, for listening to other people and creatures and nature…and also to the spirit inside.”

Mother pauses and wonders.      I am Mother, I am Bonn’s soil.