He picked a bad day to stop smoking! Oh, wait - he didn't stop smoking. Why would he? It's 1958. Smoke all you like.
If I had to guess, I'd say it's not about a master race of insects who live beyond the moon and will soon swarm down to enslave the earth. It's probably about the control room where the first orbital flight is monitored.
At least I hope so, because you can change that name quickly once everyone realizes it's a bit ooky.