Loyalties. The word hits her eardrum like a scream. Like acid to fat, eating away and producing a putrid steam from what's left. Does a synthetic-- more commonly known as an android-- choose who it's loyal to, or is it hardwired into its brain? She doesn't care. Won't forgive the placid look on Ash's face as she read the words on Mother's computer screen. PRIORITY ONE: INSURE RETURN OF ORGANISM FOR ANALYSIS... CREW EXPENDABLE.
Their lives, expendable. Like garbage.
All for the sake of The Company.
Her face sterns.
"Just as unreliable?" Ripley finishes, supplementing the assumption with a nod. She understands, perhaps better than most, how unyielding loyalties can tear a crew apart.
"Sounds like hell. I hope you've had better luck here, at least. Part of me is glad to have the space to run. You don't realize how claustrophobic a ship is until you're off it. Then again, here I am having just crammed myself down a mineshaft."
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Their lives, expendable. Like garbage.
All for the sake of The Company.
Her face sterns.
"Just as unreliable?" Ripley finishes, supplementing the assumption with a nod. She understands, perhaps better than most, how unyielding loyalties can tear a crew apart.
"Sounds like hell. I hope you've had better luck here, at least. Part of me is glad to have the space to run. You don't realize how claustrophobic a ship is until you're off it. Then again, here I am having just crammed myself down a mineshaft."