Metallic groans seep through the thick hull of the industrial starship, drifting behind panicked gasps as the door latches securely at your back. You're alone, defenseless, and dying. From the end of the corridor, from the shadows of shattered lights, an aluminum can rolls out. You scour the grated floors and encroaching walls with your flashlight. A scuttling sounds draws near. Your light dashes upwards with barely a second to recognize the immature flesh of a human fetus lunging at your throat.