The year is 2381. On the USM Auriga , the silence of the sterile corridors is broken not by footsteps, but by the rhythmic flickering of a damaged terminal.

The words on the screen match the wet, sliding sound of carapaces against metal overhead. Ripley 8 looks up, her yellow eyes reflecting the glowing text. To the scientists, this was just a movie archive found in the ruins of the Weyland-Yutani servers. To her, it is a manual of her own nightmare.

"Forty-nine ways to scream for help," she whispers, her voice a low rasp.