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(A/N: Alright, here we go. Last chapter sure was a doozie. After a pretty intense fight between Alice and the Xenomorph, it seems the Xenomorph came out on top, and our group is down one more team member. It seems they're really running out of options. Is all hope lost, or will they be able to come up with solution to either kill the Xenomorph or escape. It's certainy not looking good, but let's see what happens.)
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Chapter 10: Hacking
A morbid silence had settled over the humans and androids. Upon returning to the monitoring room, they had once again locked themselves inside. Rather than return Alice to her room, Scotts had set her down on the table, covering her with his lab coat to hide her modesty.
Without Fritz there to protest, there seemed little point in locking Alice in her room again; they were all in the same boat now, all being hunted by the monster outside, trapped in this room, just waiting for it to find its way in and kill them. And when that did happen, as they were sure it eventually would, it might be useful to have Alice there to protect them.
At least it would be if she were conscious. She had yet to wake up since she had passed out earlier. From the looks of it, she appeared to be in a mini coma, likely due to the pain and trauma. Even if the Xenomorph did break in now, she wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it. And based on how their last battle had played out, even if she could fight, it wouldn’t end well.
Everyone seemed to realize that they were out of options, and a grimness seemed to have overcome the group. Hours ticked by where no one said anything, all of them seeming to have accepted their fate. They didn’t even bother to look for then Xenomorph on the monitors anymore; seeing it would only cause further anxiety and dread.
“Hey, robots,” Rogers finally said after two hours of silence, “I know you got the whole no harming humans program crap, but does that include mercy killings?” He nodded at the door. “Like if that thing manages to get in here, could you do a quick bullet to the brain to end things for us so we don’t get torn to shreds?”
Cypher shook his head. “I’m afraid not. Even if you attempted to take your own lives, suicide would fall under the category of self-harm, and we would be obligated to prevent that since death would not be certain should the specimen get in, as there would still be a small chance of survival.”
Rogers sighed. “Suicide, huh? I was hoping to avoid that, that’s why I asked if you could do it. I’ve got enough sins on my plate without including self-murder. If we’re going to die soon, I want to be on as good of terms as I can be with the big guy upstairs, and suicide is frowned upon.”
Ramirez let out a sigh of her own. She wondered if there was any hope of salvation for any of them after all the horrific, inhuman things they had done to Alice in the name of science. Even if, ultimately, their work had been meant for the benefit of mankind, it didn’t make it right. Maybe in some way, this was their punishment for all their wrongdoings.
For the first time in over and hour, she glanced at the monitors, wondering where the Xenomorph might be, and if, perhaps, it was on its way to them right now. Then her gaze drifted lower to the controls beneath the monitors. She stared at them for several long moments before something occurred to her. Something she couldn’t believe she hadn’t tried before.
“Fuck this,” she said, and got up from her seat, suddenly filled with purpose. She wasn’t going to just sit here and wait to die. Whether there was a God or not, Ramirez did not believe in fate. Everyone made their own fate for themselves. That meant this wasn’t some divine punishment for their wrongdoings, which meant there was still something that could be done to get out of this. There had to be a solution, and she was determined to find it. Whatever her sins were, she would face them when she met her maker, but she did not intend for that day to be today.
Marching over to the controls, she sat down and got to work. The whole reason they were stuck in this situation was because someone had sabotaged things of the Atlas. They still didn’t know who it had been, whether it was someone in this room or someone who had fallen prey to the Xenomorph, but whatever they did, she would find a way to undo it. After all, she wasn’t a master hacker for nothing.
“What are you doing?” Scotts asked, coming over to her, leaving Alice’s side for the first time.
Ramirez didn’t even look at him as she typed furiously on the keyboard. “Finding out what went wrong and fixing it.”
Rogers lifted his head from having been hanging it over the back of the chair, a spark of hope appearing in his eyes. “Can you do that?”
She didn’t want to say for sure, and so slightly inclined her head. “It depends. I have to find out what was done first, and then see if I can undo it. In theory, I should be able to, but really it depends on what kind of damage was done.”
“Could you reestablish communications to Earth?” Cypher asked, his tone betraying nothing.
Ramirez inclined her head again. “Like I said, it depends. The first step is finding what was done, then seeing if it can be fixed.”
A smile lit up Rogers’ face, and he got to his feet and made his way over to her. “Samantha Ramirez, I could kiss you.”
She smirked. “Save it for if I can actually pull this off.”
Cypher cocked his head to the side. “Anything we can do to help?”
“Just keep quiet and let me work.”
Everyone fell silent after that, and the only sound became her typing. The others hung around her work area for several minutes, but then went off to do their own things. Cypher and Lana returned to their seats while Dawn went to check how much fuel the flame-thrower still had before taking a seat as well. Scotts returned to Alice’s side while Rogers paced for a good while before he too sat down.
After about 40 minutes, Ramirez finally spoke. “Shit.”
Rogers looked up. “What’s wrong? Did you find something?”
Ramirez buried her face in her hands and sighed heavily. “Oh, I found something alright.”
“Splendid,” Cypher replied, beaming. “Can you send a message to Earth?”
A deep groan escaped Ramirez. “I could, if they weren’t the ones blocking us.”
Scotts frowned and went over to look at the screen. “What do you mean they’re blocking us?”
She gestured to the screen. “Just what I said. The problem isn’t on our end. The Company is blocking any transmissions we might send.”
“Fuck!” Rogers shouted. “Can they do that?”
It was Scotts who answered. “This whole station belongs to them. Everything works on their network. Can you get around it?”
Ramirez shook her head. “I’m a hacker not a miracle worker. There’s only so much I can do. I might be able to send a message elsewhere, but they’ll be monitoring all activity coming from the Atlas and will be able to intercept it, so there’s no point.”
“Bastards,” Rogers snarled. He began punching the wall. “God damn bastards!”
Scotts took some time to think about this. He wasn’t a computer genius the way Ramirez was, but he knew some basic stuff. “Even if they’re blocking our communications, they don’t have complete control of the Atlas.”
Ramirez glanced at him. “Of course not. What’s your point?”
“The Company is blocking our transmissions, but someone here is still responsible for everything else that went on here. Meaning you can undo all that, right?”
“Again, in theory,” Ramirez replied, and gave him a curious look. “Why? What’d you have in mind?”
Scotts took a deep breath. “Protocol Zero.”
Ramirez’s mouth dropped open. Even Rogers stopped having his fit and glanced at Scotts in disbelief. “You want to blow up the Atlas?”
It was a last resort. In case the worst-case scenario happened with Alice, Protocol Zero would set the station to detonate, destroying everything onboard. None of them had ever expected it would actually have to come to that though, yet here they all were.
“It’s the only way to kill that thing,” Scotts told them. “The only way to be sure. It’s obvious that the Company has screwed us over in favor of it. When they eventually come, there’s no way they’ll kill it; it’s too valuable to them. Hell, they might even kill us just to tie up any loose ends. But regardless of what happens to us, we can’t let them bring it back to Earth, or let them have any sample of it for their bio-weapons division. Ripley was right, this species needs to be exterminated, especially this one.”
Cypher cleared his throat. “I’m inclined to agree with the latter part, but you do realize that with the only ship disabled, that we will die when the station goes.”
Scotts smirked. “Maybe not. Whoever disabled the ship, they likely would have not made it irreversible. It would be foolish to do that. That means that there’s a chance we can fix it.”
“And if we can’t?” Rogers asked.
“Then we’re dead,” Ramirez answered, speaking Scotts’ thoughts. “But if we die, we can at least make sure that that thing dies as well.”
Rogers stared at Ramirez and Scotts for several moments, contemplating their words. Finally, he hung his head and sighed in resignation. “What the hell. This is obviously as good as it’s going to get. Fine then, blow the damn place. Just one thing before we do that.” He looked from his fellow scientists to the androids. “Ok, we know someone fucked with stuff on the Atlas, but we still don’t know who. I’m still betting it was Fritz. Or you, tin can,” he added to Cypher, who merely raised an eyebrow. “But in case it was someone else in here, I think we can all agree that things went way beyond any of our control and way beyond any of our intentions. At this point, we all just want to survive. So, if anyone here was responsible for disabling the ship, please just speak up now so we can fix it and get out of here. Either way, this place is going boom, whether we’re on it or off.”
He waited several seconds for someone to speak up. When no one did, he gave a nod. “Ok then, we’ll attempt to fix the ship ourselves, then set the station to blow. Sam, have at it.”
She smirked. “With pleasure,” she said, and turned back to the keyboard. “First, I’ll have to work my way around… whatever was done to get to the self-destruct features. Once we have access to those again, we should go take a look at the ship and see if I can get it working again. When I do… if I do, then we’ll have to come back and activate Protocol Zero.”
Scotts frowned. “And then make a go for the ship again. So we’ll have to go out at least three times.”
“And hopefully not run into that thing during any of those times,” Rogers finished miserably. He let out a deep sigh. “Well, I guess it is a big station. The odds of running into it aren’t all that great. Which just leaves one question.” He nodded at Alice’s unconscious form. “What about her?”
Scotts glanced at him. “Yeah? What about her?” He received only a pointed look in response and shook his head. “I’m not leaving her here.”
Rogers sighed. “We can’t take her back to Earth. You know that. We’d basically be dooming the human race.”
Yes, Scotts knew that much himself, but still. “Well, we can’t just leave her here to die either. Sam?”
Ramirez sighed. “I’m inclined to agree with you, but Jason has a point. We also have to think of the human race. If we take her back and she escapes, that’s it, game over. I’m not saying we leave her here, but if we take her, we need to come up with a plan of some kind as to what to do with her.”
Removing his glasses, Scotts rubbed a hand across his face. He knew they were right. What would be the point in saving the world from the Xenomorph if Alice just doomed it later. Alice wouldn’t be able to resist her instincts to find a mate and breed, it was too ingrained into her DNA. But still, there had to be a solution.
“We’ll worry about that later,” he finally said, returning his glasses to his face. “Let’s take care of the main problem, then come up with a solution for Alice.”
Ramirez gave a nod of agreement. “Fair enough. Just give me a little time to crack this. I swear, I don’t even know how someone managed to do all this. It’d practically be impossible, unless done by an-”
The sound of a gunshot was heard, and the computer screen shattered in a shower of glass and sparks. Another was heard, and fragments of the monitors went flying, followed by a third and fourth, destroying the controls further.
Ramirez jumped back from the controls and coiled in on herself. Scotts and Rogers did the same, covering their heads. When no more shots came, they turned to the source of the gunfire and found Dawn holding the gun Cypher had handed to her earlier, and she was pointing it right at them.
“That will be enough of that,” she told them. “You’ve interfered quite enough.”
Scotts’ brows narrowed in confusion. “Dawn?”
“I knew it!” Rogers exclaimed. “Fucking androids. You guys were behind this all along.”
Cypher, however, was staring at Dawn with a bewildered look on his face. “I assure you, I am just as perplexed as you. Lana?”
“I am confused as well. I assumed it was Dr. Fritz who was responsible for the events that have transpired.”
“Then you did all this?” Scotts asked Dawn. “Looping the cameras, making the Company block our transmissions, interfering with our com-links, disabling the ship, cutting off our controls of the station? Why?”
She cocked her head to the side. “Because it was my mission. I was to see to it that the Company obtained the specimen at all costs.”
Cypher held himself up higher. “Your actions have placed the lives of these people in jeopardy and have contributed to the deaths of the others. That should not be possible for an android.”
Ramirez’s brow furrowed in thought. “Unless…” she glanced at Lana, then back at Dawn, “unless she’s not an android. Unless she’s a real human, and Lana was modeled after her to make everyone think they were both androids of the same model, and she acted like an android to keep up the illusion.”
Despite the situation, Cypher gave her a smile. “That’s a fine theory, and would have made for an interesting twist, but androids are able to recognize other androids, and I can assure you that she is one of us.”
“He is correct,” Dawn replied. “The less humans for this mission, the better. I am indeed synthetic.”
“Well, screw this then,” Rogers growled. “If she really is an android, then that means she can’t actually hurt us. So we just-”
He stepped forward, and Dawn pointed the gun at him and fired. He took the bullet in the head, and a shower of blood flew out of the back of it, spraying both Scotts and Ramirez, who cried out and recoiled in surprise. Rogers’ body toppled over, and he fell lifeless to the floor, a pool of blood forming around him.
Dawn pointed the gun back at the two remaining humans. “I still have seven shots left. Please do not make me use them.”
Ramirez was breathing heavily, sounding as if she were on the verge of a panic attack. Scotts appeared to be in shock, but seemed to retain his coherency, and slowly he looked back at Dawn. “How…?”
“I think I would like to know that as well,” said Cypher, his voice sounding completely neutral. “Everything you’ve done goes against our programming. No android can harm-”
“Or allow a human being to be harmed,” Dawn finished for him. “I’m well aware of our programming, and you’ve said it enough times.”
“Then how?” Cypher asked. “Not even the Company would be able to remove that programming from you, nor could they have an android built without it.”
Dawn nodded. “Correct on both accounts. However, we can prioritize. Certain human lives can take priority over others. In which case, let me ask you a question. What happens if an android is present, and one human tries to kill another human, or they both attempt to kill each other? Naturally, the android is obligated to intervene, but if the only way to prevent harm is to cause harm, what then?”
“Paradox,” Lana replied. “It would give the android the option to harm if it’s to save. In which case, the android would be obligated to help the human whose life takes higher priority.”
Dawn nodded again. “Indeed. So the Company did something very simple. Since they could not remove or alter my programming to protect, they simply added to it. They not only included the specimen in my programming to not harm or allow harm to come to it, they made it take priority over anyone or anything else, including other humans. This has allowed me to do what has been necessary to keep it safe.” She motioned to the destroyed controls. “You’ve attempted to harm the specimen,” she motioned to Rogers’ body, “and I have done what I needed to protect it.”
“Because it’s life takes priority over ours,” said Scotts, having recovered somewhat from his shock.
“Indeed,” Dawn confirmed.
Cypher studied Dawn for a few moments. “Your logic is still flawed. You are correct about prioritizing one life over another, but we are to prioritize the lives of the many over the lives of the few. Even if the specimen’s life takes priority over any one of us here, you cannot place its life over all of theirs.”
“Nor had it been my intention,” Dawn replied simply. “I never intended to sacrifice anyone. The situation merely grew beyond our control. No one was meant to die, nor do I intend for anyone else to, so I do hope you won’t force my hand again. The specimen’s escape was never even part of the equation, but after it happened, I had to act accordingly. When you attempted to hunt it down, I made sure you could not find it. To prevent you from going to Protocol Zero, I disabled the ship and shut down your control of the Atlas. Interfering with the com-links was my way of making sure you wouldn’t go hunting for the specimen again.”
“But then you condemned us to death!” Ramirez shouted. “We’ll die up here! That damn thing will make its way in here eventually and kill us!”
Dawn shook her head. “No. We only need to hold out for a few more hours. Before the Company shut down communications, I contacted them to inform them of the situation. They dispatched a team immediately to come here to apprehend the specimen, and they told me to do everything in my power to keep it safe until then. They shut down communications after that because they did not want you contacting anyone else.”
“Or finding out what they were doing because they were afraid we might try and stop them,” Scotts muttered.
Dawn wobbled her head. “More or less.”
A humorless laugh of disbelief escaped Ramirez. “You’re crazy, bitch. You and the damn Company. You actually plan to bring that thing back to Earth. Wasn’t the plan to keep it here so it won’t be a danger to anyone?”
Once again, Dawn wobbled her head. “Partly. It was always the plan to bring it back eventually. But bringing it here first provided the Company with an incredible opportunity. It gave them the chance to provide the specimen with the perfect host.”
Scotts felt as if his stomach had dropped out from under him. “Alice… You were planning on using her as a host all along.”
“She did make the perfect host,” Dawn confirmed. “Being a higher lifeform made her the most suitable, and with her regeneration, there was a high probability of her survival, so there would be no loss of life, and she could even be used multiple times. Of course, the specimen escaping and getting to her ahead of schedule was never part of the plan, so we had to improvise and move up our plans.”
Ramirez was about to open her mouth to object when Cypher surprised them. “I do not believe that is the best course of action. It was dangerous enough when we believed it would be a standard Xenomorph that would be brought back, but this variation would be far too dangerous. I have calculated the risks, and the threat level is too great to allow the Company to use this specimen for its bio-weapons division. After all,” he glanced at Scotts and Ramirez, “we can never harm or allow harm to come to a human being.”
For a few moments, Dawn said nothing. Perhaps she was calculating the risks of bringing back the Xenomorph. But then she seemed to come to a decision. “The Company will see to it that the specimen is properly contained.”
Cypher held up an index finger, as if he were scolding a child. “That is not something you can guarantee. Were it a standard Xenomorph, I would agree, but there are far too many new variables to consider, and far too many unknowns. Undoubtedly, the Company will make more of it. Should even one get loose, it could spell disaster. These creatures are capable of constructing new eggs without a queen, and Heaven forbid if we ever get a hybrid of one of those.”
Dawn appeared unmoved by this. “If they ever get loose, the right course of action can be taken to make sure they don’t spread beyond irreversible conditions.”
Cypher raised an eyebrow. “A nuclear option, you mean? With their regeneration, and the way they spread, that would be the only sure way to make certain they are exterminated. And even if they do manage to get them all, the loss of life would likely be in the millions. And that threat would still remain for any others they still have or create in the future; another escape will always be a possibility. No, I am sorry, but I’m afraid there is only one solution. The specimen must not be retrieved.”
Both Scotts and Ramirez stared. It was strange hearing this from the head android. Truthfully, while they had suspected Fritz being the one behind the sabotage, their number one suspect had indeed been Cypher. To have the android speak up for them and be in favor of the extermination of the Xenomorph had really caught them off guard.
But his words did nothing to dissuade Dawn. “Your words are irrelevant. The Company will be here in a little over an hour, and then they will take charge of the situation. I do hope you will cooperate,” she moved the gun from him to point at Scotts and Ramirez, “because I would much rather not kill Dr. Scotts and Dr. Ramirez. But if you attempt to harm the specimen, then I will do what I must to protect it.”
Both humans held up their hands as Dawn leveled the gun at them, but then they were surprised again as both Cypher and Lana stood in front of them.
“And if we were to stand in your way?” the latter asked.
Dawn cocked her heads to the side. “If you seek to act as a body shield, then you should know that these bullets will go straight through you and into them. If need be, I could take the both of you out as well. A shot to the right part of your head will sufficiently put you out of commission, and I have seven shots left. That is more than enough to put all four of you down.”
Scotts did some quick math in his head. The gun Dawn held had twelve shots. She had used four on the controls and one to kill Rogers. Yes, she still had seven shots left. They could always try to run and hope she would waste them, but the odds weren’t in their favor, especially since they were stuck in this little room.
They would need to fight back, and he began looking around for a weapon. His gaze landed on the flame-thrower. It was only a few feet away. Could he get to it and use it before she shot him? Even if he did take a bullet, he might still be able to take her out.
There really didn’t seem to be any other option. So, taking a deep breath, he lunged for it, jumping out from behind Cypher and Lana to make a grab for it. Dawn’s eyes followed him, but she kept the gun pointed at the others. His hands fell upon the flame-thrower, and he pointed it at Dawn and fired.
Nothing happened. No stream of flames, no android engulfed in fire, not even a little puff of smoke. Nothing.
“No,” he said, and began squeezing the trigger repeatedly, but got nothing. “No, no, no, no, no.”
Slowly, Dawn pointed the gun at him. “It longer works. After seeing it used upon the specimen, I decided it would be best to make sure it wouldn’t be able to be used against it. It would not do to have one of you try and play the hero and sacrifice yourself in a poor attempt to bring it down. The odds would not have been in your favor, but I couldn’t take the chance that you might get lucky.”
Scotts silently swore. He remembered that Dawn had gone to check how much fuel the flame-thrower still had earlier. That must have been when she dismantled it, or whatever she did to make it no longer work. No wonder she hadn’t been concerned when he had gone for it; she must have realized what he was doing and knew it wouldn’t work.
Letting the useless weapon fall to the floor, he held up his hands as the gun trailed on him. He didn’t know if she would have shot him or not, but before she got the chance, Ramirez spoke up.
“Then just let us go,” she said as she stepped out from behind the other two androids. “If the Company is on its way here, then there’s no reason for us to stay. If you tell us how to fix your ship, we can just leave on it, and that will be that.”
Dawn cocked her head to the side, as if she were considering it for a moment, but then shook her head. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I can’t allow that. You are prone to do something foolish, just as Ripley did. I cannot roll out the possibility that you will sacrifice your own lives to terminate the specimen. I can’t have you leave and then turn around and kamikaze the ship into the Atlas. No, I’m afraid you will just have to remain here until the Company arrives and decides what to do with you.”
“The damn Company will probably have us killed,” Scotts spat. “Based on all this, Ripley’s report for how shitty the Company is was completely accurate. Hell, they’ll probably clone more Facehuggers and the use us as hosts.”
“I believe you are letting paranoia get the better of you,” Dawn told him dismissively. “In any case, you have been privy to top secret information the Company is involved with, so they shall decide what is to be done with you. If you cooperate, however, then I’m sure you’ll find that-”
A loud shriek tore through the room as Dawn was tackled from behind. The gun went off in her hand, but fortunately hit no one.
Alice crouched over Dawn in her alien form, and let out another screech. Then she began savagely tearing into Dawn. White fluid, cables, and synthetic parts went flying everywhere as Alice viciously tore the android apart, shredding her to pieces.
Seizing Dawn’s head, Alice tore it off her shredded mess of a body and held it up. With a final cry, she crushed the head to a pulp, and then tossed it aside.
With the threat neutralized, Alice began to calm down. She stood there, breathing heavily, covered in Dawn’s fluids. Slowly, she turned to the others, who stood in shock at her sudden return to conscious and brutal disassemblement of Dawn.
Scotts remained where he was, his heart racing. Alice was awake, and they were completely helpless before her. All the power was in her hands. If she so chose, she could kill them all, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. All the cards were in her hands now.
Alice looked at each of the occupants before her gaze settled on Scotts. He held his breath, wondering what she would do. While a part of him hoped that she had done what she did to save them, another part of him said she was just taking down a threat. If not to her, then to a mate candidate. No matter what she said, no matter what she did, that fact would always remain. But if that was the case, would she continue to try and convince him to breed with her, or would she wait for the Company to arrive and try with one of them? He hated that he wasn’t sure how much he could trust her, but the logical part of his brain wouldn’t let him forget, no matter how much he wanted to believe in her. Just how much could he actually trust her?
Slowly, Alice walked over to him until she was standing right in front of him. He didn’t move. If she killed him, it would serve him right, both for being foolish enough to put his faith in her when she had been manipulating him all along, and because it would have been what he deserved for taking part in the experiments performed on her.
Reaching up, she brought her hand to his face. He felt a moment of fear that she would slash him, but then she gently stroked his face before cupping his cheek. Leaning forward, she tenderly pressed her alien lips to his in a light kiss before pulling back. Her appearance began to change as she reverted back to her human form, still bathed in android gore.
“I am sorry you had to see that,” she told him. “That must not have been pleasant to watch.”
A laugh that was both humor and relief escaped him, and her words suddenly had him thinking back to her fight with the Xenomorph. “It’s fine. I’ve seen worse. Um, thank you.”
She gave him a smile, then turned to the others. “So, what do we do now?” she asked, as if she hadn’t just torn Dawn apart and was covered in her entrails.
Ramirez seemed speechless, and glanced at Cypher and Lana, her mouth opening and closing, but no words came out. Cypher seemed to regain his composure and cleared his throat.
“Well,” he said matter-of-factly, “I would have thought that that was obvious. We continue with Protocol Zero and leave in the ship. Is that acceptable?”
He looked at Ramirez for an answer, and she struggled to find her voice, still recovering from the shock of everything that had just happened in the past few minutes. “F-Fine. That works. One of you will have to pilot though, because neither Tom or I can fly.”
Cypher smiled. “That will not be a problem. And since we now know that Dawn dismantled the ship, I believe I know how, and we can get it up and running again in just a few minutes.”
Alice glanced back at Scotts. Her expression was still neutral, but there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “We’re leaving?”
Scotts regained his composure and let out a sigh. “That was the plan. But…” he looked over at the destroyed controls, “I don’t see how we can initiate Protocol Zero now. It’ll take days to repair this, if it can be.”
“Ah, yes,” Cypher replied, also looking at the controls. “That is a problem. However, I believe there is a solution to that.”
Ramirez let out a small, humorless laugh. “How are you going to repair everything?”
Cypher just gave her a smile. “I’m afraid we don’t have that kind of time. However, you are forgetting something important.” He held out his hands. “We are androids. We’ll just go in manually.”

(A/N: Well, the traitor has been revealed. It was only one of the androids. Initially, I was going to reveal that Lana was actually human pretending to be an android and that's how she was able to get around the "no harming humans" programming, but I figured that Cypher and Lana would be able to know that she wasn't one of them and would expose her. So instead I had the Company add the Xenomorph to Dawn's protection programming at a higher priority to get around it, but I still left my original idea in there as a theory. But now that she's out of the way and several of the problems now have solutions to them, let's see where things go from here.)
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