My salary was $65,000 at a creative agency. I asked for a raise due to my higher performance. Management said: “we’ll think about it.” I left the job and became third officer on a commercial starship. The other members of the crew, Kane, Lambert, Parker, Brett, Ash and Captain Dallas, are dead. Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about six weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.