"If you watched it, then you already know the kind of shape he was in. The Queen ripped him apart." It was pure dumb luck that Hicks was unconscious in the dropship. No telling how much worse it could have been otherwise. Ripley propped her elbows up on her knees, reaching for her cigarette and staring at the bottom of her empty glass. She took a drag in silence. Everything hear felt way too clean. Too much wood and plaster, not enough metal. Water and sky as far as the eye could see. Even when she'd been on Earth, things weren't quite this nice. How the hell was she going to fit in here?
She didn't want to say it, but if they had put Bishop's hard drive in a new unit, it was unlikely they would tell him. They'd probably torture the android. How did you torture an android? Whatever it was, the way Hicks' face twitched was familiar; some memory had surfaced. Ripley tilted her head to look at him. "What did they do to you?