High five, man! - Gosh, call me a weirdo (mostly a compliment in my book), but sometimes I find it so easy to suddenly develop an ample amount of sympathy for even near-total strangers, even under such faceless/anonymous circumstances... Because, for me, that line quoted above is almost as if I would've read an instance of self-expression of a clone/twin of mine.
The "Alien" fictional universe had a really profound impact on my younger self as well, programming me too to produce, in some counter-instinctual way, positive inner reactions to dark, bleak, industrial atmospheres... One would think something like that is a very rare occurrence.
It must've been like age 5. - A young kindergarten teacher of mine was asked one weekend to look out for me, and she was rock-and-roll enough that we not alone baked pizza together, but she got me a pretty graphic Alien comic book... Few years later, on an apocalyptically rainy day, a buddy of mine and I found a copy of the widely-hated "Alien 3" movie in my dad's film stash. It was a fossil of a VHS tape, with only one guy overdubbing EVERY actor of this female-main-character movie, in Romanian (which we barely spoke lol), but watching it to the end somehow still turned out to be a memorable / inspiring / formative experience.
I mean come on people, the plot of that flick revolved around the struggles of life-prisoners working on an exoplanetary foundry: the PERFECT combination of being proudly useful and mellowly hopeless. Results are that to this day (in fact, last time was just yesterday lol) when I see stuff like 20-30 kg greasy pistons of dismantled 12-cylinder freight locomotive engines left lying around on the weedy ground of crumbling small-town railway stations at midnight, predestined to be taken apart by metal thieves and entropy, well, frankly, my hearth is filled with what I'd describe as enviably cheaply obtained deep joy... Because it's dark, and it's bleak, and it's industrial. Strange, I know.
So yeah, I too am a fan of that kind of stuff... In fact, I recall you, MrGrey, liking a clue-revealing post of my Quasar E77 station (CC page:
https://starmadedock.net/content/mega-project-the-mysterious-science-station.7500/). Well, here's another clue: habitation section; private rooms corridor;
Weyland-Yutani corporate executive's room; the e-mail left open on his computer's display has an unmistakable reference to the station's biggest hidden secret. And sorry for the nostalgic off-topic rant everyone