Only the robust survive.
Space. The final frontier.
You are an employee of NanoTrasen, the largest manufacturer and employer within known space, albeit not by much. Taking up residence in one of their plasma science-based research facilities, you must go about your day-to-day business without finding yourself either beaten with stun batons, shot, maimed, your face melted off, turned into a monkey, eyes stabbed out, or just plain thrown out an airlock.
Why would any of the above happen? Because NanoTrasen isn't alone in this sector of space. There are a variety of threats to their business; to name a few: the secretive Syndicate, the evil Space Wizard Federation, goddamned face-raping xenoforms, nearly undetectable changelings hellbent on absorbing your DNA, and don't forget -- the ever vicious spess carp. Do not fuck with the spess carp.
Mind yourself out there, assistant. And don't piss off the AI.