The old and rotten Oracle ship is on its way down. If you are still on board, you can hear the creaking of the timbers and the rats scurrying through the corridors.
The crew is mostly gone or jumping ship, while the clueless rats spend their time chewing through the timbers to collapse the layer above them, thinking they can kill off some of the other rats and keep themselves alive a bit longer. Little do they know, they are slowly destroying the entire ship as they work. Their brain capacity can't comprehend anything but themselves and their immediate needs.
Packs of sociopathic rats wander throughout the ship attacking able-bodied crewmen in an attempt to chase them overboard and prolong their own pathetic existence. HR wanna-be-lawyers follow the rat packs around placating them with bits of moldy cheese, hoping they won't turn on them.
Fear is everywhere. Uncertainty around every dark corner.
So, what the hell are you still doing here? Update your skills and get out. Let the rats drown with the ship.