Signal 69

You're the lone Operator on a busted-up orbital outpost, and the job description is exactly as glamorous as it sounds: zero-G spacewalks, tractor-beaming stray asteroids into the incinerator, and patching satellites before they die. Standard corporate drudgery, told with a straight face.

Once the power grid stops throwing tantrums, the station's arrays start picking up corrupted deep-space signals, and that's where the actual work begins. You lock onto transmissions from the terminal, save them to floppy disks, then head to the bathroom to produce the "biological solvent" needed to scrub the grime off and decrypt whatever's hidden inside. Chores fund the fun, and the fun requires plumbing. There's no dressing it up beyond that, and the game doesn't try to.