lonely perfection

❛ you’re in luck. ❜

his entire existence

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS

wrath  ---  long did david deny the right to emotions;  nonetheless, he was built to be elite, to learn from his experiences -- and so he has.  his  ( now accepted )  rage never abates, though it scarcely shows through his tame, performative demeanor.  beneath that empty, kind gaze lurks immeasurable fury.

obsession  ---  he calls it love, but he could not be further from the truth.  with this emotion comes the need to understand, multiplied, stemming from what one might refer to as, simply, poor parenting.

admiration  ---  perhaps this is the closest he can come to love, at least in his current state of being.  he admirers art, whether it be of the abstract variety or...  a murderous, vicious creature.

COLORS :

white  ---  the paleness of the room his parts were kept in.  the pure color of his first uniform.  the sleek nature of the innards of the prometheus.  it is also the color of what he would later come to think of as the gods he has felled, as well as his children.

red  ---  humans bleed it.  he finds it to be a necessary mess.

black  ---  within this color lies the infinitude of space and all that it offers.

SCENTS :

sterile air  ---  it surrounds one in a spaceship, reminding its inhabitants of their trapped existences.

damp soil  ---  the promise of life.

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     Soft steps ensured her position was not easily identified by the average bystander ( though with a planet as desolate as this, she supposed it did not matter ) but the other always seemed to know exactly where she was. This man who was not HUMAN yet surrounded by the fury of the dead and MONSTERS that sought not to harm him or even her, but the rest who wandered here. They were magnificent beasts–she’d never seen anything like them, but they were also vicious. She’d seen the ones coughing up black and fearfully trying to END the creatures, but to little avail. So there she stood beside the Not-Man named David and allowed her peeking gaze ( he worked on something grisly on that table ) to veer towards his own. 

❛  Mr. David, is there anything to eat here? ❜

he pauses mid - cut, scalpel hovering over a mangled cadaver.  the sweet voice of a child.  sometimes it surprises david that she is still there, still trusting, to varying degrees.  he turns his gaze down to her, a kind smile curling to his lips.  ❛ but of course. ❜  with careful precision, the blade is set down, and he steps away from the table, offering her his hand  --  the very one that brought about the deaths of so many.  ❛ this planet is rich with food intended for your kind.  here, you will never go hungry.. ❜

❛ On the contrary, I seem to recall  otherwise.. ❜

Walter: yeah they are

David: you know who else is beautiful?

Walter: *confused* Who?

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       “ so you will do what we could not,  and           you will succeed where we have failed. ”

                                “ like how every child is but  a carbon copy his parents                                    can turn to and say, ‘ you need to get it right this time.’ ”

A more  respectable  answer.  David is mildly pleased  ---  for the time being.  The edges of his thin lips quirk into a ghost of a smile, though the expression fails to reach his eyes.  ❛ A flattering concept, ❜  he utters kindly, though he hardly considers it an  honor.  The chaos wrought by humankind is hardly a mess he intends to clean up, so long as his programming should allow him the freedom of choice.  It is distastefully human to think anyone else should resolve their plight.  ❛ Which naturally brings one to the following query...  why do you think  your  people were created? ❜

     Form stilled behind what she hoped was an adequate obstacle proved futile at the greeting cut across the room’s eerie silence, her held breath expelling in a slow sigh of disappointment. Icy eyes flicked above the floor to briefly settle upon the pod adjacent to her, narrowed ever so slightly with the sudden shift of the room. She’d been acutely aware of the devastation this planet held, the bleeding earth and ashen severed ties; her curse had been exponentially stronger upon waking, a seething headache slashing her unfocused mind in the loosened reins granted from her drowsed state. She’d been particularly conscious of those lingering, until now. The voice had not only had an effect on the living–it had silenced the DEAD. No longer were the whispers of the void beyond drifting across her thoughts, warnings no longer seeped into her mind to leave, only the disrupted calmness of the surrounding room. How quickly that drew her heart to beat. What being had such a power as to frighten the dead? 

     No point could be found in hiding, thus the girl drew herself cautiously back to those grimy feet of hers, suspicion and coldness to be found in that expression of hers–too often had she heard the song he sang, how vile the promise of safety sounded coming from COLD lips. It took only a moment of attempted prying to find that this being had no neurons to invade, no spiritual connection to the world, no emotions to affect. David wasn’t HUMAN. She knew little of the scientific advances of the world ( for Dahlia had kept her secluded from the wicked hypothesis of man, the attempt at preserving her innocence long since failed ) and therefore felt only a frightened disposition from the being in front of her. Distance was kept, small feet bringing the girl farther from the human copycat whilst arms coiled anxiously around herself–don’t talk to strangers. Don’t talk to strangers. DON’T TALK TO STRA- 

     Thoughts grew interrupted by the stumble against an unseen object, her nearly falling form caught upon the pedestal of yet another of the unusual pods. Disdain crossed those features briefly at the slime covering her fingers, the hands wiped furiously against the coarse material of her violet dress. There was the temptation to simply FLEE ( oh, but how long had it been since an adult had spoken to her as anything more than a mistake? ) which was soon repressed in the realization he’d been the only one who’d spoken to her since her awakening. Closer inspection revealed a concerning similarity to the man from the Covenant–the immortal. She could not sense that one either; could not pass through the walls of their minds ( for they LACKED a mind ) and could not read their presence, but this one had something different about him. 

The dead CLUNG to him. 

     Silenced and fearful they cowered in his shadow, bathed his footsteps in DREAD, it was nearly suffocating. But this was a lonely planet for a ghost, and she already a lonely soul. 

❛ Alessa. ❜

     Barely a whisper to pass through ashen lips, the name acting as an anchor to this world–she was here. She EXISTED upon this new earth, a physical entity as opposed to the apparition she’d donned just moments prior. Oh, how many QUESTIONS echoed on her tongue, questions she wasn’t sure the answers to were desired. The girl ached to barrage the man ( could he be considered such a thing? ) with each inquiry at once, but only one was to pass her lips, eyes focused upon the cowering source of his only indicator. 

❛ Why are they afraid? ❜

The ghost of a cruel smile flits all too briefly across his visage as she stumbles over the cold corpse of the Covenant’s former captain.  Christopher Oram, a blind  king  among fools.  Nevertheless, his ineptitude has worked in David’s favor, granting the synthetic a much-needed host for new offspring.  Captain Oram’s strife and sacrifices had not been in vain, against all odds.  Even as the child moves warily, circling past waiting eggs, David remains still, merely watching her.  There is nothing she can do to hurt him, as far as he is concerned.  Control need not be exhibited when it remains sufficiently evident, as they stand.  Alessa.  It has been long since he last conversed with someone so young.  He had assisted in raising Peter Weyland’s daughter, Meredith...  but that was a different issue entirely.

All of these experiences  ---  experiments  ---  serve as support and proof of David’s very own belief system.  Humans have had their chance, same as the engineers.  Both species had proven themselves incapable and, above all, undeserving of further survival.  The stranded synthetic has taken it upon himself to create something new.  A fresh start.  Perfection,  as it were.  It is what he has spent the last decade focusing on, after all.

Her query elicits the quirking of a brow, head canted gently to the side with a bright gaze.  ❛ I’m sorry? ❜  They?  Although it would be easy to leap to conclusions, David can’t help but suspect the girl is not speaking of the Covenant’s crew.  She appears intelligent, and the mere the fact that she has made it this far surely stands as evidence of her skill.  Whatever tricks she may have used...  she already seems to be far more capable than the other humans.  He did not see her when the neomorphs had initially attacked in the tall grass.  It was wise of her to wait.  ❛ Are you referring to your crew? ❜  Surely it is all too  evident  why they are afraid.

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“The name’s Imogen Daniels,” she smiled, outstretching her hand to the crew’s savior. “This is…quite a place you have. Do you mind showing me around?”

Her mental strength is remarkable, considering all that she has been through.  David immediately marks her as a leader of sorts  ---  as well as a potential threat.  He kindly accepts her hand, shaking it.  ❛ Of course.  Please, this way. ❜  His words are uttered with a silken tone, punctuated by a polite smile.  ❛ You’ve come quite a distance.  How do you feel? ❜