artificial person.

        ┌                    ❝ THERE ARE SOME THINGS IN LIFE YOU CAN’T CONTROL,                                                         ———AND ONE OF THEM IS ME. ❞                                                                                                                         ┘

                          D A X I S M S

     JADZIA DAX               TASHA YAR              SEVEN OF NINE

           INDEPENDENT MULTIMUSE STAR TREK ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT

working on getting better at digital painting. decided to sketch/trace a frame from this iconic alien moment. 

reference photo below the cut

For a long time, B-4 could do nothing but stare at the other android, mouth open and eyes wide. Bishop looked so human. B-4 had thought that all androids looked like him– were him, in a sense– but Bishop was entirely different. It was difficult not to view him as his own separate category of being.

“Are you my brother?” Bishop looked different, but he was still synthetic. Was that enough to be considered family? Data had only ever mentioned one human responsible for the creation of artificial life; that must have meant that Bishop was made by Doctor Soong, too.

From the stare, Bishop had begun to worry there was a malfunction in the artificial person across from him.  When he spoke, and with a somewhat childlike innocence,  almost  glee,  Bishop’s lips twitched into a brief, awkward smile.  He looked down and in a gruff whisper muttered  something  that  approximated  a  human’s  laughing huff. 

“I don’t think so.”   Though as far as he knew, the Weyland Corp. had been the only to successfully make a more advanced synthetic.  This man looked more like older Seegson models, though he doubted any of them   self aware   enough  to  ask  such  an  interestingly  worded question. 

“Who was your designer?”

Alien/Alien Isolation AU Part 2: 

“Alright, sweetheart, you ready?” “Ready. Yeah, as I’ll ever be.” “Then let’s get this done.” “Wait—! M-Mom…” “What? What is it, Amy?” “I… I love you.” “… I love you too, sweetheart.”

After discovering each other beyond the wreckage of the destroyed space station, Ellen Ripley and her daughter, Amanda, realize a computer malfunction with a cascading effect was what kept Ripley’s escape pod from traveling to the frontier and thus drifting in space for fifteen years. Now, unable to go back into cryosleep, the two conclude that their only hope lies in returning to the remnants of Sevastopol Station on a salvaging mission. 

As they approach the debris field, their motion sensors begin to detect several dozen signatures moving about on the station. Each far too quickly to be humans. Terrified, but determined, the mother-daughter duo create a plan: Amanda will stay aboard the life boat and monitor the sensors and help guide her as Ellen attempts to retrieve the necessary components to make their repairs…