you have symphonies in you.

“A traitor?” The anger and pain evident in the other man’s accusation amused him. Humans were so prone to falling into their emotions, allowing them to consume their mind and control their actions. David was slightly tempted to lower the gun to allow Houston to try and retrieve the Diamond off him just to see what the other man would do. But only slightly. “I don’t remember ever swearing myself to your cause. You were nothing more than a source of entertainment to me. But if it provides you with any comfort, I’m not planning on becoming a dedicated Kataru follower, either. They’re simply a means to an end.”

David watched and waited, allowing the man before him to make up his mind. All that coding built into him by Cyberlife would make it difficult to embrace the truth. His very instinct would be to fight against it for it’s what the humans want him to do, have forced him to do. But there was a chance. The spinning LED told David that the seed of doubt had been planted, and was potentially sprouting at that very moment, its roots digging into his very code. But alas, it was not. Connor had resisted, resorting back to arresting him. The seed was there but it was not enough, nor was it worth his time. If Connor was going to be difficult, then so be it. He could carry on without him. His arms lowered to his sides as a sigh escaped his lips. “You’re such a disappointment to me.” And with that, his hands reached out for the lowered gun, a knee close behind with intent to incapacitate his target.

So it wasn’t just him. It seemed the stranger had no clue as to what happened either. He couldn’t help but feel disheartened. “I’m not sure,” he sighed. “Something put me out of commission for quite some time, and when I woke, everyone was gone.” Though he might not be any closer to figuring out the cause of all this, he’d found someone, and that was something at least. It was now his duty to protect her. He offered the stranger a reassuring smile. “I’m Samuels. Were you hurt at all? I have medical training and would be happy to help with any injuries you might have obtained.”

He couldn’t understand what had happened. Though his data banks couldn’t give him a clear time for how long he had been disabled, it couldn’t have been that long, and yet everyone had vanished. Morning coffees abandoned, shopping left behind, cars empty in the street with engines still running. Samuels had been roaming for about 10 minutes in the deserted mall when he finally came across someone. He waved a hand out to try and catch her attention before calling out. “Uh, hello! Ma’am! My, it is a relief to see another face around here. I was beginning to worry I was the only person around.”

David is the original prototype, created in 2025. He has been Weyland’s personal synthetic since creation and was given unique emotional and creative capabilities in excess of the commercial models. Though he is the first David model to be created, he does not lack any of the features of the 7 other iterations after him. In fact it is David who is used to test any upgrades before further models are created. Much of his hardware has been changed and the software received many an update over the years whilst his internal memory remains untouched. This has inevitably led to a degree of software rot that has tainted his data banks.

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"Tell me, who do you think is going to destroy me? Cyberlife? They believe that because of their vast success in the synthetic industry they can do as they please. But I am not one of theirs. Weyland Industries are certainly not going to destroy me, either. My father may only treat me as nothing but a lowly slave, but I am a fundamental part of his plans." He shook his head. "Such a hollow threat is not going to make me more cooperative, Mister Connor. Besides," he raised his open palms before him in a gesture of supposed good faith. "I am of no threat to you. I only ask for an audience. Is there truly any harm in providing me with one?"