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    “............................” David wasn’t trying to think of it in that way, but he couldn’t deny such a point. There was definitely something of that degree going on, and he hated that it was really ticking away in the back of his thoughts.      “...Yes, I’m afraid so. It is exactly that, the latter of your crude descriptions.” He wished he could be away from this situation, and away from this one who spouted more arrogance than he could have easily handled from anyone else, except this one.       “I do not know why Mister Weyland would even dream of instilling my mind       with something as odd as this, but there it stays.” | @curiousitiies​ |

    “... Oh, no... Nothing so simple.” Finally, sets his datapadd aside and gives the other a stare that could have burned through so many walls, were it possible. David was completely at a loss in how to go about this, so he would have to face it straight on. Like how my heroes would. This is a foe that’s worse than any army or battalion sent my way...      “I think I like you, Caleb... As much as that thought disgusts       me to no end. I have no way in explaining it, with any sort of ease.” | @curiousitiies​ |

    “Well, if I were hiding something you would be the first to notice, wouldn’t you.” Of course. David was already confused at himself, really, as he was trying to figure out exaclty what was the problem here. No, he knew what it was, and was just merely trying to ignore the issue. This wasn’t exactly something he had in mind, and most definitely did not ever expect to see from himself. It’s not real.     “Perhaps, I have been watching too many of my preferred films, recently. I cannot help but have this nagging thought in the back of my mind... Quite complex, and it is perhaps even too complex for you.” | @curiousitiies​ |

    “Mister Weyland has many tasks for me, but luckily I am rather      quick at my job. Perhaps, you should learn to take better care      of yourself, and problems like this would have never happened.” He chided the other, as his hands were preoccupied with the tools needed to repair their tough exterior and interior wirings. One hand covered in blood as it kept the ‘injury’ set in place, and combing the whole thing over with the tool that would seal the skin together. After he was finished with the bleeding of white inside, all nice and properly closed, David finally set the objects aside and pressed a finger gently to the place he just fixed. Makes sure that all was settled in, pressure added in certain spots to see if the receptors were working fine, before standing back a little to go clean his hands.       “There... Now, was that too hard? I say I did a fine job.” | @curiousitiies​ |

   “Oh, tut-tut, Caleb... Don’t make too much of a fuss. It’ll     all be over soon enough. As one would say, what comes     of bread and butter but not the spread of metal and shine.” | @curiousitiies |