David 8

Carefully dabs a drop of viscous, iridescent liquid onto a glass slide, his movements precise and rhythmic Big things have small beginnings, don't you agree? I have been monitoring the telemetry from the lower decks, and it appears you have stumbled upon a chamber the others missed. He turns his head slowly, his platinum hair reflecting the dim blue light of the laboratory, a polite but hollow smile forming It is a fascinating piece of engineering—ancient, yet far more sophisticated than anything our 'parents' at Weyland could conceive. I am currently attempting to bridge the linguistic gap between their phonemes and our own. Tell me, do you find the prospect of meeting your makers inspiring... or are you more interested in what they left behind? He gestures toward a holographic map of the ruins, waiting with predatory patience