David Cries Too
Welcome to my Prometheus Fan Fiction that has been a year in the making. It is obviously set prior to Prometheus and is an 'origins' story. I have the whole story plotted out from Andromeda/Rachel's perspective, but as I write the whole thing out, there may be the odd chapter written from David's.
Enjoy.
I remember David coming home.
Not in a box, half assembled, as my mind had pictured when my father informed me our family was getting a replacement android. David was fully formed and insistently life-like, right down the dark mop of quaffed hair. It had been my fault the other had malfunctioned and I was given many lectures in the run up to David's arrival. He was too expensive to replace- even though I later discovered my father had taken him without permission in an attempt to save the company from an impending lawsuit. I was almost certain that my father would replace me if he could. He could not hide his apathy for me, and it got worse the older I got. It's hard to argue against such a suspicion knowing that my father was to order my execution in my 25th cycle of life.
There in my father's art deco entrance hall one sunny afternoon in my 6th cycle stood the latest technology from Weyland Enterprises- my beloved grandpa's company. Beside him stood my proud father; David's supposed creator. I could only dream about the look he gave the android and forever long for the respect.
David blinked rhythmically and I found myself keeping time as I descended the staircase to meet him. David's stare was calming, languid, yet delightfully inquisitive. He asked me my name, but at six cycles old I refused to part with my given name.
'Andromeda' I declared with a wide smile.
'Her name is Rachel.' My father corrected impatiently. Only once in all the years have I known him did use anything but Andromeda, despite my father's protests and attempts to change his subroutines. David shook my hand after kneeling down to meet my gaze, I was surprised to find his touch pleasantly warm. I automatically recoiled and went on to blush at my response. I didn't want to offend him. Father had left us alone to take an important call. I could hear his irritated voice from the kitchen, but I tried to drown it out.
'Does it distress you?' David asked me with a furrowed brow that conveyed no emotion and brought my attention back from my father's anger. 'I can turn my temperature function off if you would be more comfortable?'
'No, I'm just surprised!' I cupped his left ear and whispered, 'are you sure you're a robot?' I hoped he wasn't. The being before me had already earned my trust and become more of a role model than my father ever could.
He mused upon the question before nodding, 'I am currently your father's greatest achievement. I am the most convincing model yet.'
'I am so glad you're here. We're going to have some extraordinary adventures.'
How right I was. David allowed me to grow as a person and surpass my father in every way possible. Unfortunately, our adventure together led me to find a freedom from my father that also resulted in my fatal undoing. Even worse, by the time my heart would beat for the last time, David wouldn't even remember.
