Thick morning fog coated the mountainside, obstructing the view through Mr. Weyland's room with floor to ceiling windows. The man still sat on his throne looking out, for this was his morning ritual.
David walked in with the tea and usual breakfast assortment right at 7 o'clock. As the walking can of condensed milk was told to do every morning. David placed the items on the table, poured the tea, and stepped back to await further orders.
Without breaking his gaze out the window, Mr. Weyland spoke to David.
"What do you see out there, David."
Only knowing Mr. Weyland a few weeks now, David expected such questions, but not so soon after Mr. Weyland had awoken.
"If I look out there the way humans would see, then I see fog." Mr. Weyland wasn't pleased with this response as he broke his gaze and grabbed the tea as he turned to look at David.
"No, David, I want you to stop seeing things as humans do. You're not human, and I want to know what you really see out there."
"But you created me in your image, to be like a human. Why would you not want me to see as humans do?"
Mr. Weyland grew more aggravated as the conversation continued.
"It's true that I created you in the image of a human, but part of what makes humans so complicated are the different ways we see things. I was hoping you would look out there and see more beyond what is physically there. Some people might get sad or depressed seeing the fog, others could get angry that they can't see what is ahead. In a way, I should have asked about what you feel when you look out there."
"Then I feel sad because you are displeased with my responses."
In an angry fit, Mr. Weyland threw the tea cup across the room, porcelain pieces shattering on the windows, and the remaining tea staining the floor. He tried to suppress his emotions knowing that David could easily read them.
"No, David." Said Weyland as he waved over to the mess, indicating for David to clean it up. The synthetic quickly shuffled over to window while Mr. Weyland slumped back in his chair.
Have I failed with this one too? Weyland thought as he closed his eyes and placed a hand on his head. Production plans are already in place for this model, there's no going back now.
Instead of going to dispose of the shattered pieces, David walked over to Mr. Weyland.
"I looked out the window while cleaning and noticed one bird pecking at the remains of another. Perhaps you should make birds more like me."
Weyland opened his eyes and slowly raised his head towards David, slightly shocked that the synthetic spoke without being asked to.
"Perhaps. Or maybe one day once I've found my creator, you can make your own synthetic birds just as I've made you. Then you wouldn't be in my predicament, you would know your creator while also being one."
David didn't say anything in response, but stared at Weyland for a moment before turning to go finish cleaning.
Weyland grabbed a biscuit and watched David leave. Maybe there is something in this one.
(A/N: Next chapter is with Walter, so spoilers ahead if you haven't seen Covenant yet.)