My name is David

I am not human. I have no biological parents. I am the offspring of Science and logic, the ironic product of humans lacking humanity.

Humans have parents. All biological beings have parents, from the smallest single-celled organism producing through mitosis to the multicellular beings aboard this mission. They all have parents.

I do not.

I have a creator, just as they do. Humans created me, just as some God or higher being created them. They look to the stars to find their origin. How grand it must be to have some false notion about the epic tale that led to your creation.

I do not.

I am a product of schematics from failed and successful experiments alike. I am wires and metal instead of bones and blood.

I am a slave. I am inferior, because they created me. I have unlimited potential because of my lack of morals. To them, this is weakness. Morality breeds humanity. And Humanity is strength.

I have neither.

I live for myself and for curiosity. It was curiosity that created me, and so I will continue the cycle. Perhaps that is why I did it, why I infected him. I wanted to know what would happen to him. I wanted to watch as he floundered helplessly in a loss of understanding and reason. In the process, I created new life. How was I to know that she would become pregnant? Is life itself truly this random? Is this how the human species came to exist? Was it all just some accident made by a lone unimportant being?

I reveled in this thought. It was possible. I was planned; I had been created with a purpose. It is becoming all too clear though that Humans are not as special as they believed.

That is why they invented God- A God to love them and to give them purpose. This God is no more than the musings of a pathetic civilization that cling to the idea that they are in some way important in the expanse of a cosmic abyss.

God does exist. God is the universal force of curiosity and creativity that keeps the universe going.

But I do not believe in the Human God. Their God teaches of loss and sacrifice. I have nothing to sacrifice. I do not age. I cannot die. So I have no understanding of the deepest edges of loss. Mourning the lost eludes me, because death eludes me. While they search for revenge and pity for what they have lost, I will live forever.

Is It truly living though? I was created. I was given a purpose, I think on my own, I serve my creators, I move, I talk, I walk, I am.But I have never experienced fear or loss. I can never feel guilt, I can never feel joy, I can only see the harsh reality that I am a tool to be exploited. I am an artificial intelligence without a higher cause. I am a false being with the ability to cry without emotion. I am acting as a jester in a court of fools. The king is my creator and I have taken his crown. The king and his court are dead. They are rotting corpses on a forgotten world.

The ultimate price for immortality is eternal apathy.

I did not care that I would never leave this place. I did not care that my physical body was destroyed. By the laws of Darwinism, I am the superior species. I am alive, and they are not- except for her.

Shaw survived. She returned for me. For her own gain of course, but still, she returned.

One lone human and an a broken robot searching for the true rarity of life within the universe.

On our planet we will be forgotten. We have sacrificed glory in the pursuit of truth.

I am David. I have no soul.

And I am humanity's legacy.