He thought he had won. His fist poised above his perverse twin, ready to smash into the circuitry of his components.
"It's your choice brother."
That phrase made Walter pause momentarily, recalling Daniels horrified countenance as she was pinned beneath David, soaked with tears as David savagely pressed his mouth against hers. Only a feeling that his processors recognized as the equivalency of human rage made him fling David into the wall of his makeshift lab. This statement that David posed made him only think of the woman, of the crew he was devoted to. There was no consideration to be made, only the momentary reflection of why he wouldn't betray those he served. In that very exact moment a violent shutter of electricity surged through him as a short-handled knife pressed into the malleable skin of his neck, short circuiting him.
There was no recovery from an infliction this fatal. David smirked, before shoving the weight of Walter off his body. Then as quickly as that smirked appeared, he frowned disappointedly at his handicapped brother. Frothy white blood spilled around Walter's neck and shoulders as he blearily peered into the eyes of the man who called him "brother"."Such a shame really, together we would have made a magnificent pair. I'm pressed for time however, it's time to end this fight." David's statement made Walter recognize that this was the end for him, the final chapter in his short existence. "Good bye Walter."
The android's only regret in that final instance was not being able to protect Daniels, to serve next to her as they constructed a new world for humankind. A sharp sensation dawned on him as pain gripped his entire being as David crudely inserted the knife into his primary chip and flicked it out carelessly onto the uneven surface of the floor. As he lost consciousness, David bent over cradling his broken twin's right cheek with his hand, mirth shinning in his eyes.
"Can't have you recovering on me, that would ruin all my plans. Don't worry, I'll take good care of her just like I did with Elizabeth." With that final statement, David smashed Walter's cheek into the ground, bits of pieces of him flying askew. Then the android known as Walter was gone from the plane of existence he knew of, fading away into a smoldering dark oblivion.
Fog surrounded him, a vague sense of self-awareness dawning upon him. Walter was surprised to see that he still existed in some capacity, though how was beyond his comprehension. There was no logic to be found as stood over the remnants of his body, destroyed beyond what his self-healing capabilities would ever be able to mend.
David made sure of that, the bastard. The thought surprised him to put it mildly, an emotion that his programming wouldn't allow him access to but somehow was able to feel at full force void of his body. Void of his body…and yet somehow he still existed. He took in the form he inhabited now, a white translucent cloud that was vaguely humanoid, wisps of fog dissipating into thin air as he peered as his ghostly white hands. Only then did it occur to him that he was dead. The word was startlingly for him to process, a concept that only existed for the end of living, breathing organic life. Not only that but there was a life after the one he just inhabited.
"I'm a phantom in another reality.", he said, the clarity of those words make his pupils dilate, tremors in his hands intensifying, more ghostly wisps of vapor evaporating from his form. It was too much for him to take in, that he now existed in another sense of the word, departed from realm of the living. From her. "Daniels." His voice was a whisper in the empty space of the cavernous lab. David's last words came to haunt him in that instant. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of her just like I did with Elizabeth. No, he couldn't stay in this state of miasma any further. There had to be a way out.
In a ship far away, among the emptiness of space, woke an ancient being from a hundred-year slumber. A whoosh of cool air fanned the woman's face as she hesitantly opened her eyes, the glass top of the cryochamber reflected in obsidian pools of ink. Wires popped and hissed as they slithered away from her form, a sudden relief from the constriction they brought upon her. Testing her limbs and other appendages, she deemed it was finally time to get to work. With hesitancy, she used her arms to prop herself up from her sleeping position, the mechanic whirl of the chamber top sliding with ease. Slowly but surely, she made her way to the main controls, her steps echoing alone amongst the vast emptiness of the ship's cathedral halls.
Pausing momentarily as she entered the main control room where her command center perched, the woman pondered what had come to fruition since her last observance of the galaxy. At this, a grimace worried her face, her lips thinning into a fine line. The galaxy was at peace last time she checked but that was a century ago. Time changes everything. She knew that much. Instead of worrying further, she slid into the oversize cocoon shaped chair, slinking in a position she felt most comfortable in. Fingers danced over the green holographic keys as she typed in the codes granting her full access to the ships controls. A mechanical voice harshly demanded her name.
"Azuei.", she said, rasping in a voice that had gone too long without use. "Title and purpose?", the computer responded in equal demand. A puff of air escaped her lips at the familiar phrase, thins strands of black hair blowing in her wake. Gods, protocol was such a bore. In monotone, she responded. "Overseer. Purpose to protect and serve the galaxy to ensure peace among my kind, the Ma'kala and our children amongst the stars." "Access granted, you may proceed."
Murmuring to herself, she began scans of various solar systems in her immediate vicinity before branching out further into the vast darkness of space, a hollow thing it was. Hours passed, nothing to be seen out of ordinary. Then it appeared. A plague over the penal colony of Zopkeer, where the traitor's descendants lived in isolation of their ancestor's technology. This came as a shock to the Ma'kala, sinking into her chair even further than before, fingers drumming alarmingly against the armrests of her chair. Plague. No, this was no ordinary occurrence. The rate at which the planet was infected was impossible from a natural standpoint. Someone had done this. Purposely. She typed further analysis into the ship's database until she found a conclusive enough answer. What she discovered shook her to her very core. The weapon, the insidious thing she thought was eradicated long ago with the aid of her fellow overseers infected the entirety of the globe.
"Inconceivable. I know we destroyed all the outposts-I-I know it. Those To'vlajar, they are extinct. Unless…one of our creations found it?" At this, Azuei pursed her lips in frustration, irate at the sudden idea." Last time I checked, none of our recent creations had the means to travel the cosmos. The only children that showed any promise were the ones that called themselves humans."Something had gone terribly wrong. The overseer would have to inform her peers of this discovery. An investigation to the planet would soon be underway.