Human After All

Archive Log: 04

"What is pain? Noun: a highly unpleasant physical sensation caused by illness or injury; mental suffering or distress, the pain of loss. Verb: cause a mental or physical pain; it pains me to say this..." 

"It is unfortunate."

David's eyes eventually slowly slid to look at 6's impassive expression. David's basic double stood before him completely ignorant really to what David was truly saying, how could he comprehend pain? He barely even knew what the word meant. David did, and he was also rather certain this stabbing feeling from within was pain. He tilted his head, he could feel pain; he was certain of that, this was more than just a grasp of the emotion and being able to express it in an effort to fit in with those around him; David felt pain. 

"Unfortunate. Cutting your thumb or finger off when doing work is unfortunate, this is far from unfortunate." He said seriously while 6 tried to look puzzled, it didn't work, David frowned deeply and turned to look over his shoulder at the man still in the door. "Martin Temple," David hadn't really met this man until now. He just solemnly came into the room after knocking gently on the door. Both David and 6 had stopped working and looked to the mousy haired man. 6 may not have fully understood what was being told to him, his simple reply to David proved as much, but David himself followed easily enough. 

Alma had been caught in an accident. Since first returning to the small apartment she called home, David had spent equal times there and here. Today was one of the days where he freely opted to stay in the lab space and just do whatever. Sometimes he'd help 6, sometimes he'd go walking and find himself in the gardens. It wasn't anything personal to Alma or her apartment, it was just that sometimes he liked the freedom of walking about here. The apartment was a nice little place that he had come to class as another home, but he couldn't venture far. David liked to wander, oddly enough he had discovered this only by declining going home with Alma one night, she looked thoughtful but then smiled and had cheerily said: "If that's what you want!" And that's how the first real month of David's life went.

Splitting time and living between Weyland and the apartment, learning and being taught different things; he'd finally grasped sarcasm thanks to Alma, and he'd grown to realise that Meredith's hatred was never ending, and that Peter Weyland evidently expected him to come work closer to him when he deemed it suitable, and that when things got troubling that David often found himself having a movie night with popcorn and Alma nodding off after really trying to stay awake. 

He liked those moments. He had watched her one time as she curled up in the corner of the sofa, nestled by the cushions all wrapped up in a blanket. He couldn't leave her there so he'd easily picked her up and put her to bed. She'd woken up the next day all confused until sending a thanks his way, her neck would've been seriously hurting if he left her. So, it was very hard for David to stand here and grasp onto the fact that that smiling woman who had been nothing but helpful and kind - perhaps the only one - was somewhere now in who only knew what condition. 

"How?" David slowly turned and looked to him. He heard 6 behind him move slightly as if to look over his shoulder and at the human in the room. Unlike David, 6 was just looking at him simply. David was looking at him with a mix of apprehension and annoyance; as if he was the root problem here. 

"I just told you," was the reply, he'd spoken clearly and he seriously didn't think the new model would be malfunctioning already and unable to grasp simple explanations. "While in transit she was knocked down by a speeding car. These things happen in cities all the time, reckless drivers trying to jump red lights and all that. Wrong place, wrong time." 

"Wrong place, wrong time." David looked down at the ground, "What an interesting choice of words." He looked suddenly back up to Martin, who physically jumped from the sudden movement. He was trying to fathom out how Alma didn't get perturbed by him, he was on a whole new level in comparison to the other in the rom. Something was distinctly too human. He stepped forwards and Martin did try and look totally casual, "You may leave now." David gestured a hand to the door with a smile. Martin blinked and turned and left. David watched the door shut and turned with narrowed eyes at 6. "Unfortunate." He repeated. "That is all you can surmise about this situation? Have you not got anything else? Nothing at all?" David turned fully and rounded in on 6. He just looked at him with that same impassive look. "There really is nothing to you." He frowned and walked around him, he grasped a tool from the table as he went. "Too robotic, maybe my earlier thoughts were wrong. Perhaps this one time to destroy what's already created can prove useful. If you were the best at the time, then I truly pity the people who got stuck with you. I understand more than you ever could," David said while lifting his hand up.