Human After All

Archive Log: 06

The next few months lulled into a state of boredom and unfulfilling tasks. Alma honestly hadn't been this bored for...well, she couldn't even remember. She was with a team working like she predicted, David was away with Weyland himself. She knew that in the end that was going to happen, there had been whispered rumours that the man wasn't in the best health and that he had a team of both humans and android looking out for him; go figure who the droid typically was. 

David wasn't void of compassion and care, far from it he had shown he could comprehend both things very well. So for him to look out for his basic father figure was a natural thing. But that didn't mean Alma didn't miss him, because she did. Admittedly any other synthetic she'd grown used to, well she had grown used to their stoic stereotypical robotic natures. Their lack of wanting to really be compliant and civil and or properly communicative was something that could be tuned out and ignored. In the end Alma didn't exactly chat with them, however as soon as David came along with all his similarities to the average human...he was missed, always questioning, always curious, always usually talking about something and she had no option but to talk and actually found enjoyment in conversing with him. He was singularly a very strange being, but he was singularly still considered a friend and one that was missed.  

They hadn't crossed paths since he left and she got reassigned. Seeing as how Weyland spent most time shut away somewhere, either in his office or back at his home with all staff possible looking after him, David was naturally with him nearly twenty-four-seven. So, naturally it was really confusing one day when Alma found herself suddenly confronted with Meredith Vickers. She really presumed that considering her father was unwell and or possibly dying that she would be with him. 

Alma had to catch herself though. She had to remember that there wasn't exactly civil ground between father and daughter. Simply put: there was something about the blonde haired woman that displeased the aged man. It wasn't Alma's place to dwell exactly on these details but she did still find it weird that she was asking for her. 

Entering a smaller office space which was clearly belonging to the blonde, Alma stood in front of the desk and watched as she quickly typed something before mechanically looking to her. She looked blankly at her and Alma just smiled awkwardly. "You asked for me?" Seeing as how a minute of silence had passed, Alma guessed she better do the first move. 

Even then Meredith just continued to stare at her with her hands folded on the desk in front of herself. "Yes," that was it for a moment and Alma sat down when a hand was waved at the chair in front of the desk. "A research group is being established." Meredith said almost dryly sounding truly begrudging of this. 

Alma shifted and leaned back in the chair. "Research for what?"

"At the moment you don't need to know." Meredith said in the same monotone voice. 

Alma raised her eyebrows questionably. "Well I can't agree with something that's a mystery to me." No detail no deal really. Alma liked to know what she was getting into. 

There was a heavy sigh, "Listen, truth be told it's going to be possibly dangerous and lengthy. As far as I know there's possibly only one other tech person on board other than the obvious."

"And the obvious is..." Alma asked while rolling her hands to emphasis that she had no clue. 

"The AI on the ship and David." She seemed rather pained to state the latter of the two. Alma however sat up a little straighter and frowned. But she couldn't help the curious look which did fleetingly make its way across her face. Meredith smirked, "That got your attention. I did think if there was any way to get you on board, it was by mentioning your little pet project."