Appetence

Archive Log: 09

Despite being expected to be called in, David in actuality was left alone. There was however a change of clothes for him, neatly folded and awaiting outside on the floor. A pair of simple canvas shoes were sitting near to the beige pile too. He couldn't help it, he frowned. He had picked the items of clothing up and looked them over with a scrutinising eye. They were so...mundane. Not that the clothes Minerva gave him were exciting, but this was all one colour and so bland.

Having no other clothes, he changed, he looked in the mirror present in the bathroom and couldn't help but smooth the shirt down with a frown; it was a uniform, that much was evident. David supposed this was an attempt to make a statement, yes, he had freedom to wear his, or borrowed clothes for a day, but it wouldn't last. Every other David model wore a similar outfit, so why would he be an exception?

He exited the room with a disdainful expression, he had expected to be eventually introduced to this, this way of the company and mentality of people, but he hadn't expected it so soon. He knew, of course he did, that Weyland would push the servant thing on him. As for the time being, David had been left to grasp a hold of life, and what it meant to be awake, alive and conscious. Clearly, not any more. With being given a uniform, it was evident enough that that time of relative freedom had come to an end.

David wouldn't be allowed to free roam the house which he inhabited, he wouldn't be allowed or permitted to spend hours on end just talking to Minerva in her room; or even sitting idly playing the piano, no one else did, so he made use of it. No, with him now in a uniform, David knew full well that the time had come for him to probably be getting treated like the product that Weyland had set out to instil and eventually spread around the world; thus replacing the old David's, with new ones like him.

He shook his head, it hadn't happened yet but he already knew he wasn't going to like the feeling of being restricted. The thought of being with the man all day, it just caused David to run a hand irritably through his hair. What would he have him do? Coffee runs? Carry papers? Pull chairs out for him to sit down? David scoffed, any reason and way to make humans have an easier life, then he supposed he and synthetics like him were right there. His last thoughts were revolving bitterly around people when he turned into Minerva's room. His eyes widened as he paused, he had seen her like this before, but this was different. Her face was frozen in mild alarm, eyes widened, and hands paused in motion. She was sitting on her bed, but even that looked clumsy, like she had been shoved down.

David didn't even need to look over her shoulder to know that Weyland was there; clearly the one to have made Minerva freeze. Machinery was pulled from where it had been stored to one side in the room. Wires yet again flooding into her, as David neared, he could see her eyes track him. He looked at her sadly, she was very much aware to what was going on it seemed.

He reached out and took hold of her hands, he could feel her muscles had tightened, as if on reflex. "Off button," David's eyes slid to Weyland as he peered around the blonde girl before him. David felt himself tightening his hold on her hands as he frowned down at their creator. "You don't have one, as such. Older models do. In case something went awry, you see. Can't have an android around that is not listening, a disobeying product isn't good for business, nor is it good for the people around it." Weyland explained while pushing her hair to the side, his other hand held a slim probe like item, he tapped her shoulder, right near the junction of her neck. "Enough pressure here and it causes an automatic freeze up."

"She's awake still, and can feel what you are doing?"

"A concept, remember, David?" Weyland sounded almost bad tempered over having to remind him of this little nugget of information.

David frowned even more as he watched the grey haired man return to whatever it was he was doing. He fixed his eyes on Minerva, her eyes were definitely watering, which meant she definitely had more of a concept of what was happening than what Weyland presumed. It was saddening, to David, he felt saddened knowing full well that if she didn't live up to some expectation in the inventor's head, then he would just take her apart and fix that problem.