Appetence

Archive Log: 13

Sitting cross legged in front of the large window, Minerva turned the page slowly. She was attempting to read this thesis, it was...confusing to say the least. She understood the general premise of it, genuinely, it could've made more sense without all the fancy long words which sounded smart. But, she guessed that would loose the dramatic effect of it, as a body of work it said the right things, and needed the drama of smart, scientific words.

Hearing a sudden clatter, she snapped her head up. Honestly, she had just got to a part which basically tried to outline the fact that humans, and the race of humanity, must've been made and taught civilisation and yada-yada. The sudden noise was a welcome respite, though when she stood and placed the thesis down on the pillows she was cosying onto, she quickly and quietly padded out of the room.

Turning in the corridor she looked up at the spotlights which shone down on her as she made her way down it. The white walls were lined with minimal art, small and rather insignificant to her really. She didn't even glance at them as she passed, the confused frown on her face just grew more as she realised the path she was walking down, was leading straight to the work room which was here. More often than not, Weyland stayed in there and very rarely ventured out into the rest of the house. The house was massive, and spacious, especially so for two synthetics to rattle around in. Although, in all honesty, most times David was with Weyland then herself. She was surprised actually she hadn't seen the synthetic in passing, unless he was already in there. But then...surely there'd be talking? She heard nothing.

She knocked on the door and got nothing. Pushing it open, she hesitantly peeked her head around. "Father?" She called out uncertainly, she looked around before looking down. "Father!" Minerva's voice hitched and grew in volume as she rushed into the room. The man in question was laying in a heap on the floor. He had clearly tumbled, or fallen somehow; pieces of paper and the tablet which was in his hand was now scattered all around him. Minerva pushed the stuff to the side to cradle his head and check him over. "David?!" She shouted, and flicked her gaze quickly to the door before looking back down when she heard a mumble. "What happened?" She asked worriedly as she saw Weyland's eyes open, he blinked and looked up at her. "How did you fall?"

"Sir?" David's polite voice sounded from behind her, she looked worriedly at him. He sighed and seemed completely casual on the matter. "Up and at them, sir." David said with a small smile as he nudged Minerva carefully out of the way. She stood back and watched as David easily helped the man up after checking him over. The two conversed quietly to themselves, below their breaths. She couldn't hear what they were saying, clearly she wasn't meant to be involved. This if anything annoyed her, she side stepped when David helped Weyland up and the two just walked out of the room, leaving her behind.

Minerva couldn't help but feel completely cut out and on the outside. She looked down and picked up the papers which were dropped. She knew Weyland wouldn't be pleased if the room was left in slight disarray. Turning the tablet over, she stood and looked at the screen. It wasn't smashed or cracked, amazingly enough. She hummed quietly and skimmed through the things he was looking over.

"Tut, tut, sneaky, looking at private documents. Some may say, that you are snooping." David stood in the doorway looking at her with an amused expression, especially when she jumped.

"What's wrong with him?" Minerva lowered the tablet, she ignored everything David just said and changed the topic. It was something she knew irked him, his amused expression disappeared, he looked borderline bored now, eyes rolled and he sighed and walked into the room. Minerva placed the tablet down and met David halfway.

"Old age. It gets to us all." David said, though he rolled a hand between them, "Not all."

"He's unwell?"