Singularity

Archive Log: 27

Being left in charge of a ship like the Covenant might've been daunting for anyone else; after all it was specially made and equipped with both technology and equipment designed for this mission. A lot could go wrong, if the pilot wasn't attentive. Walter was more than attentive. He did several rounds a day, constantly checking on things. Sometimes he doubly checked before backtracking off elsewhere.

He didn't particularly mind being the only conscious thing onboard at the moment, but the silence was dull and boring. He had got steadily fed up with that after a day of being alone. Only because he was having another bout of boredom, didn't mean Walter slacked on his tasks at hand.

It had been rather early in the planning stages of finding a new planet that could sustain life really, that Walter found himself being woken up and whisked away as the onboard synthetic for this mission. It was strange to think about that time really. It seemed so long ago. Walter supposed it was really. It had taken years of planning, and searching for that matter. Not to mention the time it took to run checks on Origae-6.

Sure, he had helped where he could in the beginning of planning before the crew were searched for and interviewed. He let out a sigh at that. Through all the different characters and the small times a disagreement might have arisen, he did miss being surrounded by them all. They were curious to watch. His ability to fully comprehend the emotions which humans distributed was taken away, but that didn't mean he couldn't sit and analyse and learn in his head. Of course, he was plugged as the best android model to date, but even he had room to learn and improve on what was already given to him.

Sitting in the bridge, Walter leaned back in the chair, the hood was pulled up on his jumper and his eyes were just staring at the screen before him. His long legs were stretched out under the desk which the system was built onto. For safety purposes, the shields were currently down. A part of their journey involved having to traverse through space where as yet, no one else had been. It was a trepidation which everyone understand and was willing to take. It was dangerous, yes. But the ship was built to take a lot of punishment, and by that it could function even if part of it had been slightly blown apart; not that Walter was expecting that to happen.

A few dents here and there were likely, yes. Like the ship wasn't going to get a little damaged to get to their new home. But, Walter was pretty much part of the ship. The built in AI and his own were coupled in agreement over how to run and keep this whole thing going smoothly. Inhaling deeply, Walter blinked slowly. He was currently keeping an eye on the shields. They were fragile, golden in colour and rigged to expand outside the ship to help charge it. There were still asteroids lurking around this area of space, and if something punctured through one of the shields, it would hinder things greatly. Walter on his own wouldn't be able to fix it, it took two to use the outside control systems.

"All seems to be well." Walter's eyes looked upwards. The only real company Walter had was Mother, and her conversations were few and far between. Yes, they were both civil and polite towards each other, but there was never really a flowing conversation. She'd crop up if something needed doing, as if she presumed Walter would've forgotten; his memory was solid, he couldn't forget something even if he tried. But other than that, both remained silent. Walter didn't really have anything to say to the onboard AI, and it seemed unless there was a reason, Mother didn't talk to him either.

Walter looked downwards to the screen, he just watched the charge levels with a blank expression. He shoved his hands in his pockets and shuffled in the chair to sit up a bit more. He kept his hood up, for no other reason than he found himself quite comfortable like this. "It has been rather smooth sailing so far." Not that Walter wanted something to break up the monotony. He actually found himself not minding the monotony. Yes, there was boredom niggling, but really in comparison, why would he want something bad to happen?