[ it's a little remarkable to david that sam humors him at all-- the scientists on board the prometheus were all varying degrees of patronizing, except for the one exception of dr. shaw who managed to baffle him with her tenacity towards an intangible that he couldn't understand. he's cultivated the opinion that humans are hypocritical, selfish things (because why else would they create something with an identity, however false, and then keep on denying them what they've been given? it fails to make logical sense), and that he has the capacity to know better, but in the end, even that knowledge does very little.

the point of it all is nebulous, and it brings david back to a charming smile and a man burning his own fingertips: 'the trick is not minding that it hurts'. lawrence of arabia. if words could resonate in his hollow, android core, david would think that peter o'toole has gotten the closest to finding out if androids can dream.

the trick is not minding that it hurts, but david knows that for humans, hurt is a fundamental component. he identifies it in sam when he asks the question, and when sam is stuck on a response. ]

Just curious.

[ his own retort is calm, even. ]

I suppose I wanted to know if our times ever overlapped. Not a very good reason to ask such a personal question.