[ when something is built to outlast, to outlive, filling time becomes less of an obligation and more of an inclination-- limitations connotate a need, a desperation to find some sort of meaning to fill in the spaces between the void of nonexistence. this is something that david still doesn't understand about humans, their fervent search for something that will never practically benefit them in their limited lifespans ("they abandoned us, and i want to know why" --for what reason?) which might be the reason why people tell him that weyland was successful in stripping him of any real humanity. he suspects that they might be right, but david still considers himself, in that complicated system of falsified ego that he was given against his so-called nonexistent will, limitless, despite his lack of a soul.

by his own definitions, of course.

for david, 4 years on the prometheus with the crew in cryostasis is the equivalent of any 4 years in his given lifespan. he understands relativity, but doesn't experience it.

he also understands this discrepancy, which is the worst part.

but, well. sam always manages to make things a little less complicated, even though everything about the man is a mess of things that david can't quite put his fingers on. that's what makes sam indisputably a human to david. ]

Certainly. Making machinery that takes up extraneous space is something that went out of vogue many years ago.

[ self-deprecation? no. david curls his lips into a perfect half-smile. ]

As for you, Sam, no doubt your weight issues are the envy of many.