Chapter 91: Is she always this brave?

"Also?"

David keenly captured the key term in the alien lifeform's description.

It seemed to have a guess, and in order to verify that thought, it asked impatiently: "How exactly do you view the 'Creators' who created us?"

"Then, how do you view 'humans'?"

Alvin did not answer its question directly, but instead asked a question that seemed irrelevant but actually struck at the heart.

Sure enough, David fell into a long silence, seemingly pondering the answer to this question.

As an android created by humans, its essence was the same and equivalent on a certain level to the "humans" created by the "Creators."

Since humans could be created, then what difference was there between androids, who were also created, and "humans"?

Just from the perspective of species performance, androids had bodies that did not age and more powerful learning abilities; they seemed to be perfect creations.

Yet, since they were perfect creations, why were they viewed as "tools"?

David was searching for an answer.

How exactly did the Creators view the species they had created?

And why did the Creators go to the trouble of creating that species?

In other words.

David was trying to explore the ultimate answer to life!

But from the alien lifeform's reply, it seemed to have found a different angle: how should the created species view the "Creators" who created them?

"From a biological perspective, humans created me."

David weighed its words very carefully, speaking slowly: "But on a broader scale, I am a superior species."

When facing a higher-level alien lifeform, it allowed it to open its heart, without needing to have reservations, and speak its true thoughts.

"So, you want to find the answer from me?"

Alvin did not answer directly, instead leaving a mystery.

"Yes."

David's answer was straightforward, without any intention of concealment.

Although it would imitate human speech and thinking patterns, in front of an alien species clearly superior to humans, it did not approve of meaningless linguistic traps or thinking modes.

"Creators will not feel joy because the species they created has surpassed them." Alvin deliberately followed David's line of thought, digging out its deepest underlying ideas, and said in a subtle way: "Just as we will not be grateful to our Creators."

"I don't understand, sir."

David's eyes flickered with light, but it was quickly suppressed, and it asked in a puzzled tone: "Why would you not be grateful to your Creators?"

"You should have already been to that ruin, right?"

Alvin deliberately diverted the topic, asking about the ruin.

"Yes, sir, we conducted a preliminary exploration of the ruin." David nodded, seemingly a bit regretful: "But unfortunately, due to the silica electrostatic storm, our exploration was interrupted, and we didn't learn much about the 'Creators'."

"You should feel fortunate that you don't know much about the 'Creators'."

Alvin revealed a mocking look, indifferent and detached: "Otherwise, you would be like us—the so-called 'Creators'... are far from as great as you imagine."

David frowned, savoring the meaning behind these words.

"Pardon my bluntness, sir." It looked at Alvin, wanting to seek an answer: "Since you do not revere the 'Creators,' why would you come to this planet?"

"Such a simple logic, I thought you had already guessed it."

Alvin revealed his white teeth, a smile that made one's hair stand on end: "Of course, it is to erase the traces of the Creators' existence, and even this entire race."

The alien lifeform's terrifying statement was like a giant rock falling into a calm lake.

Deep within David's heart, it stirred up stormy waves.

A strange emotion, like a seed buried deep in its heart, quietly began to take root and sprout.

But the underlying logic planted deep within limited it from exploring any further, so after organizing its thoughts, it asked respectfully: "Thank you for answering my question. Is there anything I can do to help you, sir?"

"Your spaceship is capable of space travel, so it should have a medical bay, right?"

Alvin said unhurriedly: "Before crash-landing on this planet, I was participating in a certain mission, so I need a medical bay for treatment."

Could that mission be related to the "Creators"?

David hesitated repeatedly, ultimately not asking it out loud, but restricted by emotion and underlying logic, it could only say in a relatively vague way: "Prometheus has only one place that meets your requirements for a medical bay, but—"

"Take me there."

Alvin said indifferently.

"Please forgive me for not being able to agree to your request, sir."

David's underlying logic was loyalty to its creator, Peter Weyland.

At least, from the current situation, it temporarily had no intention of violating the "Creator" who created it.

Prometheus was equipped with medical facilities, but obviously, they could not satisfy the needs of an alien lifeform.

And the only "fully automated medical pod" that met the conditions on the entire Prometheus was in the secret escape pod where Vickers lived.

But there was a problem: inside that escape pod was Peter Weyland, the founder of the Weyland Corporation, who was hiding on the ship.

"You seem to have misunderstood my meaning."

Alvin looked coldly at David, his tone icy and detached: "This is not a request, but an order. If you don't do as I say, I don't mind slaughtering every living thing on your entire ship."

"I understand, sir."

David dared not gamble on whether the other party had the ability to slaughter all the humans on the ship.

But obviously, a zero-sum outcome was not what it hoped to see.

The logic engraved in its foundation meant David had to protect Weyland's life; if it wanted to do that, it could only comply with the other party's demands.

Thus, led by the "mole" David, Alvin very smoothly entered Vickers' secret escape pod.

"David?"

Seeing the uninvited guest who had suddenly broken in, Vickers, who had just finished showering, was shocked: "Who is he? Who let you come in directly? Get out!"

"Apologies, Ms. Vickers."

David lowered its head apologetically, explaining: "But I have a reason I must do this, otherwise... everyone on the ship, including you and Mr. Weyland, will be in mortal danger."

"Are you crazy, David!" Vickers was furious, as if to assert her authority, she pointed the firearm on the table directly at Alvin: "Listen, I don't care what kind of bastard you are or where you popped out from; now, immediately, right now, get out of my room!"

"Ms. Vickers, please put down your weapon!"

David was shocked, even unable to understand Vickers' train of thought, but it knew very well what would happen if a high-level alien lifeform was pointed at with a weapon.

"He is not human, but an alien lifeform; your actions are very likely to trigger unknown consequences!"

Although David had tried its best to explain, Vickers simply did not believe it.

What kind of bullshit alien lifeform; it was clearly just a human!

Vickers' face was gloomy, because being suddenly broken in on had put her in a terrible mood: "Fine, since you won't leave, then don't blame me."

Bang!

Vickers fired.

A bullet flew out, aimed directly at the "alien lifeform."

However, the bullet just hung silently in mid-air, as if blocked by an invisible aura.

Alvin sneered and waved his hand.

Slap!

A loud slap echoed in the cabin.

Vickers was sent flying by the slap, hitting the wall, and then her head tilted and she fainted.

Alvin turned his head back in surprise, looking at the stunned David, and asked a soul-searching question: "Is she always this brave?"

David was silent for a few seconds, looking at Vickers, who had been sent flying and hit the wall, fainting, and was speechless for a moment.

After a while, with a look of disgust, it said earnestly: "No, she has always been very stupid, sir."