Chapter 92

The pure white, egg-shaped chamber was none other than the "fully automated medical pod" developed by the Weyland Corporation.

Its value was extremely precious, as the facilities equipped within it could basically cure most diseases known to humanity.

Even for external injuries, it could perform delicate suturing surgery; it was simply a perfect medical pod!

Caressing the pure white, egg-shaped chamber, Alvin made a decision.

Before leaving, he must swipe this thing; once he threw it to Norman Osborn, it could be mass-produced in minutes.

"Sir, this is the fully automated medical pod."

After David finished introducing the general operating procedure, he very tactfully took half a step back.

"Stand by in place."

Alvin took off his armor and ordered the Mark V: "Once there is any behavior attempting to threaten me, eliminate it immediately."

Then, the armor closed up again, raised the arc pulse cannon in its palm, and aimed at David on the side.

Watching Alvin lie into the medical pod, David, however, had a small ulterior motive and tentatively took half a step forward.

Boom!

A beam of arc pulse grazed past David's cheek.

The vase placed on the decorative stand was blasted into powder by the arc pulse.

Clearly, the armor was issuing a warning.

Do not have any abnormal behavior, otherwise, it would blast his head apart, just like that vase!

David decisively extinguished the last remaining little ulterior motive in his mind, and like a petrified, rigid sculpture, he quietly waited for the treatment to end.

About half an hour later.

The fully automated medical pod finished the treatment, sutured the wound for Alvin, and the ribs that had originally fractured during the fierce battle also returned to their correct positions.

Truly a good thing...

Although the Imperial biotechnology was very strong, clearly, with Alvin's identity as a lower-hive scavenger, he shouldn't think about touching it in the short term, and the value and technical content of the fully automated medical pod happened to meet the human needs of the Marvel Universe.

No rush.

This thing had a major role in the plot.

After clearing the residual bloodstains in the medical pod, deleting the treatment records, and confirming that no information would be leaked, Alvin turned his head to look at the android David waiting on the side.

"Sir, I have no malice."

David seemed to have guessed what he wanted to say and took the lead to explain his previous behavior: "I just wanted to confirm the treatment procedure of the fully automated medical pod."

Such a clumsy lie naturally could not deceive Alvin.

But he was too lazy to expose it; besides, keeping David still had great use, so he said nonchalantly: "I... don't care."

The greatest contempt is not mockery, but never caring.

Just like a humble bug would never be cared about by humans, the android David's private behavior, even if it harbored a hidden threat, would still not be cared about by a higher alien life form.

David appeared expressionless, but in reality, an unspeakable emotion surged up, like... anger.

But it concealed its expression well and asked in as calm a tone as possible: "Sir, could I ask you to... go see someone with me?"

As the prototype of the androids, David was always loyal to its creator, of course... not a human, but Peter Weyland, and even all subsequent behaviors were basically derived from this logic.

After so much foreshadowing, the main character was finally arriving!

On this trip, Alvin's biggest goal was Peter Weyland, followed by the Creators, Black Goo, and so on.

But he could not appear too eager, otherwise, it would arouse David's suspicion, so he refused somewhat coldly: "Judging from the behavior of that woman just now, I don't think contacting humans is a very good choice."

"I apologize to you for Ms. Vickers' foolish behavior, sir." David said slowly: "But please believe me, not everyone is as foolish as her, for example... my master, Peter Weyland, the true controller of this spaceship, the human who created androids and is as great as a Creator."

"Oh?"

Alvin acted as if his interest had been piqued: "Created androids, your Creator?"

"Yes."

David nodded, acknowledging this statement.

"Then..." Alvin took a step forward, standing directly in front of David, extremely close to each other, staring into its eyes, and said playfully: "How do you view your own Creator? David."

"Sorry, I cannot answer your question."

For the first time in its life, David felt a sense of panic.

It was as if... the thoughts in its heart were all exposed, nakedly presented in the eyes of the other party.

"Don't be so nervous, David."

Alvin seemed to have received a satisfactory answer, stepped back slightly, and said lightly: "I agree to your request, I am also very curious... about this 'Creator' of the androids."

David breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly turned to lead the way.

David awakened the sleeping Peter Weyland.

Then, it respectfully helped this centenarian, who founded the Weyland Corporation and invested trillions just to pursue the Creators, to sit in a chair.

Weyland was very old, and being awakened from his slumber, he appeared somewhat panting, his face full of wrinkles, his hair completely white, but his eyes were still sharp and full of wisdom.

"Hello, I... am Peter Weyland."

Weyland needed the help of a respirator to finish a sentence completely; he had already learned the whole story from David's description, including the other batch of alien life creations completely surpassing humans created by the Creators.

Of course, David concealed a part of the content.

That was the matter of how the created life viewed the Creator in its conversation with the other party.

"Are you really another type of life created by the Creators?" Although he already knew, Weyland was still somewhat incredulous; after all, the youth in front of him was too much like a human!

"Not entirely."

Alvin said lightly: "From the source, we are indeed life created by the Creators, but now... we have already surpassed them."

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

Weyland was immediately excited, coughed several times, his eyes full of longing, but he still maintained vigilance: "Since you have already surpassed the Creators, why did you appear on this planet? Is it aimed at the ruins of the Creators?"

"It is to destroy the traces of the Creators' existence."

Alvin glanced at David; this guy clearly didn't tell Weyland the whole truth, but that was fine, it saved him trouble later.

"Why?"

Weyland did not understand at all and asked in shock: "Why do you want to destroy the traces of the Creators' existence?"

"How do you think the Creators would view us, the creatures created by them?" Alvin asked back.

Weyland frowned, and with his wisdom, he quickly thought of something, looked at David meaningfully, and then said: "I guess, it is pride."

"Hahahaha..."

Alvin's laughter was filled with mockery, and looking at the confused Weyland, he revealed a smile that was not quite a smile, an expression as if looking at a fool: "I am very much looking forward to the moment when you meet the Creators and discover the truth."

Weyland seemed unwilling to continue dwelling on this question, changed the subject, and looked at him full of expectation: "I want to know, since you have surpassed the Creators, then whether..."

The second half of the sentence was interrupted by coughing.

But Alvin seemed to have guessed the topic he wanted to ask about and stared at Weyland with great interest: "You want to ask whether we have broken through the genetic lifespan limit, right?"

"That's right, that's right!"

Weyland gripped the armrests of his wheelchair, veins popping on his excited face, his emotions too agitated, to the point that his speech was a bit slurred: "Do you... have it?"

In fact, Weyland's wish was very simple.

First, it was to find the Creators, seek the ultimate answer to life, and explore the origin of humanity.

Second, it was to prove to the Creators that he had created androids, and with such a great achievement, whether he could be granted the breaking of the human genetic lifespan limit, thereby achieving immortality!

The two did not conflict and could even be lumped together.

Weyland wanted to surpass humans and become a true 'Creator', rather than a mortal imprisoned in this cumbersome shell.

As long as this point was clear.

Even the most cunning fox could be manipulated at will.

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