Was She Always This Brave?

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David astutely picked up on the key words in the descriptions of extraterrestrial life.

It seemed to have a guess, and eager to confirm that idea, it asked, "How exactly do you view the 'Creator' who created us?"

So, how do you view "human beings"?

Instead of answering its question directly, Alvin asked a seemingly unrelated question that actually struck a chord with the user.

As expected, David fell into a long silence, seemingly pondering the answer to the question.

As Bioroid created by humans, they are essentially the same as and equivalent to "humans" created by the "Creator" on some level.

If humans can be created, then what distinguishes Bioroid, which are also created, from "humans"?

Judging solely from their species characteristics, Bioroid possess physiques that do not age and far greater learning abilities, seemingly making them perfect creations.

But if it's a perfect creation, why is it considered a "tool"?

David is searching for an answer.

How does the Creator view the species they created?

And why did the Creator create that species?

In other words...

David is trying to find the ultimate answer to life!

But from the answers of extraterrestrial life, it seems to have found a different perspective: how should a created species view the "creator" who created them?

"From a biological perspective, I was created by humans."

David carefully chose his words and slowly said, "But on a broader scale, I am the superior species."

When facing more advanced extraterrestrial life, allow it to open its heart, without reservation, and frankly express its views.

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

Alvin actually knew David's thoughts very well, so he kept them a secret.

"Yes."

David's answer was straightforward and made no attempt to conceal anything.

Although it can mimic human speech and thought processes, it does not endorse meaningless linguistic traps or thought patterns in the face of extraterrestrial life forms that are clearly superior to humans.

"The Creator doesn't rejoice when a species he creates surpasses him." Alvin deliberately followed David's train of thought, digging into its deepest meaning, and said in a subtle way, "Just as we don't thank the Creator."

"I don't understand, sir."

A flicker of emotion crossed David's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and asked in a questioning tone, "Why don't you thank the Creator?"

"You've already been to that ruin, haven't you?"

Alvin deliberately changed the subject, asking about the ruins instead.

"Yes, sir, we have conducted a preliminary exploration of the ruins." David nodded, seemingly somewhat regretful. "But unfortunately, due to the silica electrostatic Stormfront, our exploration was forced to stop, and we didn't delve much deeper. Our understanding of the 'Creator' is still limited."

"You should be thankful that you don't know much about the 'Creator'."

Alvin gave him a mocking look and said indifferently, "Otherwise, you would be just like us, the so-called 'Creator' is far less great than you imagine."

David frowned, pondering the meaning of those words.

"Excuse my bluntness, sir." It looked at Alvin with a puzzled expression, seeking an answer, "Since you do not worship a 'Creator,' why have you come to this planet?"

"I thought you'd already figured out such a simple truth."

Alvin flashed a chilling smile, revealing his pearly white teeth. "Of course, it's to erase all traces of the Creator's existence, and even this race."

The alien life form's terrifying statement was like the Rock that had fallen into a calm lake.

Deep within David's heart, a storm was brewing.

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

But the underlying logic limited David from exploring further, so after organizing his thoughts, he respectfully asked, "Thank you for answering my question. How can I help you, sir?"

"Since your spaceship can travel in space, it should have a medical bay, right?"

Alvin said slowly and deliberately, "Before crash-landing on this planet, I participated in a mission, so I need medical treatment."

Could one of these tasks be related to the "Creator"?

David hesitated for a long time before finally not asking, but constrained by emotions and underlying logic, he could only say vaguely, "On the Prometheus, there is only one place with a medical cabin that meets your requirements, but..."

"Take me."

Alvin said calmly.

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

David's underlying logic is loyalty to his creator, Peter Weyland.

At least for now, it has no intention of going against the "creator" who created it.

Although Prometheus was equipped with medical facilities, they were clearly insufficient to meet the needs of an alien life form.

The only "fully automated medical pod" that meets the criteria is the secret escape pod where Vicks resides on the entire Prometheus.

But here's the problem: inside the escape pod was Peter Weyland, the founder of the Weyland Corporation, secretly hiding inside the spaceship.

You seem to have misunderstood me.

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

"I understand, sir."

David dared not gamble on whether the other side had the capability to slaughter all the humans on the spaceship.

But clearly, a zero-sum game is not the situation it hopes to see.

The underlying logic compels David to protect Weyland's life, and to do so, he has no choice but to comply with Weyland's demands.

Thus, under the guidance of the "mole" David, Alvin entered Vicks' secret escape pod without any trouble.

"David?"

Upon seeing the uninvited guest who had suddenly barged in, Vicks, who had just finished showering, was shocked. "Who is he? Who let you in? Get out!"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Vicks."

David lowered his head apologetically and explained, "But I have my reasons for doing this; otherwise, everyone on the spaceship, including you and Mr. Weyland, would be in mortal danger."

"Are you crazy, David!" Vicks was furious, as if to assert her authority, she grabbed the gun on the table and pointed it at Alvin: "Listen, I don't care where you came from, you bastard, get out of my room now, right now!"

"Ms. Vicks, please lay down your weapons!"

David was shocked and couldn't even understand Vicks's thought process, but he knew very well what would happen if a higher alien life form had a weapon pointed at it.

"He is not human, but an extraterrestrial life form. Your actions may have unforeseen consequences!"

Despite David's best efforts to explain, Vicks simply wouldn't believe him.

What nonsense about extraterrestrial life! It's clearly a human!

Vicks's face was grim; the sudden intrusion had put her in a terrible mood. "Fine, since you're not leaving, then don't blame me."

Bang!

Vicks fired.

A bullet flew out, its target clearly an "alien life form".

However, the bullet remained suspended in mid-air, as if blocked by an invisible aura.

Alvin sneered and slapped her across the face.

Snap!

The resounding slap echoed inside the cabin.

Vicks was slapped so hard she flew through the air, crashing into the wall before her head lolled to the side and she passed out.

Alvin turned around in surprise, looked at the speechless David, and asked the profound question, "Has she always been this brave?"

David remained silent for a few seconds, staring at Vicks, who had been thrown against the wall and was unconscious. He was speechless for a moment.

After a long pause, with a look of disdain, he said earnestly, "No, she's always been foolish, sir."