Moon LV-223
Zeta II Reticuli System
December 2093

In the aftermath of the recently reawakened Engineer's wrath, nothing remained alive in the dim and control room of his starship. In various parts of the control room, the bodies of three Prometheus passengers lay where the Engineer brutally beat them. They included Dr. Ford and Weyland's last surviving mercenary. After tearing off David's head, the Engineer killed Weyland himself by hitting him with it.

Depending on one's perspective of David, however, two objects gave the room some semblance of life. They included his head and body, the latter laying supine on the floor just meters away from the former, its arms and legs moving with no apparent purpose.

While David pondered the practicalities of trying to continue the mission without the rest of his body, he also felt what he assessed as regret over what had transpired in the control room of the Engineers' ship. Nonetheless, he believed that his father had achieved more than most humans could dare to dream. Amassing the kind of financial security that could sustain a large nation, fulfilling many personal visions, traveling to a world never visited by his kind before, and (as had become more common) living past the century mark. For Weyland, the only thing that remained elusive was immortality. David wondered to himself: Was that the "nothing" Father referred to in his final moments?

Considering his current predicament, David mused on the disagreement he had with his father over Strauss' Salome. More specifically, the concept of "poetic justice" kept looping through his memory. He knew that his notion came suspiciously close to superstition, which his designers had not programmed into his highly logical system. And yet, it also made perfect sense to him. After all, given his understanding that the opera addressed the taboo theme of necrophilia with the severed head of a holy man, he found the music incongruously pleasing in its balance of complex orchestration and melodiousness. And now, David's own head had been separated from his body, and used by the Engineer to kill Weyland. Had he perhaps enjoyed Salome too much? Was the price of David's enjoyment his mobility, as well as the life of the man who had given him life… even though this same man warned him against the opera with the severed head?

The temptation to contemplate such questions remained strong for David. How one could juxtapose horror and beauty so compellingly within the same creation. Whether or not justice could be meted out by an unseen entity, whether in the form of a concept like karma, or of an anthropomorphic divine creator. Like the one in whom Dr. Elizabeth Shaw believed, even with her own conditioning to think rationally.

Upon remembering Dr. Shaw, David began to think about her discovery of the cave painting back on Earth, and how it brought them to this new world with its many unfamiliar terrors and wonders. While he reflected on the way in which variations of the former had overtaken the dwindling crew of the Prometheus,David found it more compelling to focus on the latter… "pleasure" as it might be known to his remaining flesh and blood comrades, wherever they might be. The time he spent alone prior to reviving everyone onboard the Prometheus, where he learned new things and found enjoyment in the texts, sights, and sounds that humans had created to share with others. His discovery of the Engineers' gossamer star map, its brilliant blue hues and peaceful stellar movements illuminating the same room where chaos and death had just recently visited. The connection he had made with Dr. Shaw during her stasis, which compelled him to continue visiting her dreams during the voyage to this world.

The deep bond David had developed with Dr. Shaw made him hope for her well-being. Despite his role in bringing death to the man with whom she engaged in coitus, and in her becoming pregnant with an unwanted offspring whose physiology differed radically from hers, David hoped that he could somehow get in contact with Dr. Shaw. That he might see her again, despite the fact that he could sense the ship's rumbling as it ascended the moon's atmosphere. Perhaps Dr. Shaw had been able to return to the Prometheus, which would somehow be able to catch up with the ship and dock with it. Perhaps the crew would board the ship, destroy the ampoules, and collect David's head and body for repairs. And then they could continue the journey to learn about the creators of his creators, and perhaps even why they would want to destroy the very creatures they had created.

Allein was tut's? David recalled from near the end of the profane Strauss opera. What mattered? What mattered if that did not happen? Dr. Shaw's mission of discovery had become one for David as well. He had learned about another world, along with more of the idiosyncrasies and contradictions of human behaviour that could emerge unpredictably in distressing situations. Was it, perhaps, how they somehow managed to persist, even as the odds of success became increasingly slim? Was it something that, at some point, David himself might need to develop if his heretofore unwavering patience began to…

A massive thud, followed by a sustained quaking that lasted several seconds, interrupted David's thoughts. His head and body, along with the remains of Ford, Jackson, and Weyland, moved involuntarily around the control room.

When it ended, David could no longer hear the engine of the ship.

Amidst the quiet, David could sense the ship's rapid descent as it returned to the surface of the LV-223.