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[secretasshole]

[When David found himself once more on the deck of the Prometheus, for a moment, he honestly didn't know what to make of it. Robots did not hallucinate, and there was no logical explanation as to why he'd be standing on deck in his gray uniform as if he hadn't just had his head ripped off, which he very distinctly remembered. A diagnostic scan didn't reveal any abnormalities in his system's memory, which really only deepened the mystery.

There was also no reason why the ship would be back in space, and the expanse he found himself looking out on didn't seem familiar at all. Further investigation revealed there was no sign of the rest of the crew, the cryo deck door sliding open onto an unfamiliar hallway, and the vehicles, flamethrowers, and any other tools the security team had brought along were gone, too. Strange.

He wandered back up to the bridge eventually. The controls and computer screens were gone as well, leaving behind their kiosks and seats, but nothing to actually move the ship through space. Sitting on one of the kiosks was a device he didn't recognize, and he picked it up, wanting to know what it was.

About fifteen minutes later, and he's already got it figured out, and has been skimming the network for information. By the time the feed clicks on, David's read up on where and why he's here, and has seated himself on the couch in Ms. Vicker's suite. The room is silver and white, sleek, brightly lit and definitely looks like a space ship, despite the wall of books just visible over David's shoulder. His expression is almost, but not quite, blank. There's some curiosity and maybe even slight confusion there, but his protocols are insisting he be polite and find out crucial information first, before asking the thousands of questions he was already formulating.]

Hello. My name is David. It is my understanding that this vessel is called the Barge, run by "the Admiral", and that as I did not come here willingly, I have been brought here as an inmate. There is no indication that I'm currently assigned to a warden, but if that is an oversight on my part, I apologize. [He is not, however, currently interested in talking to said warden, if he has been assigned. :V]

Any further information on my current situation would be appreciated.

[He seems extremely unruffled by the whole thing, honestly.] Until then, I have been programmed to assist on board a space worthy vessel in any way my human counterparts might find use for me. If there are any departments in need of an extra pair of hands- [And he smiles, just slightly.] I would be happy to help.

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[looksfine]

Hello, David. [Inmate or Warden, you still get a pleasant smile in greeting.] Your information, as I understand it, is accurate. Many Inmates are not immediately assigned, perhaps so that the necessary time for appropriate assessments can be allotted.

However, if there are any specific questions you may have, I would be happy to answer them to the best of my ability.

[secretasshole]

What is considered to be the necessary amount of time for appropriate assessment to be completed?

[looksfine]

Unfortunately, there is no determined average time.

I was assigned approximately one month and sixteen days past my arrival. Some have taken significant longer, while I have recently encountered individuals who were assigned almost immediately.

[secretasshole]

I understand. I imagine each inmate's needs are quite different.

[wecanavenge]

[WHAT.

THE.

ACTUAL.

FUCK.

...

No seriously Erik is just. Going to stare for a loooong few minutes before turning on his feed.]

What are you?

[secretasshole]

[David's expression doesn't change much, but you are totally being stared back at a tiny bit, mostly because of the helmet and the accent. He knows there are other David 8's out there, but they usually aren't unique, plus they'd know what he was, so there's that, too.]

I am an android designed by Weyland Industries to preform whatever tasks my human counterparts might assign me. What are you?

[wecanavenge]

[This is horrifying, why are people making robots that look like him :\ BLOND HIM. SERIOUSLY WHAT NAZI PROPAGANDA IS THIS :\]

Homo superior. [It just sounds so much better than 'hello, I'm a mutant (and proud)'] Are you the only...android with that - design? [SERIOUSLY DISTURBING OKAY]

[technophilic]

You may be interested to know about floods and other similar events that take place here on a regular basis. Have you been told about them? [ She has statistics, David. Statistics. ]

[secretasshole]

I haven't, no.

[technophilic]

They occur regularly, two each month with a significance of 0.5. Effects can be either physical or mental or a combination of the two. Specific changes that occur are variable.

[truth_is_cold]

[Oh this is.... very strange.

Huh.]

My name is Gaheris Rhade and you seem to be very accommodating.

[You're insane in some way, aren't you? You're going to do horrible things to us in the night. Why do you look like Erik?]

[secretasshole]

[Pssssh don't be so paranoid, Rhade. :3]

My primary purpose is to assist my human coworkers. If I was not accommodating, I could not operate as well as I do.

[truth_is_cold]

[Never not paranoid. You're all possibly out to get him. You just slightly more.]

Primary purpose? Constructed or genetically engineered?

[Potential for sympathy but also hardassery. It's hard to gauge.]

[strangehistorian]

Hello, David! Welcome to the Barge! My name is Chromie, I'm the librarian here!

[secretasshole]

Pleasure to meet you. Where is the library?

[strangehistorian]

It's the westernmost hallway on the fifth floor!

[private]

[je_suis_avec_toi]

Programmed? [The 18th century didn't have a lot of androids around.]

Are you one of those artificial people Count Dracula mentioned?

[private]

[secretasshole]

As Count Dracula is a fictional character whom I'm not personally acquainted with, I can't say for certain what he was referring to when you spoke with him. That being said, I am a robot, not an organic being.

[private]

[je_suis_avec_toi]

Fictional? I doubt it's the same person. He was quite real.

A robot. How are you alive?

[lesliemonster]

Welcome to the barge, David. My name is Leslie Knope. I'm not your warden, but I'd be happy to help answer any questions that you might have.

[secretasshole]

Thank you, Miss Knope. Are you presently assigned to an inmate?

[lesliemonster]

I am, though it took a few months. Have you been assigned to someone yet?

[burnmythoughts]

[Jean just has to stare for a moment. He doesn't look exactly like Erik, of course, but - ]

Um. I'm sure they'll be glad for the help.

You - were on a ship, like this?

[Programming can only mean he's an android, right? She's not - there's a tangle of emotions she doesn't really know what to do with, and she just keeps remembering Aaron's face being torn away.]

[secretasshole]

[David doesn't seem particularly bothered by the staring and just answers the question mildly.]

Not quite like this, no.

[burnmythoughts]

What was it like?