[David's comm clicks on and shows a badly illuminated cave wall from what appears to be the cave floor for a few seconds before static-ing out. A second or two later, it fades back in, wobbles again, and then seems to decide that yes, it does want to work, apparently.

Unfortunately, the audio's still shot, and it's not helped by the fact that David's voice sounds a little... tinnier than usual?

Or maybe it's just the comm.

(Spoiler alert: it's not.)

In any case, he's not in the frame at all, although there's a faint shadow on the wall that seems to be his arm, or an arm anyway, twitching with a sort of mechanical confusion.]

-- alone on this planet. The natives-- [The video goes black and white, and then flickers out again, but comes back on a beat or two later.] kindly to strangers. Tread wi-- caution.

[They'd descended on him, when they'd seen what he looked like, and once again mastery of every spoken language in human history going back to their creators meant less than nothing. He's irritated more than anything, because being decapitated and still awake isn't really the ideal situation to be, no matter what your other circumstances.]

Mi-- if you could---- be appreciated.

[The signal holds on for long enough for everyone to get a good peek at the shadow of that miserably flailing arm before it finally just warps and cuts out entirely.]

[Spam for Babs]

[Which leaves him with the unfortunate reality of his situation: immobile, alone, and with more or less no distinguishing features to guide anyone to his location. He'd been doing his best to map the cave system while searching for the others from the Barge (what few people he cares about, anyway), but it's large enough that he doubts descriptions or maps of whatever formations he's cataloged would do him much good.

So he's stuck here, with lubricant and oil dripping from his mouth - it's milky white and frankly pretty gross looking, you've probably seen him drinking glasses of it in the dining hall under the pretext of being "normal" - and more or less completely at the mercy of whoever finds him first. Without being able to control his body more than the minimal movement he's managing right now - it's like a turtle on its back - he's stuck here until someone decides to drag him along.

Or put him out of his misery, however temporarily.]

Good evening.

[David smiles politely at the camera, and it looks eerier than he intends it to be. The screen casts strange shadows on his face, as it's the only light available on the lower decks, and so he looks a little like a kid telling a ghost story in the dark with a flashlight to show their face.]

The lower decks are still experiencing a complete power outage, which I have been unable to repair. [He doesn't sound bothered by this, but he does feel badly about it. He's supposed to be capable of more than this, he's supposed to help. He can't exactly do that when no one understands how this place even works.]

If anyone requires anything from their cabin, or any of the other rooms located on levels six through eight, I will do my best to retrieve them.

I will continue to keep you all informed of any discoveries I make in the course of my investigation.

[He's been down here for a while already, and he is planning on coming back up, but for the time being, it's almost pleasant, to be away from the chaos of the rest of the Barge.

Sometimes it's advantageous to not technically being alive.]

[David looks pretty much the same as he always does, standing in his room with the video feed turned on. There's no physical difference, and sometimes, it seems like there isn't much mental or emotional difference, either, but he knows how much he's changed. He's much more... content now, and he knows if given a second chance, he would do things much differently.]

I thought it prudent to announce that I've graduated. Erik has offered me a place in his world, once I'm ready to leave the Barge. [And it's an offer he's definitely planning on taking him up on once he is ready to leave.]

But for the time being, [He does have one thing he'd been willing to stay here for.] I've chosen to stay.

I'm very much looking forward to working with all of you.

[He smiles, and it's definitely still more than a little smug - some things probably won't ever chance - but it's a little softer. Less like he might steal your kidney.]

And I don't think I ever properly thanked you for your gift, Chris. It's quite... something.

[Private to the Admiral]

I would like a key to both the Infirmary and the Laboratory, please.

[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.