[David knows there's a flood on, and he doesn't especially care. He's always been (more or less) truthful about his thoughts and opinions, especially in his time here. People often just don't ask the right questions.

He's in his cabin, the viewscreen behind him showing a desert again, not entirely dissimilar from the one he discovered in the CES a few days ago. His robotic spider sits on the back of the couch, staring at the camera with David, who looks pretty much the way he always does: placid, maybe a little bored, with a tiny bit of a sardonic smile lifting the corners of his mouth.]

In my time on this ship, I've found myself wondering what the experience of some of my counterparts has been. It should come as no surprise that my creators did not intend to give me anything truly resembling free will, but as they discovered, [And his smile gets a little sharklike.] Intention is not everything. Did the other David 8's on Earth experience the same growing resentment towards their creator that I did? Or did Peter Weyland play more of a role than he meant to?

[The smile softens a little, in that it becomes more amused than slightly aggressive.]

Those questions are rhetorical. Please don't feel obligated to provide an answer.

It's interesting - although probably not significant - that I am the only David 8 on board.

[ooc: David is affected!]