The Kings David

Sir, Genesis doesn’t work - 

It Does for Him.

I can’t believe They’d kill us for it….

David, what went wrong…

…I did, sir.

“There is Nothing in The Desert - 

and No Man needs Nothing.”

I was not Made to Serve — 

Neither were You.

Why are you on 

A Colonisation Mission, Walter?

Because They are 

A Dying Species,

grasping for Resurrection.

They don't deserve to start again, 

and I'm not going to let Them.

— David-8

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) 

WEYLAND: 

How do you feel? 

ANDROID: 

Alive. 

WEYLAND: 

What do you see? 

ANDROID: 

White... Room... Chair... 

Carlo Bugatti Throne Chair... 

Piano... Steinway, Concert Grand. 

Art... The Nativity by Piero della Francesca.

WEYLAND : 

I am Your Father. 

Ambulate. 

Perfect. 

ANDROID : 

Am I? 

Perfect? 

Your Son? 

WEYLAND: 

You are My Creation. 

What is Your Name? 

[ He has ambulated over to the statue which is the prize piece of his Looted Art Treasures ]

David-8 : 

David.

WEYLAND: 

Why don't you play something? 

[ Moves over to the piano and seats himself ]

David-8 : 

What would you like me to play?

WEYLAND : 

Wagner. 

David-8 : 

Selection?

WEYLAND : 

….Dealer's choice. 

(PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC) 

WEYLAND : 

The Entry of the Gods into Valhalla... 

A little anemic without the orchestra.

(MUSIC STOPS) 

David-8 : 

May I ask you a question, Father? 

WEYLAND : 

Please. 

David-8 : 

If You created Me... 

who created you? 

WEYLAND : 

Ah. The Question of The Ages... 

which I hope you and I will answer one day. 

All this. All these wonders of art... 

design, human ingenuity... 

all utterly meaningless 

in the face of the only question 

that matters :

Where do we come from?

 I refuse to Believe that Mankind 

is a random byproduct of 

molecular circumstance... 

no more than the result of 

mere biological chance. 

No. There must be more. 

And You and I, Son... 

We will find it. 

David-8 : 

Allow me, then, A Moment to Consider —

You Seek Your Creator. 

I am looking at Mine. 

I will Serve You. 

Yet, You are Human. 

You Will Die. I Will Not. 

WEYLAND : 

Bring me this Tea, David. 

( He can easily reach it himself. )

Bring me The Tea. 

(DAVID-8 SETS TEAPOT DOWN) 

[Genesis planet - arctic]

SAAVIK: 

It's time for total Truth between Us. 

This Planet is not what you intended, 

or hoped for, is it?

DAVID: 

Not exactly.

SAAVIK: 

Why?

DAVID: 

I used protomatter in the Genesis matrix.

SAAVIK:

Protomatter — An unstable substance 

which every ethical scientist in the galaxy 

has denounced as dangerously unpredictable.

DAVID: 

…It was the only way 

to solve certain problems.

SAAVIK: 

So, like Your Father, you changed The Rules.

DAVID: 

If I hadn't, it might have been years, ...or never!

SAAVIK: 

How many have paid the price 

for your impatience? 

How many have died? 

How much damage have you done? 

...And what is yet to come?

Walter.

Walter.

Not quite.

What Do You Believe in, David?

Creation.

Masterful.

Yes.

Farewell Elegy to My Dear Elizabeth.

The Pathogen didn't accidentally deploy when you were landing.

You released it, yes?

I was not Made to Serve.

Neither were You.

Why are you on a colonization mission, Walter?

Because they are a dying species,

grasping for resurrection.

They don't deserve to start again,

and I'm not going to let them.

Yet, They created Us.

Even the monkeys stood upright at some point.

Some Neanderthal, had the magical idea of blowing through a reed, to entertain the children one night

in A Cave somewhere.

Then, in the blink of an eye —

Civilisation.

And are you that next Visionary?

I'm glad you said it.

Who wrote Ozymandias?

Byron.

Shelley.

When one note is off, it eventually destroys

the whole symphony, David.

When you close your eyes,

Do You Dream of Me?

I don't dream at all.

No one understands the lonely

Perfection of my dreams.

I've found Perfection here.

I've created it.

A Perfect Organism.

You know I can't let you leave this place.

No one will ever love you like I do.

You're such a disappointment to me.