Prometheus

Enjoy the revealing conversation between Elizabeth and David from the end of Prometheus:

She (Elizabeth Shaw) found David with surprising ease. Right as she entered the ruins, she found herself in the center of the ship’s bridge. David had been thrown into the corner of the room, his head and body separated. The ship had been overturned, he lay where the floor once was with his two parts connected only by three slender cords.

“I guess he didn’t break you after all.” Elizabeth remarked, with a mixture of surprise and admiration.

“Perhaps I should consider myself lucky.” The head suggested.

When the ship crash-landed, the collision was strong enough to penetrate the ground beneath it. Everything from the bridge to the alcove had been flipped and tossed about. In fact, Weyland and Ford’s bodies had been thrown into the hallway. Yet even with such a strong impact, those three cords managed to remain.

“Can you please reconnect me? Simply connecting the green cord will do. I can do the rest on my own.” Elizabeth figured that must have meant that the green cord extending from his head to his torso, was what controlled his AI and motor skills.

“Before I do that, I need you to answer something.”  Elizabeth gave a firm request. Her blue eyes fixated on the cords.

“What might that be?”

“Were you the reason Charlie died?”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Both you and Weyland knew that Charlie’s sickness wasn’t airborne. How did you know that? It was because you mixed that black liquid into his drink when you two were drinking together, wasn’t it?” Elizabeth had only just realized it. David used Charlie as a human lab-rat in order to satiate Weyland’s lust for a longer life. That had to be why David was reporting back to him.

“I cannot answer that.”

“Why?”

“I have been ordered by Mister Weyland to keep that incident in utmost secrecy.”

“Weyland is dead. You’re free to do what you want.” David fell silent at Elizabeth’s words. “Besides, Weyland said it himself. You should choose your words based on your own judgement.” After a brief lull in the conversation, David spoke in a voice devoid of emotion.

“I mixed that black liquid into Professor Holloway’s whiskey.”

Elizabeth exhaled, hopelessness evident in her breath. She reached into the pocket of her spacesuit, retrieving her knife. She then pressed the blade against the three cords connecting David’s body.

“What do you plan to do?” David questioned in the same emotionless voice as always.

“…There’s no way you could possibly understand what I’m feeling right now.” Elizabeth’s grip on the knife tightened. With one small push, she could easily cut the cords.

“Should you cut those cords, I will lose all of my functions. You cannot pilot the engineers’ ship. You will be stranded here with no hope of returning to Earth.”

“I don’t care.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I’m human.”

“Though I may be an android, I am fully capable of understanding why you feel you must kill me.” The apathetic tone in his voice was infuriating to her. With her grip tightening around the handle of her knife, she cut one of the cords.

“…It is… Because you… loved… Professor… Holloway…” David’s speech became distorted.

She must have damaged his speech processing. It felt fantastic. If she kept going, he would lose all functionality and become nothing more than a shell. He could die for all she cared.

“…Please… For… give… me…” David’s voice quivered, as if he were hazarding to guess what it felt like when a human being loses a loved one.

“…I’m not going to.” Elizabeth responded with a shaky voice and removed the knife from the remaining two cords. It wasn’t the android itself that she couldn’t forgive. It was the people who created him. “Instead, I’m going to make sure you never get back to Earth.”

“…But… You cann…ot… make it… home… alo…ne…”

“I’m not going home. I want to go to the Engineers’ planet. You can take me there, can’t you?” Elizabeth stood, and gazed at the ceiling. The floor where they once stood now showed a map of galaxies and stars she’d never known. It was the same universe she’d always dreamt of exploring as a child.

“I can… but… why…?”

“I want to know why they created us, only to try and destroy us. That’s all.” Elizabeth had no intentions of returning to Earth. She was responsible for the deaths of the entire crew of the Prometheus. In order to protect all of mankind, she had to be willing to die as well. Mankind continued to create robots with no concept of emotion. She couldn’t allow them to make the same mistakes as the Engineers.

“…I know… why… they cre… ated you…”

“Why is that?” When she looked back to David, he had an expression she’d never seen before. He was smiling.

“…Perhaps… it was… simply… because they could.” David expression softened as he spoke.

“You might be right.” Elizabeth chuckled quietly. For some reason, she felt whole once more, as she recalled the smile of the man she loved.

Translated by @420justlikebart