Peter Weyland was your father. You two weren't exactly close...He was distant, usually inventing, or in the lab or searching for a way to prolonge his life. And you were the youngest of his children. Not as brutal or ingenuitive as your older sister Meredith.

Suffice to say, your father didn't really know you. So birthdays were always a trick. You never quite knew what his idea of a gift would be. This year he was a board a ship doing some kind of check with Meredith, readying for a voyage, so your present was mailed in.

You're surprised when it comes in and you've seemingly been mailed a man...He's there absolutely handsome, sharp features, bright blond hair, tall and muscular. But you've seen enough of your father's work to know what he is. You see the tubes of white oil connecting to the uncharged android and you see the iconic W of the Weyland brand stamped onto the synthetic's finger instead of a finger print.

Not know what else to do with your birthday present you charge him up and plug his memory card in.

After a few hours of charging up he powers on, beautiful sky blue eyes opening as he turns on. He looks around confused as to where he is before his gaze lands on you and he smiles fondly. It's a loving smile...like a man seeing his partner or a very close friend. "Ah, hello..." He says, his voice a proper British accent, smooth and warm. "I'm David 8...I'm to be your companion...Happy Birthday, Miss."