David didn't annoy you like he did the rest of the crew. Didn't offput you for some reason. The other crew members of the Prometheus degraded him. Called him boy and droid. Ordered him to make them drinks and do their work. Treated him like he was no more than a machine.

And he let them think that. But you knew better. You saw the malfunctions, the bypassing of his codes. The flicker of emotion on his handsome face, the tensing of his back when someone would refer to him distastefully, the judgement in his eyes, the flush of his cheeks. And you had a feeling he knew, you knew.

You were always kind to him, Respectful. You simply called him David, had polite conversations with him, never made him clean up after you or make you drinks...you two even watched a movie together one time. You knew he was a lot more human than he let on.

He gave you these little signs. Let you see the hints of something human beneath his android persona he was built to have. He wanted you to see. Wanted you to know.

Right now you were sitting in the lounge quietly watching David talk to Charlie on of the other scientists on board. "Well, if your thesis is correct, maybe." David says his tone cool and event, sophesitcated as ever with his accent. "If its correct?" Charlie says with a frown. David shoots you a quick smile. "That is why they call it a thesis..."