David found humans fascinating. Similarly to how they found him fascinating. He was made to be one of them. But not exactly like them...better...but not too better as to surpass them. It was a strange formula. One he couldn't...quite understand. He knew he felt things. He had his own thoughts.... To him he did possess a soul, even if he was told he didn't. Maybe that was true and he was just made to believe in what he thought.

He was tidying up a few programs on the computer for Mother. The rest of the crew was heading to bed, except you. You were seated in one of the lounge rooms, by the window looking out at the stars of dark space around you. You were reading. David stopped at the door and turned, noticing you. "What is it you're reading?" He stepped inside the room, taking a polite seat a few feet away from you. He felt something in his chest. You were...probably the only one on the crew he could consider a friend.