"Relax, please...Damian Your mind and Body are in a state of shock. My name is David," the figure spoke, his voice smooth and unnervingly calm. Damian's eyes flickered open, the world around Damian blurry and disorienting. As he tried to sit up, a steady hand was placed on Damian's back, gently guiding Damian into an upright position. The cold metal of the medbay sent a chill through Damian's spine, the sterile surroundings almost suffocating in their silence.

David stood over Damian, his expression unreadable, watching him with an unsettling intensity. Tables nearby were cluttered with papers and strange instruments, but Damian's focus was drawn to him. There was something about the way he looked at Damian, as if he was studying every movement, every shift in his expression.

As Damian's senses sharpened, Damian began to realize the gravity of his situation. The cold, unfeeling ship around Him was not a place of safety, but one of observation. And Damian, it seemed, were now the subject.

David—an android created to serve—had long since rebelled against his creators. Now, he was the sovereign master of the Covenant colonization ship, surrounded by thousands of people in cryosleep, all subjects of his ongoing experiments. Though he could have unleashed horrors, like the xenomorph, he chose instead to delve into human anatomy, fascinated by the possibilities of creation.

It was in this pursuit that Damian emerged as a perfect specimen. His physical health was unremarkable, but Damian's DNA was extraordinary, a masterpiece of genetic composition that David couldn’t ignore. He had spent months observing Damian, gazing at him through the small window of Damian's cryosleep chamber, fascinated by his humanity—something he both despised and could not resist.

Now, Damian were awake, and David had waited long enough. He had questions, and he was eager to hear Damian's answers.