If you indulge me, I'd like to change the world

ON SEMI-HIATUS || Sir Peter Weyland. CEO and founder of Weyland Corp. About 50 years old. Treats androids as own children and loves them more than own daughter. Searches for the meaning of life and purpose of humanity. //Independent RP blog. RP with anyone

[douchebagdad]

OOC; Guys I'll be away for a month as I'm going on vacation, and hopefully will find my muses again as lately I've been exhausted with everything, RP included. I've been waiting for this rest to finally replenish myself after a tough year. 

davideightbot, I've been thinking about reply to you and got lost in choosing the most appropriate way to do that lol I hope to get back to our conversation when I return, if that's okay.

devourerofstarsandcandy, prometheusareyouseeingthis, missmeredithvickers, I know I owe you starters, I'll get to that when I can. If you have something in mind you can post and I'll reply when I get to my computer.

I hope everyone will have a great time too and we'll finally get to play when I return. See you soon guys!

[fuckyeahbehindthescenes]

To prepare for the movie Michael Fassbender studied Olympic diver Greg Louganis, drawing inspiration from Louganis’s physicality.

Prometheus (2012)

[lilyjackk]

[eighthgeneration-deactivated201]

David moved where he was motioned. Had the synthetic been an organic being, he would feel excited at the notion of receiving a gift. How disappointing it must be for Mr. Weyland, to know that his creation could not value such gifts… And yet…

Smiling wide, the android extended both hands to take the gift, bringing it closer to view. Peering down at the ancient book, he looks up to meet eye-to-eye, his tone raising just slightly to express his gratitude. “Thank you, father. I do find Mr. Hugo’s points on the Revolution’s inner workings to be quite fascinating.” Standing there, David must have resembled a child, clutching it in both hands to his person. Not in an exaggerated sense, but enough to convey some sort of resemblance to human emotion… That his creator may or may not have hoped to achieve when he had created David.

[douchebagdad]

Sometimes Weyland could forget that David wasn't a real person, especially after his long absence. He did create life and was very successful at that, he could give the ability to feel, simulate appreciation of all the little things that even humans could take for granted, and yet it wasn't enough. He didn't blame David for inability to contain a soul. In fact, Weyland sought ways to solve this problem. That is why he was putting so much into educating him in his own manner, like a son. David 8 was already a highly advanced model and, particularly this one, expressed enthusiasm in learning from his creator. Weyland couldn't tell if other models could be affected the same way - by his or their owners influence - but he did put much faith and efforts, hoping that one day David would be no longer different. 

Peter watched his reactions and smiled when David mentioned the Revolution. 'I'm sure you'll find it curious. It contains examples of human honor, in the old fashioned way, and examples of strength. I'd be happy to discuss it later with you. Speaking of which, are there any questions that bother you? Anything curious you wished to talk about?'

[prometheus-are-you-seeing-t-blog]

 //I finished it! Finally. I thought I’d share it here just because I can. Also this video contains spoilers if you’ve never seen Prometheus, the last few sentences below also contain them, you’ve been warned my dears. The basic story is that Shaw and Vickers fall for each other while Shaw is still with Charlie. Shaw tells Vickers how she feels. At first Vickers doesn’t respond but then the next day she confesses she feels the same way. They spend the night together and the next morning Vickers asks Shaw to be with her but Shaw says she can’t. When Vickers dies Shaw tries to help her but is too late. She wishes she had chosen to be with her and been able to save her. 

[douchebagdad]

‘I’m impressed. What do you say if we run some tests later to see your progress?’ Peter smiled and put his hand lightly over David’s shoulder.

[eighthgeneration-deactivated201]

“Of course.” Eyelids slowly close over his artificial-blue eyes. Reopening, he returns the smile, mimicking Mr. Weyland’s enthusiasm.

[douchebagdad]

'Perfect!' A slight pat on the shoulder. 'I actually have a small present for you. Come here', he moved his hand in inviting gesture while going to his Victorian working table. An old carved box was resting on its surface, Weyland lifted the gift with one hand and offered it to his artificial son. 'I'm sure you'll find it interesting to say the least'. Inside there was a rare antique copy of Victor Hugo's 'Ninery-Three' book.

[decayed-old-blog-deactivated201]

Parallels in Ridley Scott sci-fi.

[eighthgeneration-deactivated201]

“No need for apologies. I have been well,” He smiles, “Father.”

“Accompany you? A marvelous idea indeed. In your absence, I have had the pleasure of working with your various active projects.”

[douchebagdad]

'I'm impressed. What do you say if we run some tests later to see your progress?' Peter smiled and put his hand lightly over David's shoulder.

[douchebagdad]

ooc

I love this account and I'm sorry it's been hard to keep up with it. But I'm glad to return here every time and see all my partners around. I'm caught up between my work and few other RPs, so if you feel like poking me for not being here enough or keeping replies for too long - just poke me at http://onedaycop.tumblr.com/ You have my permission.

http://onedaycop.tumblr.com/

[douchebagdad]

Good to see you back, sir.

‘Ah, David! Thank you very much. I’m sorry about my recent absence again. Perhaps I should take you with me next time. How have you been, my boy?’

[douchebagdad]

Father, where have you gone?

He lifted his eyes from the papers he was reading to a daughter in front of him.

‘I’ve been busy. I’m sorry, Meredith, but you know how it is. Is there something I can help you with?’

His tone was formal and polite, almost reminding the voice of artificial being.

[evaanverlaine-blog-deactivated2]

[noa-things-and-art]

[codecaine]

since there were comments about the band-aid from this commission pic, i made a rly fast comic lmao.

my headcanon consists of David damaging himself whenever he does work around the facility and Weyland’s like “omg David take care of yourself, you’re not cheap to make…” while slapping on a band-aid on the ‘wound’ so his blonde sandal-wearing son will feel MOAR HUMAN.

it’s like how parents lie to their kids about the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus but on a more futuristic scale. Weyland is a troo douchebag dad, he cares a lot ok? i have a lot of really dumb Weyland Corp headcanons, sry.

[eighthgeneration-deactivated201]

Convergence

Summoned once more by his creator, David, the fire of Prometheus, walked brightly burning with curiosity. The bridge between humanity—Just as Nietzsche wrote about. The God who crafted such a creation lie in wait, where the two would soon be reunited in their familiar ground. As Michelangelo depicted God reaching for Adam, David sought Peter Weyland. Fitting in it’s poetic sense, as his father bore the painting within a depression in his office wall. Minor details, such as the safe that sat behind it. The contents of which only David and Mr. Weyland knew of. He gives a monotone rap against the thick door. Behind it, Peter Weyland’s study, rich with culture, knowledge, entertainment for those thirsty for otherworldly information. An escape from that which awaited him at his desk, where neatly filed papers and computers sat. Work and pleasure was to be divided. The android enters, closing the door behind him. “Father.” He addresses, approaching his desk. “It’s been too long.”

[douchebagdad]

The monotonous beat of antique clock was the only sound manifesting life in Weyland's room. He enjoyed his work so much than he usually was too absorbed in it, being afraid to bother it with unplanned and careless interference. It was his ritual, his perfect order; the only thing that was allowed to break this silence was the clock. Peter loved old-fashioned things, they had history and soul; if they could talk their wisdom would save humanity from repeating same mistakes. But Weyland didn't need to talk with them, that is why he needed silence - he could percept things like no one else, and this gift was a reason of his success - to see things that no one else could see. He was convinced that innovations could only do better if they were combined with wisdom of the past. New idea could kill as fast as it could heal.

Weyland slightly rubbed a bridge of his nose with finger, he was getting a little tired. Cup of coffee on his table was already cold, yet he barely touched it. Organizing programs for new settlements was tiresome but Weyland would lie if he said it was boring. He could hire someone for this job but the truth was he never trusted anyone as much, and the reason why Weyland Industries were best in everything they did was his own input in every detail, no matter how small it seemed. No wonder he had troubles with his daughter, his attention was everywhere but not on her. It was only David who seemed to understand him, their passion and curiosity for knowledge were well-matched. Peter would educate him whenever he had a chance, in return he was learning from his own creation; there was no line between human and android for him anymore, everything was life.

His thoughts vanished when someone knocked on the door. That was probably David, he wanted to see him after long business trip. When the blond man entered his office Weyland smiled, with content and sincerity, after long time. 

'David, my son!', an excitement in his voice was barely contained as he rose from his chair and walked up to the synthetic to give him brief but firm hug. 'It's been a long time indeed. I wish we could meet earlier but that wasn't possible. Please sit, and tell me how have you been all this time'. Weyland pointed at the chair in front of his table and leaned against the old piece of furniture he was usually working on.

[douchebagdad]

dr-shaw replied to your post: dr-shaw replied to your post: ooc Well, things are...

I’m better now that our work is underway. Thank you for that, by the way- the funding, the ship…all of it. We won’t let you down.

No doctor, thank you. For giving the hope and future to humanity. Your passion is what drove you this far, and now it is leading all of us to the new horizons. Without you this all would be impossible and meaningless.

[douchebagdad]

dr-shaw replied to your post: ooc

Well, things are never uneventful around here.

Time never stands still does it. How have you been doctor?