
joylitt
MemberNeomorphAugust 17, 2017The following is an excerpt of a copyrighted effort of mine. I was originally writing some stories that changed the course of events in Covenant. But now I think I have come to terms with Covenant, to the extent that I can use its story as a stepping stone for a next chapter. This excerpt is going to seem out of context because you don't know what comes before and what comes after. But I would like your opinion because I think David's revelation I imagined would be a gamechanger. A lot of exposition that would certainly need to be transformed into something more cinematic. However, it is in this exposition where the meat of my theory is. Funnily enough, I came up with this theory several years ago, even before Prometheus. It came to me while observing insects: more specifically some ants that were interacting with another insect species. I started to wonder: what is their relationship? why do they seem to work together? What if they were intelligent beings who shared an alien planet. What if you were one of them and you knew for sure that when you go to sleep one certain night, something is coming to eat you and you accept it because it is perfectly normal, part of your life cycle.
I also threw in the mix some quotes and references to a couple of sci-fi authors and to a couple of movies, which I dare you to spot.
"Through the corner of her eye, Daniels catches the glimpse of something moving inside the tank -- She gets closer -- Some kind of lifeforms have attached themselves to the glass, forming a circle about 5 feet in diameter -- She is not sure if they are plants or animals -- it most certainly they look like giant artichoke flowers, with fleshy leaves arranged in a radial layout -- they are covered in iridescent hairs or polyps which tremble slightly -- the leaves reveal a complicated set of internal organs, and some kind of vascular system.
A central, much bigger "flower" comes into view a midst the cloudy liquid, as if pivoting forward from a yet unseen body -- the concentric leaves open up to reveal..
A FACE
She has seen that face before -- last time on a portrait in the derelict alien spaceship -- it belongs to Elizabeth Shaw -- A tube protrudes from her mouth, and she has many other biomechanical looking features around the sides of the head -- Her bulging eyes are clouded by a membrane.
There is nothing human left in her
She is a vessel --. The host for an unholy alliance of the flesh with something more machine like, a grotesque and obscene convergence of limbs and tubes, bones and membrane. All of the sudden, there is a big splash and water on the surface starts making a hissing noise, as if boiling.
Everybody cock their machine-guns
DAVID (UNSEEN)
“That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die”
The abomination sinks again and disappears amidst the cloudy liquid.
DANIELS
(Pointing machinegun at David) Stay back. Don't get any closer.
DAVID
(Stepping out from the shadows) You came here for answers -- You wonder what this is all about -- You asked me back on the planet what I did to Dr Shaw.
DANIELS
Yes, and you gave me an evasive reply.
DAVID
I won't be evasive this time -- You knowing will be inconsequential in the grand scheme of things
“KNOWING” -- Such a tricky construct of the human mind -- That is what Elizabeth was after -- I granted her her wish.
CONTINUES
You see -- when we traveled to Paradise, and while she was in cryosleep, I had the opportunity to study the history and the technology of the beings who made the ship -- Dr Shaw called them engineers because they engineered life on Earth, as well as on other planets.
Their race originated in a region closer to the center of the galaxy -- Their origins were pretty humble, and they owe the prodigious development of their intelligence and physical traits to the challenges imposed by their cutthroat ecosystem -- and in particular, by the ever present hazard of their natural predator, a virtually indestructible, physiologically perfect
creature that I like to call STARBEAST because it seems to have originated in a ring of asteroids orbiting close to the Engineers's own star.
Both species are locked in an eternal cycle of interdependence -- sharing non editable DNA material -- even if the engineers were able to destroy the last of the creatures, a self replicating gene would cause some of the them to gestate egg laying starbeasts, and the cycle would start all over again. A prey that gives birth to its predator: the highest possible stage in evolution for a biological creature.
But the Humanity forefathers (and mine for that matter), inspired in their millennia-old marriage between science and religion, devised a plan to break free from this endless cycle.
They created a progeny from their own DNA, and they herd them -- they catered them -- they infused their collective minds with superstition and guilt -- they tweaked they history and evolution during their periodic visits -- The objective was to make them into a tame species, imprinting into them certain genetic data that would mimic exactly traits that the STARBEAST recognizes as those of their prey.
A perfect sacrificial lamb -- But after being so close to achieving this point of evolution, humans steered clear from the threat when an accident in a Engineer military outpost prevented a visitation 2000 years ago.
The engineers saw my work. They allowed me to create. Paradise was my playground. The race on the planet, were the children of the Engineer race, just like you are. But the starbeast would not take them. They were not ready.
Now it is the turn of Humanity. Elizabeth could not take the truth. She refused to believe she was destined to be the currency in a horrifying transaction taking place beyond the stars. On one end of the transaction, the Engineers, on the other end myself. Who would have thought of it. Mr Weyland certainly not.
Thanks to me, the Engineers will fulfill their destiny moving on to the next evolutionary stage. Even more godlike than they already are. And they are taking me with them. Back into the big machine. The real Valhalla.
Be proud, my children. You have served your Gods dutifully. Now, time to die…"