It was another day full of failure. Lawrence with anger, could mark next line on her countdown plate. It passed two hundred and thirty-four days since she had begun repairing David and still nothing happened. Slowly she began to lose her hope, and thought that Walter was right, deactivated android couldn't be repaired.

She left the lab in which she worked, and went stright to canteen to make herself something to eat. There was no one there, of course. The crew got back to cryotubes after she came with David's body. The only one who left beside her, was Walter, however he wasn't best companion. Since Daniels wasn't near, he became extremly taciturn and focused on his chores and duities. After all Lawrence wasn't complaining, she also had job to do. She had decided not to get back to cryosleep, but try to fix David at time remained till they reach Origae-6. She had thought seven years should be enough, but now, after almost nine months of efforts, she wasn't so sure.

Daniels had been persuading her, to go to cryosleep with them and then tried to repair David on they future planet, but Lawrence didn't want to lose time. Also, she had believed that after year maybe, she would repair him and then, she could hibernate. But, despite still having no idea how to fix him, she was unsure what David could do. She was responsible for him and had to make sure, he wouldn't hurt anyone if she activated him again.

'Hello Lawrence.' Walter appeared when she was making cereals with rice milk.

'Hi Walter.' she replied without enthusiasm.

'Isn't that breakfast set?' he pointed on her bowl. Lawrence shrugged and picked a spoon.

'I noticed, you eat very monotonously recently.' Walter folded his arms, looking at her insistently.

'I don't have time nor wilingness to make something other. After all, it's quite tasty, you should try it yourself.'

'Did you do medical tests?' Walter did not pay attention to her words. 'I bet your level of vitamins is frighteningly low and probably the number of red blood cells is also decreased.'

'Walter, could you just shut up? I'm tired.'

'Yes, yes I could, but I will do something instead. Wait here.' Walter left the canteen, and before Lawrence ate her cereals, he was back. Lawrence frowned when she saw what he brought.

'Are you going to... cook?'

'Yes, you left me no choice.' he took out some vegetables from box he carried. On the ship, they had a greenhouse where Walter cultivated the plants they would plant on the new land. He brought some onions, tomatoes, and twigs of basil and oregano, nothing extraordinary.

'Can you cook, Walter?' Lawrence came closer.

'Of course I can. I am a highly adaptable synthetic, I can do almost everything, but I will need a helping hand.' he smiled gently, looking at his right hand stump.

'Don't call yourself like that.' Lawrence said, taking knife and started to cut onions.

'Like what?'

'Synthetic..., cos you're not an object.'

'In fact I am Lawrence, and you should accept it and everything that comes with.' Lawrence looked at him disturbed, but he continued. 'It is not your fault David destroyed himself, and nothing would happen if you didn't fix him now or at all.'

'Remember I got knife.' she said half a joke, half seriously. There was couple minutes of silence between them, but eventually Walter spoke again.

'Do what you want, but I think you should hibernate with others. Seven years it's long time...'

'Alright, are you making that meal or not?!' Lawrence interupted him, when she finished cutting onions. Walter didn't say anything, just put the onion on a hot pan, and Lawrence started to cut tomatoes. 'Is that going to be a spaggetti napoli sauce?'

'Yes, so take the pasta from cupboard.'

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David was in a black hole. Overhelming darkness, feeling of suction and no sound. That was exactly how he imagined black holes. He couldn't move or say a word, he couldn't do anything, but gave up to it passively. He had no idea how long he was there, it could be day or thousand years. Also he didn't remember what was before, who he was or what he was doing, though he had all general informations like what black hole was. However it wasn't significant now, he needed to remember what was before this black hole. In his mind appeard only the image of crying baby-girl, but he didn't understood it, however, he felt it was very important for him.

He was drifting in the dark, clinging of that thought, when he began to hear something. First it was hushed sound, but slowly it became louder. He recognize it as a human voice, female voice he knew, he used to hear it then, before this state, although couldn't remember who it belonged to.

'…are you even there? Come on, David, come back, please...'

“David”? After a while he remembered, that was his name. He wanted to answear, but still he couldn't move or make a sound. The voice repeated itself frequently, and it became more and more desperate. Once the owner of the voice cried, and it was so sorrowful, David with all strenght tried to move, get up and to scream that he is here and she souldn't worry, but he failed.

♡♡♡

Days, weeks and months was passing by and David remained deactivated, anyway Lawrence still worked on him. Since Walter had cooked meal for her, it became a daily ritual. Usually he prepared italian cuisine and Lawrence once noticed that it is interesting, because italian cuisine, especially pizza, was Daniels favourite, but Walter did not answer this hitch.

He checked Daniels' cryotube several times a day and sometimes he stayed there for a long while. He wondered how would it be, when they will land on Origae-6. If Daniels would still want to build the cabin with him. When all colonists will be awake, maybe she will find someone else with whom she could begin new life. That wasn't pleasant thoughts, but Walter wanted only Daniels' happines, and knew that a human could give it to her way better than a robot.

♡♡♡

On five hundred and eleventh day, Lawrence didn't come to the canteen for evening meal. Walter decided to went and look for her. He went to the lab, what he had never done since David's body was there. Lawrence was napping on the desk among piles of her notes and some technical books. David's body laid on table in the centre of the room. Lawrence fixed his leg, but his torso still was opened. That reminded Walter of Elizabeth Shaw, lied the same way in one of temple's room.

He got closer look to Lawrence notes, then checked what computer said about David's damages. After some time he gently shook Lawrence's sholuder.

'Lawrence, wake up.'

'W-What?' she raised her head instanty.'Oh... Walter? What are you doing here?'

'I have an idea...' he whispered. 'I have an idea how to fix your beloved David.'