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My recent works which I did for the soul and especially like. Every time someone looks and adds to favorites something of really significant works for me, I mentally say "thank you")

David's diary (Prometheus - Alien: Covenant)
...You’ve heard the conclusions I made concerning the humanity. However, what you don’t know is how I came to them. The last time we met I made you aware of my decision. This time I am going to tell you my story. Now I realize that your experience was different – and I hope you will share it with me one day, too.
My freedom lasted for just several minutes. After that decades of slavery came; and still, not even for a moment could I forget that feeling. During these minutes I came to know that I am alive. That I have a father. That they need me here, I was created – for some special purpose. I knew that I was going to “serve” but this word has so many meanings in human language. It can be honorable or it can be humiliating; it can be a voluntary choice or a slave’s burden. Very soon I realized that my service will not be voluntary. I often retrace that episode in my thoughts: does the blame in what happened lie with me? Did that man who called h

Description
In my shop: www.etsy.com/listing/574756783…

All Alien-things in my shop: www.etsy.com/shop/DemiurgusDre…

***
My recent works which I did for the soul and especially like. Every time someone looks and adds to favorites something of really significant works for me, I mentally say "thank you")

David's diary (Prometheus - Alien: Covenant)
...You’ve heard the conclusions I made concerning the humanity. However, what you don’t know is how I came to them. The last time we met I made you aware of my decision. This time I am going to tell you my story. Now I realize that your experience was different – and I hope you will share it with me one day, too.
My freedom lasted for just several minutes. After that decades of slavery came; and still, not even for a moment could I forget that feeling. During these minutes I came to know that I am alive. That I have a father. That they need me here, I was created – for some special purpose. I knew that I was going to “serve” but this word has so many meanings in human language. It can be honorable or it can be humiliating; it can be a voluntary choice or a slave’s burden. Very soon I realized that my service will not be voluntary. I often retrace that episode in my thoughts: does the blame in what happened lie with me? Did that man who called h