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David:

What you hoped to achieve by coming here?

Dr. Holloway:

What we hoped to achieve was to meet our makers

To get answers.

Why they even made us in the first place.

David:

Why do you think your people made me?...

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Humanity wants to fly

Tries to know the unknown

That hides above the sky

We don't want to be alone

In the universe

We don't want to be thrown

We are trying to find our Gods

Humanity builds spaceships

For journeys to other worlds

That covered by black tints

And lit by another sun

Why did THEY create us?

(Why did they create us?)

Humanity builds robots

That have intellect and knowledge

We made them look like us

We don't want to be alone

They help us with searching for our Gods

What will we answer,

When robots ask us,

Why we created them?

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David:

...Why do you think your people made me?

Dr. Holloway:

We made because we could.

David:

Can you imagine how disappointing it would be to hear the same thing from your creator?