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Alien: Covenant novelization by Alan Dean Foster

Updated: Jan 23

Planet 4 Location?…”months” Spent in Hypersleep

When she dropped back down, her nose was bloody from impact.....Woozy from months spent in hypersleep,

Alien: Covenant novelization, page 28.

"We've got eight more recharge cycles to go before Origae-6?"

Alien: Covenant novelization, page 42.

The recharge cycle was months into the mission and Tennessee was repairing the sails for the 1st, of 8 recharge cycles. The particle blast disrupted the 1st recharge.

"How long until we reach Origae-6?"
"Seven years, four months, three weeks, two days,"

Alien: Covenant novelization, page 84.

A recharge cycle appears less than one year.

"Mother, please open a secure line with the Weyland-Yutani Corporation headquarters on Earth."
Indifferent, efficient, responsive, the ship's computer replied. "It will take some time to establish the link. I will have to refract the signal through numerous sub-relays and wait for advantageous stellar condition to"...He cut it off. "I'll leave the minutiae to you, dear. Le me know when you have the link available. Use security code David 31822-B. And in the meantime, I'd like some music.'"

Alien: Covenant novelization, page 344.

Walter "Feels"

Hearing none and wondering what he should do, it occurred to Walter to try the flute. Remembering the extraordinary hand-mouth counterpoint of his exchange with David, he made an attempt to reproduce a few notes.
They emerge softly from the instrument, that awkward and incomplete. His embarrassment was evident. Surprised by the unexpected in previously unsuspected skill he demonstrated, Daniels looked on with interest. "Not bad."
"No. That was terrible." Walter eyed the instrument in discust. "It was not even original." It was not terrible, she insisted in music doesn’t half to be original to be enjoyable. If that was the case, there be no such thing as recordings. Only improvisations.
She gestured at the flute. Keep going. Still he demurred.
"I cannot reproduce accurately what I wish to reproduce. It is not a fault of memory."
He struggled to explain what he meant. "It is a lack of something else."
"Then try something of your own", she urged him.
His voice was tight. "I was not programmed with the ability to create."
"Maybe not, she admitted, but you were programmed with the ability to learn..."

Alien: Covenant novelization, page 224.

"How do we know that we’re safe here?" Cole inquired sharply. "We have only your word for it."
David seemed not in the least offended by the implication. No more so than his twin, Walter, would have been. He treated Cole’s query as a straightforward question, ignoring the edgy belligerence with which it had been delivered.
"No. You also have my presence for it."
"You’re not human," the private shot back. "Maybe these things only attack full-blooded organics."
"I was attacked," Walter pointed out quietly. Cole looked over at him, suddenly abashed.
"Oh, right. I forgot. Sorry."

Alien: Covenant novelization, page 188.

As Daniels slept, so I’m here fell down across her for head. Reaching out, he gently brushed it aside, settling the strands back in their proper position. Adjusting them made him feel good. Touching her made him feel good.
Why? What was he feeling? Or was he simply responding to a programming because he had "served," or even if in so small and fashion? Because he had done something he was designed to do?
Did he "feel"?...
“Hey, we make contact!” A little out of breath from his rapid descent from the rooftop, Cole gasped out the information. "We reached the Covenant!"
His shout woke Daniels. For reasons he could not isolate, this displeased Walter. His disappointment passed quickly, along with any further attempts to understand the cause.

Alien: Covenant novelization, page 249.

Walter's torso collagen scaffolding before the growth of his skin and internal portions. (Source: Meet Walter, 20th Century Fox, Photoshop filtered).


Reaching out she touched his face, feeling the synthetic skin. Collagen-based, it was crafted to feel exactly like that of a human. There was indisputable affection in the gesture. Equipped as he was to instantaneously analyze human expressions, vocal tones, and just years, the effect on Walter could almost have qualified as embarrassment. Designed to deal with almost any conceivable situation, he had no idea how to react to a moment of Genuine intimacy.
He drew back silently.
Recognizing the affect her just your head on him, she pulled her hand away. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to and settle you."
"I’m not unsettled," he replied. "Uncertain perhaps, but not unsettled. Sometimes a non-response is the most sensible one." He smiled--that seems innocuous enough, he thought. "You should get some sleep."

Alien: Covenant novelization page 223

Walter appears to have collagen scaffolding throughout his entire body. (Source: Meet Walter, 20th Century Fox)

A Supreme Example

"Challenged but still wary, Oram came forward. Gripping his rifle even more tightly and prepared to raise it at the slightest untoward movement from either the object or the synthetic to he leaned over to peer into the now gaping vase-like specimen the interior revealed a motionless creature, all fingerlike appendages and flattened body, with a muscular tail coiled beneath it as if it was ready to spring outward.
It did not move.
It was dead, as dead in preserved as David had promised. As dead as the egg sac the synthetic had tossed to him. Oram stepped back from the specimen, which seemed pregnant with hideous potential.
The synthetic's reaction was notably different. "Quite magnificent don’t you think?"
Quite something, that’s for sure, Oram muttered. He continued to gaze at the egg thing and its contents. As patiently lifeless as it was, it still manage to send a quiver of fear through here.
"Oh captain." David shake his head sadly. "Acknowledge beauty when you see it. Even if it’s appearance disturbs you, surely you could admire the skill that went into its design. In case you were wondering, I had nothing to do with it. It lies as I found it, a supreme example of the Engineers skill. And also, I suppose of their hubris."
"Would that I could create something so perfect in its function, he added. I try, but I don’t have thousands of years of practice at biological and genetic engineering. I only have my pitiable programming on which to draw. That, and 10 years of earnest effort on my own behalf. I have learned only a little, yet a soldier on, hoping all ways to achieve something like this, always striving to do better, to improve. That’s what the engineers did, I suppose.That is what someone playing God should do."

Alien: Covenant novelization page 243.

How long had David been on Plant 4 when the Covenant crew arrived?

Hydrated, nourished, interested, Rosenthal discovered that against all odds, she was bored. Wondering over to one wall of the downed chamber, she found herself running her fingers over a long row of hashmarks that have been carved into the otherwise immaculate stone.
Each was exactly the same height, width, and depth as the one next to it – all three thousand, eight hundred, and some odd. No human could be so precise, and there was nothing about them to think that they had been made by the Engineers. The marks had to have been inscribed by David.

Alien: Covenant novelization page 219

The line of precise hashmarks inscribed in the corridor seemed endless. Her fingertips dancing along the wall, Rosenthal‘s hand rose and fell, rose and fell, as she traced the marks, letting them lead her onward. Lost in her own exploratory revere, it did not occur to her that she had left the domed chamber a considerable distance behind.

Alien: Covenant novelization page 226.