Weyland was a superstitious man. He wanted a true believer on board.
You have to stop it! … If you don't stop it, there won't be any home to go back to. It's — it's carrying death — and it's headed for Earth.
I don't want go to back to where we came from. I want to go where they came from.
They created us. Then they tried to kill us. They changed their minds. I deserve to know why.
These are images of archaeological digs all over the Earth: ancient civilizations that shared no contact. And yet, the same pictogram on every last one of them.
A star map?
No, an invitation.
From whom?
