Prometheus (Special Edition)

- PROMETHEUS SPECIAL EDITION An Agent 9 FanEdit

Agent 9

I am the Law and even my kind

T. E. Lawrence

Autonomously from Arabia, but very much an Englishman.

Favored pinching a burning match,

between his fingers to put it out.

When asked by his colleague William Potter to reveal his trick

How is it he so effectively...

Extinguished the flame without hurting himself whatsoever?

Lawrence just smiled and said "The trick Potter..."

. is not minding it hurts.

The fire that danced at the end of that match

was a gift from the Titan Prometheus

a gift that he stole, from the gods

Who were terrified,

of what we might do with it,

when it to fall into our hairy little paws.

When Prometheus was caught,

and brought to justice for his theft.

The gods.

Well you might say they, over reacted a little.

The poor man was tied to a rock,

as an eagle ripped through his belly

and ate his liver, over and over.

Day after day.

And on for eternity.

All because he gave us fire.

Our first true piece of technology.

Fire.

Such a very long time ago.

Which begs the question.

What have we done with it?

100,000 BC.

Stone tools.

4,000 BC.

The wheel.

800 BC.

Sundial.

9th Century AD'

Gun powder'

Bit of a game changer that one.

1441,

The printing press.

Only slightly less impactful.

19th Century.

Steam engine,

Railway,

Eureka the light bulb!

20th Century.

The automobile,

Television,

Nuclear weapons,

Space craft,

Internet.

21st Century.

Biotech,

Nanotech,

Fusion,

and fission

and M-theory,

And that was just the 1st decade.

We are now just three months into the year of our lord.

At this moment in our civilization,

we are on the verge of terraformmg

planets undiscovered just a decade ago.

We have identified the genetic chain of events,

behind 98% of cancers.

A chain we have broken.

Effectively curing them'

We can create cybernetic individuals.

Who in Just a few short years,

will be completely indistinguishable from us.

Which leads to an obvious conclusion.

We, are the gods now.

I haven't been struck down, I'll take that to mean I'm right.

We wield incredible power,

The power to transform, to destroy and to create again.

The question or course before us,

Is what the hell are we supposed to do with this power?

Or more importantly one should ask,

What are we allowed to do with this power?!

The answer to that my friends,

Is nothing!

Rules, restrictions, laws, ethical guidelines.

All but forbid us from moving forwards.

Well where were the ethics during the Arabian conflicts?

'Are there rules preventing us from feeding impoverished cultures?

How is there a law that states,

If we build a man from wires and metal,

A man who will never grow old,

who will never feel the heat of a star,

or the cold of the moon.

If so, is the creation of such an incredible individual

considered unnatural?!

The answer to all these questions is simple.

These Men exist,

because the people who created them

where afraid of what would happen if they didn't.

Well I am not afraid!

For those of you who know me

You will be aware by now that my ambition is unlimited.

You know that I will

Settle for nothing short of greatness.

Or I will die trying.

For those of you who do not yet know me

Allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Peter Weyland

and if you'll indulge me,

I'd like to change the world.

Frederic Chopin. Prelude No. 15 in D-Flat, Major, Op. 28, "Raindrops"-

Good morning, David.

Transmitting Message.

Ne response.

Whilst this manner of articulation

is attested in the lndosEuropean descendants

as a purely paralinguistic form,

it is phonemic in the ancestral form dating back five millennia or more.

Now let's attempt Schleicheré Fable.

Repeat after me'

Hjewisjasma hwaelna nahast akwunsez dadrkta

Perfect.

- “Mr. Lawrence?“ - Wes“

"Flimsy, sir"

“Thank you“

“You do that once to often. “

"it's only flesh and blood."

"Michael George Hartley, you're a philosopher."

“And you're barmy. “

“It damn well hurts“

"Certainly, it hurts.

"Well, what's the trick, then?"

"The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.

The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.

The trick William Potter,

Is not minding that it hurts.

Attention, Destination threshold

Attention, Destination threshold

Attention, Destination thresh...

Robe

How long?

Two years, four months. 18 days, 36 hours, 15 minutes...

Any casualties?

Casualties, ma'am?

Has anyone died?

No ma'am, everyone is fine.

Well, than, wake em up.

Try to relax, Dr. Shaw..

My name is David.

Your mind and body are in a state of shock

as a result of the stasis.

Its all right, perfectly normal.

Ellie...

We're here, baby.

Drink plenty of 'water, Drink plenty of fluids.

Hydration aids muscle mass.

All crew,

Consume shakes, with high caloric content.

What the hell is that?

It's Christmas.

Need the holidays to show time is still moving.

Last I checked, time was always moving.

First trip into the deep, huh?

Mission briefing is about to start, Captain.

Might wanna make your way down.

Well I haven't had any breakfast yet.

Don't you wanna know why we're here?

No ma'am

I just fly the ship,

Thought that's why you people hired me?

I bet a hundred credits, its a terraforming survey.

No, if it's a survey, they would just tell us.

This is a corporate run. They're not telling us shit.

Come on.

Hundred.

All right, you're on.

You look nervous, El.

I'll try to keep my feet on the ground.

I know you will.

Good morning.

For those of you I hired personally,

it's nice to see you again.

For the rest of you, I am Meredith Vickers,

And it's my job to make sure you do yours.

Okay than.

On with the show.

Weyland Corporation. Building better worlds.

Hello, friends.

My name is Peter Weyland.

I am your employer.

I am recording this,

22 June, 2091.

And if you're watching it,

You've reached your destination.

There's a man sitting with you today.

His name is David.

And he is the closest thing to a son I will ever have.

Unfortunately, he is... he's not human.

He will never grow old, and he will never die.

And yet he is unable to appreciate these remarkable gifts,