Female Prometheus Engineer Novels & Stories

Surrounded by enemies who had sought their demise throughout their lives, she found herself experiencing an unexpected sense of protection, as she always did in his presence. “I will get you out of here, Athena. I will not let anything happen to you,” he promised, as always. Those promises didn’t seem like a lie. How was he so sure that they would not die here? How is he so confident that he will get her out of there? How could he say that? Her thoughts halted when Rustom kicked Azazel in the gut.

The engineer in question had recently made history developing the world’s first electric-propelled rocket, a groundbreaking invention that shook the global space community. Joshua’s hands trembled as Logan’s cold eyes bore into him.“Sir, I... I’ve already found the information. In fact, the engineer is arriving this afternoon. We’ve spoken with her company, and since we recently collaborated with them, they agreed to send her here.” Logan’s eyes snapped up in surprise. “Her?” Joshua nodded nervously. “Yes, sir. It’s a woman. Here’s her profile.” He placed the résumé on the desk. The photo was slightly blurred, but as Logan’s eyes scanned the image, something twisted in his chest. His gaze lo

It was the fire he had ignited in her. "I'm an engineer, Killian," she said, her voice growing bolder. "I don't like leaving projects unfinished. And the Phoenix Protocol—this new trust of yours—it’s going to need someone who understands the technical side of the Atuabo valves. Someone who isn't afraid to tell the CEO when he’s wrong." A slow, genuine smirk spread across Killian’s face—the first one she had ever seen. It reached his eyes, turning the amber to gold. "Is that an application for a job, Miss Vance?"

It was a fragment of the Source-Core’s primary CPU, mindless and ravenous, driven by a singular, recursive command: Reintegrate the Seed. "The Veil isn't ready!" Vala shouted, her gills fluttering in a frantic blue rhythm as she struggled with the salvaged bio-reactors in the courtyard. "We need four more cycles to stabilize the Prometheus frequency! If we turn it on now, it will just act like a flare in the dark!" Nevan was already moving, his hands locking onto the handles of the heavy iron doors of the villa. "Get Leo inside! Vossen, get the refugee to the cellar! Gianna—"

We also, from the part of ProSciences, introduced ourselves one by one… Boss Jerry was of course the first one to speak and provided brief but concise facts about ProSciences. It was part of his job enticing the clients and interested business partners to transact with us because of the good and quality services we provide. And then next to speak was Maria, and then me and lastly, Faye. "I am Camila Valdemore. A biochemist and junior team leader in the laboratory of ProSciences." I glanced at the man sitting in front of the long table beside the founder of PawsHope.

It was Ancient Celestial—the root language of Scarlett’s original sect. Scarlett froze. “System, identify!” A holographic avatar materialized in the center of the room. It wasn't a robot, but a projection of a woman wearing the same Taoist robes as the figure in the tomb mural. Her eyes were made of streaming binary code. “Identity confirmed: Subject 001-Alpha lineage. Welcome back, Navigator,” the AI responded, its voice shifting to English. “Project Prometheus has been in stasis for 3,400 years. The 'Void-Seal' is at critical failure. External threat detected: Void-Constructs.”

"Perhaps Ms. Kane could address these technical concerns? Although, with her background in, what was it before Victoria Kane adopted you? Fashion marketing? she might want to defer to actual engineers." The deliberate slight hung in the air. Camille felt anger flash but contained it, studying the diagrams with calm consideration. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Preston," she said coolly. "May I ask about the source of these analyses?" Herod shrugged. "The engineers prefer to remain anonymous, fearing professional repercussions." "I understand completely," Camille replied. "Dr. Zhao, would you join us please?" Hannah crossed to the podium. Camille introduced her: "Dr. Hannah Zhao, chief engi

We had really good, award winning engineers here already. He glanced briefly at his assistant, who slid a file across the table toward me. I opened it. At the top, in bold letters was written: AA. And then a little background information was added at the bottom. I frowned slightly as I read through it. “That’s… all?” I asked. He nodded. “She is currently one of the most sought-after mechanical engineers in Europe,” he explained. “Her work in racing performance optimization is… exceptional.”

Went to find the engineers. Found eight in the first hour. Twelve by noon. Not all of them were useful. Two had been theoretical engineers, consciousness-based, working on problems that had no physical application. But six were real. Had built things with their hands before consciousness and still had the knowledge in their bodies even if the bodies were old. She put them with Pia. Pia, nine years old, took one look at them and started asking questions about load-bearing calculations that made three of the six visibly respect her and the other three visibly struggle with their own reactions.

Through the decades they perfected their new specimen. By 1985, they had created what would be the final design. They named the creatures Hish (Human Inter-Stellar Hybrids) and their characteristics were alarming. For all intents and purposes they appeared to be exactly like normal human women. They had the ability to become pregnant, they had breasts, and appeared to be woman in face and body shaped (most, in fact, were beautiful as the genes of only the best and brightest were engineered into the Hishes). However, these women also had something different. The NASA engineers who had worked on the first generation of Hishes in the 1960's had nicknamed them "dickgirls." Notwithstanding their