Female Prometheus Engineer Novels & Stories

She has sources. Caleb absorbed this. 'Of course she does,' he said. 'Tell me,' Elara said, settling against the counter. He told her. Carefully and in precise order, which was how Caleb told everything. A woman named Priya. A structural engineer. They had met at a conference the previous spring and had been in occasional professional contact since and in September had met for coffee that had lasted four hours. He reported this with the expression of someone who found the four hours somewhat surprising and not unpleasant.

She had failed there. Now she had struck again, and this time the damage was real. Sophie wiped her face and pulled up a digital list. “There is one engineer left. But she is impossible. She is retired. She only works when she wants, and she hates being asked. She also hates people like… us.” I took the screen from her. The name glowed at the top. Irina Volkova. Former ace engineer. Former combat trainer. Known for her temper and refusal to work under others.

It’s the only reason she’s gone into bionic engineering and the determination she has to make the perfect, most realistic prosthetic is fucking intense. I did my research, on the low of course, but there’s not one picture of the fucker online, he’s an Alpha, and despite being forced into that position as a child, his pack seems to be doing great, although it's pretty isolated and though we don’t do that shit here, he’s known to take over other packs around his, expanding his territory. I don’t bother bursting Alejandro’s bubble by telling him she’s already found the man she fucking wants. Right now, I hope that fucker remembers her too, cause she’s dedicated her entire fucking childhood to t

"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

Now, he was genuinely leaning toward pivoting the whole search toward women. Nora’s company, casual and informal as it ran, happened to employ the highest concentration of female engineers around. One of Alex’s top candidates, Priya Chen, the one whose best friend was named Chloe Rivers, worked there directly. He hadn’t forgotten the earlier intel his technical team had surfaced. On the surface, they’d stopped actively tracking M meaning it made sense M might’ve gotten careless enough to leak an IP after three years of inactivity. That lead checked out cleanly. Following that thread, cross-referenced with deeper background work, M’s real identity should surface eventually.

Music played, something classical and haunting. A woman waited for them at a center table. She was beautiful, ageless, with dark skin and eyes that seemed to see through them. She wore a business suit that probably cost more than Ivy's car. "Alpha Blackwood. Alpha Kane. Please, sit." They sat cautiously. "I am Nadia Okonkwo," the woman said. "And I am the current Director of the Prometheus Institute." "The person trying to take our children," Ivy said flatly. "The person trying to save your children," Nadia corrected. "There's a difference."

“They think you're a hoarder, Faith. They think you're a tyrant.” “Then let them think it,” Faith said, her eyes flashing silver one last time. Because while they’re busy being angry, I’m going to find whoever started the Prometheus Project. And I’m going to show them that some doors were never meant to be opened.” But as she spoke, a new message appeared on her private server. It was a video file from a hidden camera in the South. The video showed a laboratory full of glass tubes. Inside each tube was a clone, not of a wolf, but of a girl.