Female Prometheus Engineer Novels & Stories

Daniel replied, not looking away from the pulsing map. “She said she’d deliver phase two.” “She will.” “Do you trust her?” Daniel finally turned, his eyes cold and unreadable. “I trust her ambition. That’s more reliable than loyalty.” Behind them, the AI core began humming. Prometheus was waking. ~~*~~ Aria studied the AI transcripts Helena decoded. The algorithm Daniel used for Prometheus didn’t behave like any normal neural net. It adapted, shifted its data language hourly, and its metadata created ghost trails—false leads. Helena called it “living camouflage.”

"I've worked for Damian for three years. I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you. It's like you're the only person in the room. Hell, the only person in the world." Heat crept up my neck. "He's just... possessive." "Obsessed," Kai corrected gently. "There's a difference." Before I could respond, he pulled up files on his main screen. "Okay, so I've been going through Matteo's digital footprint. Your brother was careful, but he left breadcrumbs." For the next three hours, we worked. Kai walked me through encrypted files, showed me patterns in communication, explained the digital trail that led to something called "Project Prometheus."

“He will secure the line.” “So the rest of us are backups,” I said, and the word tasted like ash in my mouth. “Wombs that have legs?” “That is not the word I would use,” she said, but she did not offer a better one. Her silence was answer enough. “And you should not be mentioning this. You managed to catch the Alpha’s eye faster than any other girl in this place has… if you are smart, you will know to use that. You’re a beautiful woman, and you shouldn’t let your emotions get to you… that is, unless you want to lose the benefits that you just got.”

"When classified projects start, the military escorts key scientists and engineers to secure facilities. Mrs. Preston is an aerospace engineer. She was probably recruited for one." "That makes sense." The tension in Manuel's face eased. "If you hadn't said it, I would've forgotten. Shiloh's an incredible engineer. She even helped the agency build rockets." As he said it, heaviness settled in his chest. Shiloh had always been brilliant. People loved saying girls weren't built for STEM, but she took the hardest science classes in high school without blinking. She studied late, scored a perfect 1600 on the SAT, graduated valedictorian, and won a major national science competition.

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.”

Now here she was at 22, an Assistant Professor of Engineering, greatly admired and respected among her peers, but she had never been able to find that one woman that could make her happy. That is until now. She had known it when she first laid eyes on Elena. Everything she had ever hoped for and dreamed about, except one thing; Elena wasn't gay. Before she started crying herself, she pushed her legs up straight, pointing her toes at the ceiling and then slowly dropped one foot and then the next and stood up.

These were those that worked for him but weren't officially part of his house for one reason or another. Bringing up the rear was Travis McNeil, the head security guy from Prometheus, and all of Shane's human security forces. The werebear looked every bit as massive now as the last time they'd met, and he wound up settling against the wall next to her. He nodded to her, but didn't say anything. Shamira appreciated his silence.

They were surrounded by the last surviving engineers from the Genesis Program. “Are you sure?” Wraith asked. “This isn’t just war, it’s annihilation.” Alma looked toward the rising sun. “No,” she said. “This is salvation.” She turned back to the team. “We’re building Prometheus.”

Ragini said. "Ragini! You go inside," Sumi ordered. "Don't you have any shame? You pretend to be a decent girl but you are a cheap and characterless girl. You spent a whole night with a random guy? Shame on you," Sumi said, pushing Swara while her voice dripped with disgust. "Maa..." Swara said out of shock. "This video is proof of all your cheap activities," Sumi said out of disgust. Ragini ran to Swara to help her.

She looked terrified but determined. "Who are you?" Elara gasped, pushing herself up from the floor. "Someone who doesn't want to see a black hole open at the bottom of the Pacific," the woman whispered. "I’m Mina. I’m the lead structural engineer for the containment housing. Follow me, or the automated turrets (self-aiming, stationary guns) will finish what the core started." They scrambled into a narrow maintenance crawlspace (a shallow space under a floor or ceiling used for access to wires and pipes) just as the laboratory’s main lights surged back to life. Red strobes began to pulse, and the sound of heavy security boots thudded against the deck plates above.