Female Prometheus Engineer Novels & Stories

"Alone, like we requested. Says he has three hours before his people start wondering where he is." "Three hours is enough." Dimitri checked his gun....loaded, safety on, comfortable weight against his ribs. "You confirmed the intel about his wife?" "Triple confirmed. She is receiving treatment at Ospedale San Giovanni. The facility has direct ties to Prometheus Laboratories, equipment, funding, personnel. She's not just a patient. She's a test subject." Marco pulled up medical records. "Stage 4 ovarian cancer. Experimental immunotherapy protocol. Survival rate unknown because they're still testing it. On her."

Abilities active and controlled because transformation completion included training protocols embedded at neural level. I was prototype. Fully realized. Completely evolved. Absolutely trapped in existence I couldn't escape. Subject Seven stared. "Eva?" "I'm here. I'm whole. I'm—" I looked at my hands. At the quantum energy that flickered naturally. At the body that had become weapon whether I wanted it or not. "I'm what Elena designed. What The Council wants. What Prometheus wants. What everyone wants except me." Outside, vehicles approached. Council on one side. Prometheus on the other. Both converging on location where fully realized Generation One prototype existed. Both ready to capture.

"And something else. Something about genetic modification. Enhancement protocols beyond what they did to me." Maria's intake of breath was sharp enough to cut. "Project Prometheus. The next phase." At our questioning looks, she elaborated, "Michael mentioned it once. Said it would make human evolution look like a rough draft." The sun cleared the horizon fully now, flooding the cliffside with golden light that felt incongruously beautiful given the darkness of our conversation. Griffin stretched in the warmth like a cat, momentarily just a teenage boy enjoying the simple pleasure of sunshine. "So," he said with the pragmatism that reminded me of both his parents, "Switzerland?"

On the seventh day, they found something. "There is a facility," Gaia reported. "Approximately two hundred miles from here. It is owned by a shell corporation that is owned by another shell corporation, traced back to an organization called Prometheus. They have been operating for decades, completely off-grid, with no digital footprint. I only found them because one of their suppliers made a mistake—a delivery logged in a system they thought was secure." Lyra studied the images Gaia projected. The facility was vast—multiple buildings, guarded perimeters, satellite dishes pointed at the sky. It looked like a military base crossed with a research center.

What the f*CK? His wife is a criminal! How in the world did she fabricate her résumé and make it seem so authentic? Wait. When he recognized the name she had used on the document, he stopped. Regina Rivers. His face twitched several times because he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Regina Rivers is an anonymous engineer. World best to be precise.

The tension was palpable as everyone worked under the weight of the recent threats. One of the engineers, a young woman named Clara, approached Paulina with a cautious smile. “I’ve been working on integrating the latest schematics into the system,” Clara said, holding up a tablet. “We’re making progress, but we’ll need more data to complete the energy matrix.” Paulina reviewed the work, her admiration for the team’s dedication growing. “You’ve done incredible work, Clara. Keep pushing forward. We’re close I can feel it.” Clara nodded, her determination matching Paulina’s. “We won’t let you down.”

“Keep talking.” Solaris snapped her fingers. “Chief Engineer!” A woman in her late thirties jogged over, dark hair tied back with a gold strip, eyes sharp and tired. “High Monarch.” Solaris gestured to Alessia. “You will brief them on WING-01. Give them all you can spare.” The engineer nodded once, then appraised the group with a swift glance. “So these are my lunatics.” Ianthe looked impressed. “She gets it.”

“No. It’s okay, Engineer Sean. You’re beautiful and sexy. Even I was speechless because you look so hot in that black robe.” El Sandra hissed in a low voice. I chuckled slightly, glancing at El Sandra. “Aw, thank you, Beverly.” "Just Bev, Engineer Sean. Actually, I’m a big fan of yours. That’s why I also took up Civil Engineering. ‘Cause I want to follow in your footsteps." "Oh, really?” I glanced again at El Sandra, who was sitting opposite me. “I’m very flattered, Bev. I believe you can reach what I’ve achieved.”

They are the Infinitum Alpha… and the Elders of the Moon. "Did you truly think I would allow you to take my daughter, Prometheus?" Solaris challenged, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. The room crackled with raw energy. Dominica blazed with a fiery intensity, her crimson hair mirroring the flames. Dmitri, his imposing frame radiating power, emitted an aura of barely contained rage. Prometheus, though surrounded, remained unfazed. His mocking smile never faltered, his confidence unwavering. I am afraid no one is backing down.

“At the very least, I need to study the code and turn it into a full-fledged intelligence. Imagine piloting your experimental core with Prometheus installed.” Eva immediately began to drool. She imagined the energies of a Promethean Merge, but combined with the absolute agility of her spherical core. “Yes, please,” was all she could say. “What the hell’s Prometheus,” asked Lucifer. “And why’re you two acting like it’s the best thing ever?” “Imagine flying Eris’ core,” Eva answered. “Okay.”