The PROMETHEUS Novelization Project

 CHAPTER THREE The Agenda   Dr. Shaw sat up in her pod. ‘This is the part of the job I despise most… not prepping for cryo, not staring at the boundless blackness of the space between worlds. This.’ Each time she woke from the prolonged hyper-slumber, Shaw’s body rebelled in full force against her. She swung her legs over the left side of the bed, held the foremost strands of her shoulder-length brown hair back with both hands and let loose a deep-yellow stream of vomit. ‘This is my last trip like this. I’m not doing cryo-sleep ever again,’ Shaw promised herself while in the grips of physical agony, the way an overindulged alcoholic would when waking to the pain of the next day. Before her body could eject another bout of vomit, a plastic container was thrust under her face. As she let her innards loose a second time, a complimentary hand was placed softly upon her back as she wretched. “Try to relax, Dr. Shaw. My name is David. Your body and mind are in a state of shock from the sta

CHAPTER TWO Awakenings SCIENTIFIC EXPLORATORY VESSEL : PROMETHEUS CREW : 17 DATE : DECEMBER 21, 2093 DISTANCE FROM EARTH : 39.4 LIGHT YEARS DESTINATION : Calampos moon LV-223   A monstrosity of metal, forged by the hands of mankind, cuts through the blackness of Zeta Reticuli; a  binary star system located in the Frontier in the Reticulum Constellation. The ringed gas giant Calampos, the fourth planet of the system, and its hopeful trinity of moons stood in front of the observation platform of the ship’s bridge for none of the eyes of the sixteen men and women to see. Only the seventeenth set of eyes, the artificial, grayish eyes of a synthetic, the one crew member devoid of the necessities of cryo-sleep, are there to drink in the massive sight. The man dressed in the plain gray uniforms of Weyland Corporation held no expression upon his face; unless of course expressionlessness was itself an expression. Even the most emotionally devoid of living men would have gaped at the

  CHAPTER ONE The Blue World   “Take this. This is the blood of our lord.” “We ask that this Boon might receive the last of your consecrated blood and make this world into a paradise much like our own. May his body become the dirt, may his blood become the waters. May all the life of this world be forged in his resplendent image.” In spite of the significance of ceremoniously giving birth to a new world, there is nothing in the least that would indicate any sort of joyousness in the redundant expressions worn by the tall, pale figures robed in grayish-blue; neither shared among the congregation, nor individually. Though their last grasp at creating a new Paradise would undoubtedly result in near-perfection, their efforts were just that – a last grasp. For their race, that is, the true and original elders of the Vassal, was one that was nearly dispersed into extinction. It was sparsely the aspect of age that threatened the tall, milky-skinned god-men; for they lived nearly without

  My name is William J Burkhardt, I am a twice published fiction author and an avid lover of the Alien franchise. I have read and listened to the audiobook versions of as many of the Alien books as possible, including the novelizations of each movie. Strangely enough, the one book I have found it impossible to get my hands on is the one for PROMETHEUS. This 2012 movie is arguably the possessor of the most divided responses from viewers. Personally, I really enjoy the Ridley Scott prequels and adore the fact that a single franchise can have such a breadth of material. If you are in the mood to see the Colonial Marines roll in and shoot up the place, there's plenty of that in book and movie form to enjoy. If you want a weird movie about creation and the mysteries of the universe, there's that as well. There are plenty of franchises that began one way and strayed pretty horribly from the place where they began (Star Wars, The Hobbit movies just to name the biggest offenders), but