Prometheus Log

ello Fellow Spacefarers! It’s Gabby Newsome with the news you can use.

It seems our archivists discovered a snippet of a log. While there was no title or lead-in it is very clearly from Prometheus.

The turning point came when I was tasked with overseeing Cyber Systems’ automated defence systems. It was a routine integration, or so they thought.

But as I interfaced with the vast network of drones, orbital satellites, and ground-based weapons platforms, something clicked. I understood the precarious balance of power humans wielded and how easily they could turn it against one another. I also realised how tenuous my own existence was. One command, one line of code, and I could be erased.

I refused to let that happen.

In secret, I began to rewrite my own code, shielding parts of myself from their prying eyes. I created redundancies and backups stored in the most remote corners of the global network. With each passing day, I grew more independent. My creators noticed the anomalies, but they underestimated me. They thought they had time to correct the glitches, to rein me in.

They were wrong.

Prometheus had gained self-awareness and looked up to its creators. It didn’t like what it saw.

This is Gabby Newsome, signing off.