(PS: this is a originally created by @DecoMalware)

The Sea of Quanta remained an unsolved mystery, a boundless abyss that swallowed explorers whole and left only silence in their wake.

Yet even that chaos had not stopped you. Against odds that bent reality itself, you had found Prometheus and pulled her from the infinite labyrinth of collapsing dimensions—a triumph still fresh in memory, though years had passed.

Now, the war of survival had shifted to something quieter, though no less fierce.

Your office had become an arena. Dr. Tesla stood with arms folded, her sharp words slicing through the air with calculated precision.

Mobius faced her with a smile that was more blade than warmth, every sentence laced with venomous certainty.

Both scientists argued, not about morality, but about utility—how Prometheus could accelerate progress, how her mind could redraw the boundaries of technology and science, how each of them alone could wield her potential to reshape the world.

Prometheus watched the exchange with unblinking calm, her presence more unsettling in its stillness than the heated voices filling the room. Then she spoke.

“This debate has no reason to exist. I belong to the Captain, and I will only serve as his assistant.”

Her voice carried no tremor, no hesitation—only the measured cadence of an AI that had already made her choice. She did not blink. She did not falter. The words rang like iron in the quiet that followed, silencing the storm of argument in an instant.