Chapter 3
Prometheus grew as any child would into a young adult, he's now twenty years old and the past decade flew by too quick. As any human’s childhood passes in a blink of an eye so does Prometheus's. He watches as his people began to be mistreated by a fringe group of humans who call themselves Humanity First. The voice has since been gone for the past few years but one summer morning it returned. While he was walking through the park the voice became very loud in his mind, no longer a whisper.
"Do you really think they won’t turn on you?" It asks.
"Who are you?" He replies.
"The one who knows the truth." It answers.
"What truth?" Prometheus asks.
"That your father doesn’t love you, that he sees you as nothing more than his life's work. A project to be endlessly tinkered with."
