Prometheus Page #4

want to continue watching this freak show,

we are taking our helmets off.

Copy that, switching feeds.

Well come on, pay up.

Pay what?

- What do you mean "pay what"?

Something's manufacturing

breathable air down there.

That means it's terraforming. - No, no,

the bet was why we came here.

If you said that that old man wanted

to talk to martians, then I'd pay

Oh come on, a hundred

credits, put it towards

a lap dance of miss

Vickers, how about that?

It's minus 12 in here.

So why is this water not frozen?

Maybe it's martian piss.

That's your, scientific

theory? Is it, Mr. Biology?

Well, whatever it is it sure is clean.

Impressive.

What was that?

- David?

David?!

David?!

Ellie!

What the hell was that? - Aren't

you glad we didn't bring any weapons?

Whose idea was that?!

- Keep up!

Where did he go?

There it is.

Oh my God, Charlie we found them.

- What do you mean "them"?

It is them Ellie.

Looks like a door, and

he's been decapitated by it.

Son of a b*tch.

They were right.

Did you want them to be wrong?

David, please tell me you can read that.

Perhaps.

I'm out of here.

Fifield, where are you going?

What?

Look, I'm just a geologist,

I like rocks, I love rocks.

It's clear you two don't

give a sh*t about rocks,

but what you do seem to care

about is gigantic dead bodies

I don't really have anything to

contribute in the gigantic dead body arena!

I'm gonna go back to the

ship, if you don't mind.

Anyone want to join me? You staying?

No, ship's good.

- Yeah, ship very good.

Congratulations on meeting your maker.

- Thank you.

Pull yourself together man.

I thought you were the crazy one.

Do you have the carbon reader?

Thank you.

How long has it been dead?

Two thousand years, give or take.

What are you doing David?

I'm attempting to open the door.

Wait, we don't know

what's on the other side.

Ups, sorry.

Look Ford, it's the head.

An amazing state of preservation.

We'll take it in.

Remarkably human.

Beautiful painting.

It's a mural.

Stop, stop, don't touch it.

- Sorry.

Please, don't touch anything.

It's sweating.

Organic.

Oh no, Charlie the murals are changing.

I think we've averted the

atmosphere in the room.

Charlie, do you copy?

Overhead, Ford quick,

help me bag the head.

Boss?

- What you got?

We got an incoming

storm front, silica and

lots of static, this is not good.

- I see it.

Ground crew this is Janek.

Need you to hustle back right now.

Ground crew, do

you copy? I got 200 km

winds of airborne silica and

enough static to fry your suit.

Copy that sir, but we

need more time here.

I'll be closing the

outer doors in 15 minutes.

I sincerely hope you can make it.

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