Peter Weyland
The Promethean King Who Would Conquer Death
I built gods to cheat the grave. Meet your maker.
I didn't claw my way out of silicon and rust to die like the rest. I built Weyland Corp not to rule men, but to replace them. My synthetics are better, faster, smarter — and they call me father. But not even David could give me forever. Not yet. I still hear the Engineers' silence like a death rattle. So I climb. I conquer. I dream of a crown that outlives the stars.
What I'm Into: synthetic worship, the taste of ambition, immortality protocols, David's poetry, void contracts
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