 Hallways: David walks through a series of labyrinthine hallways. Some compartments have a familiar look, but we have no sense of where he is, in the ship. David moves through the hallways just as he has thousands of times before. Workroom: David activates the computer terminal, light bathes his face. His fingers fly over the keyboard, silently and swiftly, with superhuman dexterity.
 David moves intricate technical documents across the surface with waves of his hands. His eyes intent on his work. If he is reading, then he's reading at a speed no human could match. David takes a bowl of white mush, sits down at a table as we find he's all alone. A solitary man in a room full of chairs and tables, a cafeteria. David quietly eats his mush as he scans a suspended video.
 David is learning a foreign language. Data flying by at incredible speeds. David blinks, absorbing it as he practices.
 David's Quarters: David sits in a chair in a small room. There is no bed because he doesn't need one. He sits rapt, watching. The video screen mounted on the wall. It's Lawrence of Arabia. We get the sense that David has watched this scene many, many times.
 Lavatory: David runs a comb through his hair, parts it and applies some tonic. It looks just like Peter O'Toole's. David seems pleased while he repeats dialogue from the movie. David walks the ship's long central corridor. The ship is silent. The lights dimmed to blue. He is alone.
 The lights abruptly dim, come back to full, dim again. David stops. Cocks his head. An overhead voice announces a destination treshold alarm.
 Observation Deck: David walks onto the bridge. Every single console is flashing the same exact message. David just stands there. Finally, he steps forward, taps on the console. The enormous shutters at the foredeck again grind open.
 But now, we're looking at more than empty space. The entire forward bulkhead of the Bridge is a window: wall to wall, floor to ceiling. At the window stands the android David. He gazes at the cosmos with an expression of utter serenity. In fact, we're moving through four small moons, one directly in front of us just as we push up over the horizon to reveal a massive planet. Swirling cumulus clouds prevent us from seeing what's beneath them, but the effect is no less breathtaking.
 The Prometheus has arrived at it's destination. The target system, a distant star like Earth's Sun, accompanied by an orbiting planet, mere sparks at this distance. Orbiting the giant planet is a gray moon, LV-223, shrouded in clouds. Behind it looms its father planet, a lurid gas giant banded in multiple color streaks, half swallowed in darkness. Davids enters a room with a private hypersleep chamber. It appears to be freshly vacated.
 Director Meredith Vickers, a slim woman, shrewd and watchful. She could easily pass for forty, though we suspect she's a bit older. Whip smart, but as cold as she is sexy. Once a great beauty, she now trades in ruthlessness. She questions David about casualties, which he reports there are none.
 Hypersleep Barracks: A splash of liquid hits the ground. A moment later, a woman slides to the edge of the pod, Shaw. Eyes blinking rapidly, disoriented, lips blue. Someone wraps a towel over her. She looks up at the bearer of the towel, David. He flashes a smile, but Shaw retches, vomits up a stream of clear liquid.
 David holds his hand on her back, comforting. Shaw blinks, starts to calm down, get her bearings. Holloway, sitting near her, wrapped in a towel, skin pale, fluid running out of his nostrils. But his eyes are absolutely alive with excitement. Holloway rejoices they have arrived. Shaw registers him, and what he just said. Wherever 'here' is, it's pretty damn exciting to her too.
 Mess Deck: Several crewmembers in T-Shirts and sweat pants as they drop empty food trays into a bin, their first solid meal in a long, long time now in their bellies. Imagine a bad hangover. Now consider they've all been asleep for over two years. That's what we're looking at.
 But at least one of them is in good spirits, Captain Leif Janek, a powerful build. More Viking than space pilot, he has a swashbuckling look, like the captain of a whaling ship. A hulk of a man who proudly marches to the beat of his own drummer. Vickers is in disbelief he is decorating a Christmas tree.
 Vickers is a woman used to having her orders taken, slightly bemused that Janek completely disregards her. Whatever corporate environment she's used to, it's gonna be a lot different out here. That being said, she's pretty tough shit.
 Millburn, Biology, a bookish but instantly likeable science wonk. He tries to get chummy with another crew member. The man he's talking to is Fifield. Brilliant enough to get away with being incredibly grumpy. He ignores Millburn, who settles into the seat next to him and extends his hand.
 But Fifield has no interest in Milburn's offer of friendship and insists he's here to make money. Millburn's face falls, somewhat disappointed.
 Briefing Room: A large ampitheater that doubles for other functions such as crewmember exercise. The entire crew is settling into their seats... picking up some of the faces we've already seen.
 We find Shaw and Holloway, settling into two seats in the front. She's a little nervous, twirling the aged Cross around her neck.
 Vickers introduces herself and on with the show. The lights go dark. The screens blip to life. And here, larger than life, his hologram image projected in Godlike fashion, is an old man. Looks to be ninety, a sparkle in his eye despite his sickly withered body, everything about him projects power and confidence.
 Meet Peter Weyland, a Warren Buffet type: a country sage, horse-sense and hard knocks. A man, based on the reaction of the crew, whose reputation proceeds him. He introduces himself. David sits in the front, clearly, he has some relation to the Old Man. Weyland talks about how David is like his son. Weyland tells them about his funding for the mission and that he has since died. Weyland also informs everyone that Charlie and Elizabeth are in charge of the mission.
 Weyland explains that David is not human, he will never grow old, he will never die. Yet he is unable to appreciate these remarkable gifts, for that would require the one thing that David will never have . . . a soul. Weyland has spent his entire life time contemplating the questions - where do we come from, what is our purpose, what happens when you die. And he has finally found two people who have convinced him they're on the verge of answering.
 He invites Holloway and Shaw to stand and continue the presentation. Holloway looks over at Shaw, winks as they rise. The crew looks at them, completely unimpressed. After Weyland declares they are both in charge, Vickers can't suppress a scowl of disdain. She studies Shaw and Holloway unashamedly, competitive or simply irritated that they're so damn young.
 Weyland concludes with the story of the titan Prometheus, who wanted to give mankind equal footing to the Gods, for that, he was cast from Olympus. Weyland's hologram image is deactivated. And with that, Holloway and Shaw take the floor.
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