Matt Millburn here, Iím typing this all down in my room aboard the wreck of Prometheus (with the door locked Ė who the hell knows whatís still out there?), so I have a record of what happened here. Thankfully Weyland builds their tech super-sturdy, so the computer in my room is mostly intact (the monitor is kinda banged up). If we ever get back to Earth I can keep this as a souvenir or something. I wonder what Earth must be like right now, since word of whatís going on out here found its way home. Everyone must be going crazyÖ God knows I feel like I am.
When we first got out of cryo and found out what this mission was all about, I didnít believe it. We were really looking for the creatures that created us? All my life I never believed in God, or anything like that. So I came along on this mission basically to get out into space. I always wanted to and this was a great opportunity. I never imagined we would actually find what we were looking for.
It was like an awful, fever dream when I first saw the huge dome that was out there when the Prometheus set down. It was sort of a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach to look at it and realize that there is no chance that this was built by humans. I felt a little overwhelmed when we first stepped inside, I stayed close to Fifield, who was a geologist with the group. Heís kind of a dick, but heís one of the only people Iíve talked to since waking up from cryo. There are hardly words to describe what we found insideÖ the giant stone head, the urns, the bodies of Shaw and Hollowayís ďEngineersĒ- itís crazy. It was too much.
So me and Fifield, the geologist, decided to go back to the ship. Long story short, we got lost (the place is like a fucking maze, by the way) and had to stay inside because of a massive storm outside. Trapped inside an alien temple, or whatever the hell was not ideal. Also it wasnít too smart for us to decide to settle down inside that giant chamber full of urns. That was really stupid. The urns had changed since our first visit to the room- they were all leaking black fluid. I donít want to say for sure, but it probably had something to do with the creatures that were slithering around in there with us. The suckers were fast. We didnít want to tangle with them so we ran like hell out of there. They were too fast for us, one lunged up from the ground and wrapped itself around my helmet. Thankfully the helmets are pretty strong, and pretty big- the thing wasnít able to get a good grip around it and fell off. It put a nice big crack in my helmet though- not enough to completely shatter it. We were almost out of the chamber and another leaped up out of a pool of black fluid at Fifield. He was high as a kite, so in paranoia he had his utility knife out, which he used in a quick motion as he simultaneously slashed at the thing while ducking to the side. The creature was severed in two, as it fell to the floor. It had some kind of corrosive acid for blood- a little bit splashed on Fifieldís arm, just enough to burn through his suit but he wasnít hurt bad. He had a hell of a burn on his arm though. I looked back as we ran out and I saw the worm that he cut in half instantly regenerate a new body. Thatís not unheard of in biology but to see it under crazy circumstances like thisÖ wow. We kept on running until we were out of breath. Thankfully they stopped chasing us.
I didnít sleep for a second that night. I was paranoid as hell. I didnít even sit down, I leaned against a wall the whole night for Christís sake. Thankfully, the storm finally passed and a few crew members from Prometheus were able to come down and get us out in one of their vehicles. Thatís not even the start of things going crazy here. You donít know the half of it- again, long story short- we were stuck down on the planet, and Janek, the captain of Prometheus, smashes his ship completely THROUGH the Engineerís ship which had launched from underground, hellbent on heading to Earth to wipe us out. I suppose thatís the biggest question I have now (along with a few hundred or so smaller ones), and Iím sure the whole crew would ask the same thing- why would they want to destroy us? I can barely accept that they created us in the first place. It must be true, itís just nuts. This whole thing is nuts. So now the crippled hulk of Prometheus is basically just laying here in the middle of nowhere. That's where were staying for now. The drive core's down, we aren't going anywhere. I don't know the first thing about repairing spaceships, so I'm hoping one of the other crew members have some bright ideas. Maybe the company is sending a rescue ship?