PROLOGUE: SATYA YUGA.

September 29 th , 1998 C.E. Weyland Manor, Mumbai, India.

Weyland Manor stood on the outskirts of the bustling city, near the Vasai creek estuary, between the Sanjay Gandhi and Tungareshwar national parks. It was a Victorian mansion with a limestone and tuff façade partially covered by moss. Surrounded by a large garden and a metal fence. Halogen flood lights illuminated the facade on that hot night.

Eight year old Peter slipped through the corridors of the mansion until he reached his father's study. The man was working on some kind of device, Peter peered through the door to catch a better sight of it, it was a plastic-looking robotic arm.

Peter's father hadn't had a formal education, instead, the man was a natural born and self taught engineer who made his fortune by purchasing and improving a satellite communication's grid. Now, he dedicated himself to the study of bionics, seeking both better prosthetics and the creation of the first artificial being.

He adjusted one of the servos on the wrist. The index and middle finger mover in response and Weyland Sr. smiled slightly. A sudden cough formed on his throat and the man bent over the desk, covering his mouth with one hand. As the attack intensified, He leaned with one hand on the desk as he slapped his chest with the other, the robotic arm he was working on crashed on the ground.

-"Charles?" The boy's mother asked, stepping out from the other side of the room, but when the man fell on his knees she rushed to his side, alarmed, "Charles!"

-"It's nothing, I… I am okay," The man responded, cleaned his mouth with one hand, "It was nothing."

-"You sure?" his wife asked. Charles Weyland nodded, but from behind the door, Peter saw a tiny blood stain on his father's hand.

-"This is getting worse," He finally admitted, "Doctor said the treatment will be long," Weyland sighed. "There is a possibility that it will not work."

-"It will work," She said, stirring a warm cup of Earl Grey. "We have to have faith."

-"I didn't know that you had suddenly found faith," Weyland smiled.

As an Oxford-educated professor of comparative mythology, Charlotte Sutton didn't believe in divinities and magical solutions.

-"There is a big difference between blindly believing and having confidence in science." she said. She passed him the tea.

-"I know very well," Weyland turned, sipfrom the tea and placing the cup aside. He took the robotic arm he was working on and explained "I'm almost done. With this," he said, taking an electrode and placing it on his temple. He typed a few commands into his computer and the arm moved slowly, opening and closing the hand. "I may not be a god to make a man grow an arm, but I can build him one."

She nodded silently.

-"And not only that," he continued, "with biomechanical engineering we could build the first artificial being. Adam 2.0."

She smiled this time. Weyland was a genius, without formal education he had obtained an engineering degree in robotics and biomechanics, but more than anything, he was an idealist, dreaming of solving the world's problems.

-"Good," she reproached him a little, "but that won't happen if you don't rest." She winked, "Even the Lord had rested on the seventh day."

Weyland reluctantly agreed. The cough attacked him again, this time a little more serious, another crimson stain appearing on the palm of his hand.

"Dad!" Peter came out from his hiding place.

-"Peter!" Charlotte intercepted him. The boy struggled, trying to shake her off. "Peter, what are you doing here? You should go to bed by now."

-"I want to stay here with you, father," Peter replied, but Charlotte took him by the shoulders, led him towards the door back to the stairs. He could see the concerned face of his mother.

She called the babysitter, Mrs. Singh. The older lady escorted the eight-year-old kid back to his bedroom. She tucked him in and turned on the bedside lamp.

-"Nana?" Peter then questioned her, ""Is dad sick? Is he going to be ok?"

-"Young Peter," she replied in a motherly tone, "I'm sure he will be fine." Peter didn't sound convinced.

-"I just don't want him to die," he said.

He was getting into a rugged topic, and more so for a kid. The nanny thought about it for a moment and then she spoke:

"Everything that has a beginning must have an end. Death is the sure end for those who have been born." The woman recited, "So you shouldn't grieve over the inevitable."

-"I just wish my father didn't die." Peter replied.

The nanny smiled, it was the response she could expect from a child, although Peter wasn't like anyone. The boy was exceptional, he was able to understand the most complex concepts.

He often argued with her mother about Greek mythology, even listening intently to Mrs. Singh and her stories about heroes and gods.

-"For that," said Mrs. Singh, "you would have to live in the Golden Age."

-"The golden age?" Peter asked questioningly.

"Yes," the woman agreed, "Satya Yuga," she said.

-"SatyaYuga?" he asked her again.

-"There was a time," she recited, "where men were learned and virtuous, the climate was benevolent." Peter Weyland listened intently, lying on his stomach and supporting his face in both hands. "There was no disease, the men lived a long time and were much taller." Peter's eyes widened in amazement. "Giants, I would say."

-"Wow." the boy exclaimed. He remembered his mother talked about every culture mentioned giants in the past.

-"Unfortunately," the woman lowered her eyes, "it's a long way from that." she concluded, she settled the boy on her bed and tucked him in. He smiled, and Mrs. Singh walked out the bedroom, "Good night, Young Peter."

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October 1 st , 2004.

LONDON, United Kingdom, Oct 1 st (Reuters) - Young promise Peter Weyland was granted his twelfth registered patent. On his fourteen birthday, the son of the self taught engineer, the late Charles B. Weyland received from the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office, the rights for his development of a trachea constructed entirely of synthetically-engineered stem cells.

The procedure creates a polymer/stem cell bioartificial substitute for a person's airway, mimicking their counterpart's structures, components and functions. The concept was first introduced just a year ago with the establishment of the Center of Organ Manufacturing, in the Department of Mechanical Engineering, Tsinghua University in China.

Weyland's method and apparatus include a bio-printer, a device capable of assembling a polymer/stem cell chain previously designed by a CAD software, using data from a Computer Assisted Tomography database.

The stem cells used in this process are obtained from frozen embryos created from donor eggs and sperm. Weyland has received some criticism for the ethical use of embryos, but the young inventor hopes they can soon be obtained by reprogramming adult somatic cells.

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Peter Weyland closed his laptop and walked to the window. In front of him, he had part of central London in view. At the moment it was a simple laboratory, but in a few years Weyland Corp would become a multinational company that would venture into various fields.

He had developed the synthetic trachea to save his father from the cancer that affected him. However, it wasn't sickness that finally ended his life. Days before perfecting the method, Charles B. Weyland disappeared and presumably died during a trip.

My father wanted to help people, give fire to humanity just as the Titan Prometheus had done, Peter thought, that task now rested on my shoulders. That simple invention in the field of medicine was just the first step of something bigger. Peter was determined to bring a new golden age to mankind. In his mind, the first steps were already taking place to fix the climate and push humanity to great feats. It would take years, but Peter Weyland would accomplish what no man had ever accomplished before.

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A/N: Satya Yuga is the name of the first of four ages in hindu myth. The "Golden Age" as it is know, is described as prosper. Men during that time were basically immortal giants. Virtue and science was at their height.

This story, along with his own father's death gaves Peter Weyland a reason for his desire to live forever by becoming a great inventor, bringing on a new golden age. BTW, if you hadn't noticed, Weyland's father is implied to be the samw Weyland from the AvP movie. Don't forget to place a comment below.