In the meantime, Adam glared at Prometheus and the spectral window hovering before him, fists clenched and teeth gritted.
[Congratulations on surviving thirteen years away from Earth!]
[Memory recovery protocol available.]
[Do you wish to remember your life on Earth? Yes/No]
"I'm before you. You don't have to use the system to ask," he sneered, pressing no without thinking. He had already said it; he was not Prometheus but himself, a different and unique individual. "You can continue calling yourself Prometheus because I'm the real Adam now!"
Despite his brave front, he knew Prometheus could obliterate him in a breath if things went south. Yet, he refused to be assimilated.
"I know. I gave you my name already," Prometheus answered, raising his hand feebly towards him.
Following the movement, the screen's text shifted, and more notifications appeared.
Thank you for the 4 Golden tickets, Tristen_Gandy!