[ WP ] Mythological stories are just an attempt by ignorant humans who watched and described from their point of view the advanced humans/aliens with their scientific gadgets , space ships , weapons , etc . Pick your favorite mythological story and/or character ( s ) and turn it into a science fiction story .

I was used to the chains now, as they had begun to feel like a metallic blanket on my skin. The height of the hill provided me with the liberty of gazing upon the pleasing, luscious landscape that sprawled out before my eyes, yet it still seems a prison to me, as the chains wear on my skin as a reminder of my crime. 
 
 I saw a small figure across the way, heading directly toward me. It was a ways out in the distance, but I had all the time in the world. I watched its ever-so slow ascent, preparing myself for first contact. It finally climbed the final hill, and stood in front of me. It was human, of a dark complexion and brownish hair. It gawked at me in awe, considering I was about five to six feet taller and much larger than it. It then began communicating in an archaic language I could not understand. Even in my punishment, however, my sight implant was not taken from me, and so I was able to look far ahead and quickly decipher the basic syntax and diction of the language. 
 
 `` What are you,'' it asked tentatively, `` and why are you chained to this rock?'' 
 
 `` I am not like you,'' I responded, `` and I am chained for my crime.'' 
 
 It shifted uneasily. We stared at each other for quite some time before it spoke again, as it simply stood there gawking at my unusual physique. 
 
 `` What is your crime?'' it inquired. It would be difficult to explain to this human the exact nature of my crime. How do I explain to it that I was tried for my unethical experimentation, when it had just barely began cogitating and becoming conscious? How do I explain to it that I was sentenced here for manipulating its own genetic code to synthesize consciousness and meta-cognition and disrupting the course of its evolution? The Ethics Committee and the Public condemned me for my grand experiment, for breaking some universal and ethical standard that consciousness should arise on its own. How am I supposed to explain that to a creature that has not an idea what lay above the atmosphere, or, for that matter, what lay past the oceans? 
 
 It stared into my cold, future-seeing, gray eyes awaiting a response. I steadied my all-seeing gaze onto him, looking him coldly in the eyes. 
 
 `` I gave you fire.'' 

