[ WP ] `` Zeus ! Stop this madness ! ''

Zeus was a very curious being, he loved to sit and watch. Recently, these creatures had caught his attention. Prometheus had given them the flame, and he had paid dearly. However, what really intrigued Zeus was what they did with it. The creatures, he did n't know what to call them, had used the flame for survival. It gave them heat in the cold and made certain things edible. He sat and watched them for centuries, then, he noticed something. The began to... grow. Not just physically, but mentally. They first made weapons; swords, bows, the usual arsenal. They put their new toys to good use. 
 
 Zeus sat back, reflecting on what he had seen. Through the centuries, they made more and more advances. They called it `` science.'' This led to the practice of `` medicine'', it allowed them to prolong their life. Millennium to millennium, they grew, and it bothered him. Eventually, they became so self-aware that they acknowledged his existence, he could stay hidden no longer. When will they stop? Why did they continue to advance themselves? They knew that their days were numbered, right? What if they became immortal? The came from a god, so did that mean they become like a god? 
 
 It all made sense now. He understood what their endgame was. They would not stop until they became like them, like him. Zeus was not one to let his temper get out of control, but this was a rare moment. He knew what he had to do, but he would have some fun with it. 
 
 Zeus walked to the rock on which Prometheus was tortured day and night. He called off the crows that pecked at the Titan's flesh. 
 
 `` Why have you come here, Zeus?'' Speaking was now an achievement for the Titan, as his vocal cords had not fully healed. `` You started this, you started them...'' Zeus said, 
 
 `` The Humans?'' 
 
 `` The creatures that you created, they want to overthrow us, take away our power!'' 
 
 `` And why do you think that?'' 
 
 `` Naive as always, you ca n't even see the intentions of your own creation.'' 
 
 `` Why are you really here, Zeus?'' 
 
 `` I've decided to kill them, kill them all, and I want you to watch.'' 
 
 A huge sphere of fire appeared before them. 
 
 `` You gave them the flame, Prometheus. You gave them the flame, to give them life. I will also give them the flame, but this time, it will bring death.'' 
 
 Zeus extended his hand towards the sun, and flares erupted from its surface. 
 
 `` When this flame dies, so will the creatures. I will let them live for a while longer, let them realize their coming death.'' 
 
 `` Zeus, stop.'' 
 
 `` Let them try to stop it, only to know their efforts are in vain.'' 
 
 `` Zeus, they've done nothing to you! Please, here me!'' 
 
 `` Let them flee their home, only to find that they are still dependent on their flame.'' 
 
 `` Zeus!'' Prometheus begged. 
 
 `` You will sit here, and watch the very thing that you gave them, to be the very thing that brings their demise. 
 
 `` Zeus! Stop this madness!'' 
 
 Zeus walked away, and with a raise of hand, the crows returned to their eternal victim. The sun still burning.
