Prometheus himself—the Titan who made us, befriended us, and championed us—continues to endure his terrible punishment: shackled to the side of a mountain he is visited each day by a bird of prey that soars down out of the sun to tear open his side, pull out his liver, and eat it before his very eyes. Since he is immortal, the liver regenerates overnight, only for the torment to repeat the next day. And the next. Prometheus, whose name means Forethought, has prophesized that now that fire is in the world of man, the days of the gods are numbered. Zeus’s rage at his friend’s disobedience
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