I addressed that in the rest of the post. You still need to get to your destination in one piece, in which case some competent crew, biologists, and geologists might come in handy.
I was just watching a retrospective on the 1969 Apollo 11 lunar landing. Upon returning safely to the Earth July 24, the three astronauts spent 18 days in quarantine. This was a reasonable protocol created by scientists for new circumstances with unknown agents or consequences that highlights one aspect of Prometheus's weak script that makes no effort to imbue its scientists with the requisite, believable and characteristic common sense intelligence.
What mega-wealthy industrialist, on the last leg of his already extended life, on an unprecedented journey to visit his creator on an alien planet so that they may grant him the key to immortality, populates his experimental vessel with the crew of the SS Minnow?
Why then put your life in the hands of a bunch of incompetents on a journey where so many things can so easily go wrong and there's literally no margin of error because you're about to die of extreme old age? Going to meet your gods doesn't mean the air is going to be instantly breathable or free from toxins. It doesn't mean the terrain is going to be stable. It doesn't mean there aren't going to be dangerous creatures roaming about or secret bioweapons caches. It doesn't mean the ship might not have an accident or need repairs on the way to or at the destination. You need competent and professional crew, biologists, geologists, etc. to make sure all that kind of stuff is taken care of so that the real mission: talking to your gods, goes off without a hitch.
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