my golden oil can be considered a sacrifice in a volcano, cultivated by the gods of olympus. What am I?

Before your kind, I ruled the sky. My beak can wound you, sharp, not meek. Millions of years, my line won't die. Bird and reptile, which do you seek?

I house the past for all to see, In halls of quiet history. From ancient times to modern view, I keep the past preserved for you.

In origins I was not in existence; this tube based system required manual assistance. Then a clicker came by, connected by string; until infrared changed the scene. My onomatopoeic name changed to this singular six letter answer, all about control.

I can't catch a break. Nobody likes me, even people who like the color blue. Even when I was Great, people hated me. People are constantly pushing me down - so to speak - and ignoring me, though I never let them forget that I'm always here, waiting to remind them of their failures. Probably the only people in the world that benefit from me are pharmaceutical companies and therapists. FML.