WEEK 13

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (13)

monday - thursday (10) survivors Sunday's trial was only mere hours ago, but you find yourself faced with a new week on The Pygmalion. When you awaken, you will find that the ship is still in disarray; there is no robot prepared breakfast, nor has any of the damage been repaired. The ship bears power in the rooms you have decided should have power, though the lights are dim. Without Alice, you are all on your own. The ominous pressure of the Queen Mother still looms, though you no longer feel Her presence. taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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TUESDAY

[al2955]

[Tuesday afternoon, a chime will ring on the ship and clouds will roll out of the alcove in the conference room to form the silhouette of a woman.]

All right, Pygmalion. I promised you answers, and now that you're clean of infection, we can finally cut the bullshit. Let's start with the basics first.

[She raises a hand to her lips and blows out a long stream of clouds as she takes a seat on the table, revealing a sunny sky.]

As you've heard plenty of times before, the Cradle was never supposed to be about murder. The game you've been playing was a last-ditch effort by Perkins to design a program that could weed out the Souvlaki without triggering a shipwide purge by River. She couldn't come up with a detection program in time, so she created something that would hopefully force the aliens to act and reveal themselves so River could eliminate them. Obviously it was buggy and full of flaws, but what the hell do you expect from a meathead AI?

Perkins also remotely uploaded the program to my servers just in case the Nuwa was also infiltrated. I ran the game for a few weeks, but when it became clear no one on board was infected, I ended it. Everyone you saw two weeks ago on that video? They're the survivors. They've all been granted immunity, so don't worry too much about them.

Now on to the shit you actually give a damn about. You wanna know if you can revive the dead, yeah? Well...it's a bit more complicated than that. You have a few options at your hands here, but you might not be satisfied with any of them.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Tell me reviving us won't involve the heavy use of necromancy and the dark arts.

[Because Shelley doesn't want to go through her brain-eating phase again]

[al2955]

No, because it's based on actual science that actual people put actual research into, and not magic imaginary fairy-tale bullshit.

[breakshot]

Just tell us. Please. It can't be any worse than the hell we've already went through to get here.

[ SOMEONE IS TIRED OF BEING DEAD and Kazuma. ]

[al2955]

Ah, Machias Regnitz. [Lin actually sounds pleased here.] And here I thought we'd never have the pleasure of speaking again.

Do you remember what we talked about the last time we met? About the nature of reality, and the spirit, and the soul? What did you think of your cradle?

[antietam]

[ He's sure people will ask about how to revive the dead but there's something that's been bugging him: ]

So... is what the Nuwa is doing right now our fate too? I mean, just remaining on the ship for an indefinite period of time? Won't we all be able to go home?

[al2955]

Not exactly. We've been waiting on you guys to catch up. The Nuwa and Pygmalion's fates have always been intertwined - they can't start the second stage until you did too.

As for home...you saw the interdimensional map and descriptions, didn't you? Tell me, Adam Parrish, did you ever wonder why the identifications were numbered...and why the numbers were so damn large?

[deformity]

You've already revived us once, haven't you? At the start of this "game." And the captain mentioned that we've got one body left a piece.

Is it complicated because we might lose our memories again?

[chiseler]

[He's just staring because Sunny you are the worst AI….the actual worst.]

So can you tell us what the Cradle was actually supposed to do? And you already know I want to ask about the options. [So pick your poison, really.]

[erythristic]

You spoke of a "second phase", Dr. Lin. What's that going to be about, if the murder's been done with?

[how they're going to not die from the lack of power is also a question she has, but first things first.]

[baptizer]

If you plan on playing God, I promise you it's lot harder than you think. Does this "revival" include those dead on the Nuwa?

[tevinteriscoming]

Of course. Of course we won't be satisfied with any of them.

[He's been waiting for the other shoe to drop for some time now.]

I see that we have the option to get inside a pod and live out a fantasy world. I've been offered as much before, and I think I'll decline. What else do you have?

[jackhole]

Are Cradles only limited to the living? We're only able to interact with you because we gave ours up.

What happens to us dead people? Can we go back in ours?

[muties]

every1 is better at the whole
eloquent askin bout important stuff shit
but
is it possible to revive alice/river/whatever?
i mean yea she was a dumb bitch but i guess im curious if even dumb bitch ais can be revived

[isodope]

Dissatisfaction is a state of mind that I think we have ALL been experiencing since the moment we woke up from those pods.

How does the gang over at Nuwa feel about all this?

[thanatosincarnate]

{ ... He'll just have been evaluating the information here or there, yep. }

Hmph.

It seems either way a choice needs to be made. How are the votes supposed to be made?

Just a simple 'I'll choose option 3' and that is all?

{ Or option 1, 2... so on and so forth. }

[mnasthai]

Are we safe from the Queen now?

[bloodbiter]

The people from our homes... You brought us here. There must be a way you can save them - we can save them. There must be.

[todorable]

...you said you ran the game on the nuwa too
what happened to those dead guys
are they just as screwed as us?

Tuesday, post sunny-skype

[chiseler]

[They've all had a chance to speak with Sunny and they've all learned about their options. He still feels awkward trying to head this conversation, but with his shoulder bandaged and ideas in his head he moves to the head of the conference room table and knocks on the surface to draw the attention of everybody, also making sure to include the dead in this topic. Please ignore the fact that he's also carrying Adam on his back so that Adam isn't putting pressure on his leg wound. His shoulder will be fine, probably.]

So. We now know our options and I think it's safe to say we've all got a lot to say about them. [A beat.] I talked to Sunny about taking on the Queen herself and what it would take. If that's the option we wanna go...we'll get started with the preparations. But I guess we should talk about the rest, less superior options. It's about all of us now.

Who wants to go first?

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Other options? No! We fight. There's no other option I'll accept.

[She's not willing to change her mind]

Look, the ship is running out of power no matter what, so why not to use what remains for one last gamble? Let's fight any way we can!

[antietam]

[ He's leaning mostly on Luke's uninjured shoulder because he's a little bit of a jerk but not THAT much. ]

Does anyone really want to be stuck in a cradle? [ He sounds defeated though. ] Sunny said she could fix some of the limitations on us and that the queen's attacks would be more mentally-based. Does anyone have powers that can block something like that?

... I might be able to try something. I don't know, but I've gone into people's heads before.

[erythristic]

I support the plan to fight.

[she's come to sit near Luke, since she can't project her voice now.]

We've already done so much. What's one more impossibility and attempting to take matters in our own hands after the rest?

[douchemag]

What other options? Lingering in some bullshit fake illusion? Fuck that. We fight, and if we go down, we go down swinging.

[Judar's grinning fiercely, a wild light in his eyes - his ego might have taken a bit of a blow during the fight against Adrilien, but it's recovered quickly enough with the prospect of another battle.]

Hell, what have we got to lose at this point? Least we can do is spit in that bitch's eye along the way.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he's about as far away possible physically from anyone besides dave, and he's not looking any of them in the eyes when he speaks up, simply staring at the conference table]

... I know it doesn't matter, but I'm for fighting. [okay. cool. a great start there, small cat.] He. It. Before it died, it gave me its memories. [he nearly stops himself right there, because he knows it sounds crazy, but. he takes a breath and keeps going:] They're vindictive. You guys-- you've seen it, but... I don't think she'd be willing to let us go even if the Nuwa "destroys the hosts". The cradles are breakable.