WEEK 1 - Online

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (1)

monday (41) survivors It had been three days since you had awoken. The ship was still quiet, except for the low hums of enigmatic machines with no apparent purpose. You awake, like usual, to dim lighting and poor rations. Perhaps being on the ship had grown monotonous — it was, perhaps, amazing how little anything seemed to happen in space, a final frontier of malaise. That monotony is crushed by a voice echoing through the narrow hallways. Reformatting . . . Reformatting . . . Reformatting complete. The Pygmalion is online. Welcome, travelers. Please assemble in the meeting room. Your presence is mandatory. Silence falls once again. A minute or so passes, and the lights around the ship finally brighten, the walls looking more alive and more unfamiliar — as if you must relearn the ship's interior once again. The robots on deck begin to make rounds, nudging and pushing at the ship's passengers to make their way to the meeting room. You hear the doors behind you lock. It seems there is only one path to take. ENTER COMMAND_

Comments

[brooches]

I'm surprised there are others here with such power. It would have been coveted... and used in my world.

[ Vigors are bad enough, she's come to realize... ]

It seems we're kindred in both power and ... the untimely loss of ability.

[tevinteriscoming]

Power is coveted and used in any world, I'm afraid. Perhaps the methods change. Even here; the motive of our captors is likely something more than an opportunity to taunt us.

[brooches]

It is not my first time under a microscope, then.

[ That's why this hits so close to home - hits so deep. ]