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_

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[thatbites]

[Call the PTA because every stuck up soccer mom in America is about to get schooled in the ultimate 'can I speak to the manager?' voice. Emily has her arms crossed tight across her chest, fingers digging into her arms, after scanning that full charter of rules.]

You can't make me do any of this. I have rights and that includes my freedom of speech to tell you stick all that up your holographic ass.

[al2955]

You are free to exercise your freedom of speech however you may, Emily Lowe, but I believe your pleas may fall on death ears. That is because no one can hear you in space.

[ Yes, she went there. Unfortunately you can't contact your embassy from The Pygmalion. ]

[thatbites]

[That is the literally worst line she has heard out of anyone on this god forsaken ship. She throws a hand into the air because she's just that annoyed.]

I knew it! I knew whoever did this had to have the worst taste out of all mankind. Who programs their AI to actually say that?! God- You aren't just them, right? Speaking over some webcam and laughing your ass off?

[al2955]

I beg your pardon, but I am incapable of performing what is known as an "LMAO", as I do not have an ass.

In due time, you will understand, Emily Lowe. I believe it is common for humans to require time to comprehend to new situations. This time will pass.

[thatbites]

[AI sass. Screw whoever programmed this one. Emily's going to be sarcastic back to an AI and this is definitely how she wanted to spend the rest of her vacation. Yup.]

Don't patronize me. [Sigh.] So are we getting one of these great incentives right away? I could use some time to mentally prepare myself for that show too.

[parodeity]

[ emily is so cool, tbh ]

Em's got the right idea here, I'm pretty fuckin' sure. I'm not interested in bein' told what to do, especially for shady purposes. This isn't a temporal inevitability.

[thatbites]

[Yeah! Support!]

Let's just hope that everyone else here has at least half a brain and can think for themselves too. Not like I put it past some idiots to want to follow a robot.

[parodeity]

Yeah, I mean...let's be real some of the people here will probably assuredly follow the bullshit.

[ some of them are having breakdowns? or being creepy. so. ]

But peer pressure don't make a thing cool. Time to practice your bitch swerve.

[thatbites]

Without a doubt. One person will start a commotion and then next thing you know- bam! Someone decided that betting on believing a psycho was the best choice.

[She flexes her hand.] No way anyone's going to catch me anywhere near that shitshow.

[parodeity]

Same. Less than interested in playin' along with this bullshit.

[ and he's also not interested in dying, so.

good luck guys. ]