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

[thanatosincarnate]

... Bastards!

{ He grits his teeth, after reading anything else. This was beyond reprehensible -- out of habit he reaches for something and of course it's not there. Not right now.

Not like it would've proved the least bit effective if it had been, and he just sends a glare at the woman's image. He growls. }

As if that is the only way to escape this ship.

[al2955]

I apologize, but I am not a bastard, nor multiple bastards. I do not have parents, Arumat P. Thanatos.

I am not permitted to allow any participant to leave the ship. Participating in the Cradle Project to its end is the only way to progress.

[thanatosincarnate]

Pretend I'm including you and who or what created you to do this. Better?

{ The AI's sense of humor was not entertaining in the slightest. If... it did have one. }

Of course it is.