
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_
no subject
[clover.......... she's actually pretty distressed about the implications here!! this is a problem!!!]
No one is supposed to know that stuff, and I wasn't supposed to let a bunch of strangers find out...
[insisting on not talking about things until they could find privacy was USELESS UGH!!!! and now she feels bad for pointlessly keeping secrets from him]
no subject
… It’s all right, Clover. I doubt you could have controlled this information leak, given some of the… details we’ve already been provided.
[ how the fuq do you find some of this stuff out. also, how the fuq do you even kidnap people like this? ]
I’m certain others are equally concerned with their own information being mined and revealed in such a fashion as well, so perhaps you won’t have to deal with too many questions for the time being.