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]

Then what? You're going to try take it on yourself -- that watery hologram?

{ He looks Machias straight in the eyes. He can understand -- he was angry enough to try doing the same just a few moments ago. Maybe that's why he approached him. }

If you want to fight against them, that machine and its creator and their other allies, then fight, lad. But, let it be not in the way they'll ever expect!

Stand against their lies, their falsified incentives that they'll bring to lead us astray -- and their attempts to have us kill each other until a few remain. Search for the hidden truth they've kept locked away from our eyes and use whatever knowledge that can be learned as the key to bringing their downfall.

Revel in the satisfaction as we corner the enemy, reading every move they've taken, and strike them down when they'll within our reach. Let that guide your actions.

That will be what it means to survive and return home.

1/2

[breakshot]

How else do you expect us to take this!? Do you honestly expect me – for any of us to just take that thing’s words sitting down?! That we’re supposed to just deal with it? You can’t possibly— There’s no way any of you possibly—

[ It doesn’t seem like it works at first but then Arumat keeps going and then he goes silent. Did it work? ]

2/3 i lied

[breakshot]

It can't… [ It's gradual, but his tone is slowly getting back to normal. ] I won't… I…

[ Wow. Good job, Arumat, he's stopped shouting. He falls quiet at Arumat's words, his fist slowly stopping its shaking and his eyes closing shut as he inhales sharply. An attempt to pull himself together. ]

[breakshot]

… You're right. That's what it wants from us - to lose our heads like this.

[ Wow, look at that. You defused him. He finally turns away, and he's quiet for a good minute until finally... ]

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.

[thanatosincarnate]

Hmph. As long as you've settled down it will do.

{ Which mean he'll accept that apology. }