
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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[ dave for one looks delighted? like, he's noticed she didn't answer his other question but he also won't press it.
the second answer was better anyway. ]
Ok, you win best skill ever.
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There isn't really much of a point to listing anything for anyone else, huh.
[like she's trying to be smug but she's too GENUINELY CHIPPER about all this delight to really manage it]
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[ dave absolutely had at least half a doki there. ]
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Hehe! I can't do most of the others quiiiite as well, but what's the point in having a favorite if you haven't got it mastered?
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There's basically no point. I mean - my favorite is myself, with maybe like Obama as a tie.
[ not that he knows if obama raps it's just a headcanon dave has about him
ok dave???? ]
And also Snoop Dogg.
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...Obama, like, the president?
ok last tag before bed this was Important
[ kick it barack ]
god bless
[you're losing her]
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[ ok dave ]