
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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Kind of surprised you haven't already, actually.
[ that's totally aside the point here but whatever!! he had to(???) point it out, okay. ]
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Well, I mean, we kind of have? If you count the whole "murdering each other because why not" thing. Just nothing this... formal. This is wayyy more rules than any of the Hyperion Death Matches.
[ He pauses, then adds: ]
Actually, speaking of, did you ever bet on the Psycho Slaughter Arenas? Do they still do those? Please tell me they still do those, because those weren't even my idea, but they were great.
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Uhhhh. I'm pretty sure Fink's still running his over in the Fridge? Daily matches too, never runs out of contestants. The Hyperion ones are going but, well, you know Blake. He doesn't really give them a lot of attention.
[ rhys is going to hell ]
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Okay, so, since you brought him up. Totally different subject here, but is it just me or does Blake look super evil to you? Because he looks super evil to me. I mean, his hair even does that thing.
[ Jack makes a curling motion at the back of his head to symbolize those swoops of Mr. Blake's hair that definitely looks like horns. ]
But he's like, weirdly responsible. He's probably the evilest looking guy I've met, but I've met interns worse than he is. Interns!
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Oh my god, I thought it was on purpose? Like, he really seems to like that hairstyle and it's kind of... I don't know, it just doesn't match his personality at all.
[ they're totally gossiping about work now. once again, sorry, fiona. ]
So, once, I had to go see him for something? Just to pass on some paperwork and he ... he thanked me for it? Offered me a chocolate! I was so terrified. I thought I did something wrong.
[ oh, hyperion. ]
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Yeah, who even does that? I mean— Hell, that's like workplace hazing. We have a policy against that.
[ In Hyperion, "hazing" is basically being nice when it's not expected and making someone so paranoid about getting stabbed in the back that they stab someone in the back. Literally. Or usually, it ends up with an entire unit getting brutally murdered, hence the policy. Do you know how hard it is to replace an entire unit after a workplace murderous rampage? HR is a nightmare. ]
But naaah, that's why I've kept him around. He's a scary dude without even meaning to be? Like he's about as scary as your buddy Abs McGee.