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

[brooches]

People are capable of terrifying things if they have power. I doubt our captors plan to play any game - if this such suspicion is true.

[bloodbiter]

Whatever it is they want with us, I doubt their motives are noble, that much is true.

At least we'll have a proper place to rest soon, whatever we find out.

[brooches]

They're never noble to anyone but themselves.

[ A bed... that sounds nice. ]

Don't fall for such "luxuries" they're providing. It's all to butter us up.

[bloodbiter]

I'm not. The fact that they're providing us with one thing doesn't change the fact that they've kidnapped us all. I haven't forgotten that, and I won't.