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

[brainsqueeze]

The internet.

( How serious is she being? Well, at least her information could have come from the internet. Everyone else's? Guess )

[seeherheart]

[ If nothing else, that gets an amused snort out of him. ]

I’d believe it.

[brainsqueeze]

( Score one for getting out of a real answer, by giving a real answer )

It's still surprising. The last non-human I met didn't have the internet.

[seeherheart]

“Non-human”? You think this is all aliens?

[ Not that he sounds skeptical about the existence of aliens- he’s seen more than his fair share up close and personal, but this seems awful… nuanced for the kind of aliens he’s used to. ]

[brainsqueeze]

We're in space. It's got a good chance.

[seeherheart]

[ He scoffs ]

The only aliens I ever saw came out of the Pacific Ocean, and the didn't exactly have this kinda finesse.