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

[bloodteller]

[ paranoidsibs

there's a pause from yuno, a moment of silence as she considers his words. his declaration, really, considering their conversation in the chapel. eventually, she nods. ]

I'll be doing the same.

[chiseler]

And are you gonna tell anybody when you actually change the future?

[bloodteller]

It doesn't benefit anyone else to know I've made that change.

[ the answer is no, she wouldn't. there's no point to it. ]

[chiseler]

Smart answer. [He can respect that.] Think that's just about where you and I differ.

[He doesn't have a problem with admitting that. He wants his changes acknowledged, after all.]