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

[deformity]

And they can't catch you if you're good. [ And Allen is good. ] Learning how to cheat is a good way to protect yourself. It might not be proper, but I think it's necessary. I could give you some tips if you ever want to learn, miss.

[toprotecttheworld]

I don't think there's any way someone like me could ever learn from you. [Because she's already better at it than him in her own mind, that place where Pikachu is practically hers.] But maybe you should try not to be so upset about it if you're so proud of it, dear.

[deformity]

I'm not -- proud. [ Maybe a little. Okay, more than a little. ] I'm not upset, either. This... this thing [ He means the profile. ] makes it seem like I'm doing it maliciously is all.

[ A little more quietly: ]

I just did -- and still do, I suppose -- what I had to... to survive.