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

[probings]

Large? It doesn't really seem all that big to me. Even with the loudmouths, it's quieter than what I'm used to seeing.

[bloodbiter]

Really? What are you accustomed to?

[probings]

A whole lot more than this! You can fit a lot of people on one active military base, you know.

[she's usually surrounded by testosterone-driven, combat-loving men and slightly more reasonable combat-loving women and just about anything that can come in between in wartime. it gets loud a lot.]

[bloodbiter]

I see. You are a soldier, I take it?

[probings]

Yeah, something like that, if you wanna get technical about it.

[bloodbiter]

Something like that? How would you describe it, then?

[probings]

I work for the military, but I don't really fight on the front lines or anything like that. I handle the science—building the weapons, researching and developing technologies that will give us an advantage or slow down our enemies. Stuff like that! I'll fight if I have to, but I'm not some rank-and-file bozo or anything.