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

[unasking]

[There's no way that he misses it - the slight shift in relaxation, though he wonders what the cause of it may be. There's a small smile crossing his face, wondering what game he's playing and exactly who his opponent is.]

That may very well be the case...

Though I admit, I believe you're the only one without a listed age.

[erythristic]

Not even a guess? Then I wonder who was in charge of that information - they must have decided it didn't matter if they got sloppy at the end.

[she's actually glad for the lack of an age, though. no one needed to know but her. what does it matter?]