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

[toprotecttheworld]

They should have just put "nerd" on yours. I'm sure everyone would've understood.

[breakshot]

Can we not?

[ NOT EVEN FIVE MINUTES in and he's cranky. ]

[toprotecttheworld]

It's not like I'm wrong. Machias Regnitz. Even your name sounds like you'd be someone who wear glasses and studies way too hard.

[breakshot]

And just what exactly is wrong with that?!

[ it's not like she's wrong but still: leave him alone ]

Besides, I'm not the one with "breaking and entering" listed on theirs!

[toprotecttheworld]

It was a long time ago. My mother, she didn't come home that night. Like usual, it was snowing in the city. Without a friend to my name, my young self sat outside the door and waited for her mama, but the night only grew colder and colder. I had no choice. I...I had to break in.

[Is she lying or is she not?]

Wouldn't you have done the same thing?