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

[thanatosincarnate]

It could be a system error -- the number one missing to make it 18.

[mnasthai]

[ That perks him up a bit.] It has to be. All my classmates are around that age.

Maybe it's because they don't know my birthday either?

[thanatosincarnate]

{ Brusque nod. }

They can't know everything.

[mnasthai]

Does yours have misinformation too?

[thanatosincarnate]

... No. Even so, I have nothing to hide.

{ ... }

The question would be why they would bother to suddenly reveal what everyone's capable of to each other.

[mnasthai]

[Kazuma doesn't know what symbology is, but the rest of it sounds believable enough at a glance. He nods, it's good that it doesn't have anything weird for Arumat at least.]

Maybe it has to do with the real reason they kidnapped all of us?