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

[chiseler]

Hey, if they're not watching closely enough then they don't deserve to have it. [It's okay Allen, at least someone agrees with you. Mostly.]

[deformity]

Right! [ He's so glad someone agrees with him. Hello, friend. ] There's no mercy for the careless. When it comes to money, it's life or death.

[chiseler]

And what about the people who aren't so careless? Cheat them too?

[deformity]

That only means they're just as good as cheating, which in turn means I have to be better. [ And he usually is. His life depends on it, after all. ] Though I suppose it's not cheating at that point. Just two parties playing the same kind of game at last.

Have you been put in a similar situation then?

[chiseler]

'Course I have, but my stakes were a little higher than money. Where I'm from you've kinda gotta be better than most of the people you're dealing with to succeed.