WEEK 1 - Online

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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

[bloodteller]

[ nooo way she's the innocent teen here just trying to help! ]

I can check if the nurse's office has sick bags, too. Do you want one?

[jackhole]

[ god, why are you so helpful, yuno?? and to him? why him? this is probably a bad thing.

he just... hesitates a second before shaking his head. ]

Er, not yet. Maybe later though, we'll see.

[bloodteller]

Let me know, okay? I'll get it for you. I know how to make one with a plastic bag, too!

[ see? she can take care of people. she's so nice! ]

Mr. Jack mentioned ECHO, too. Do you work on the ECHO things?

[jackhole]

[ yuno why. he shakes his head then. ]

Thaaat's not how that works. No, ECHO is like... the ECHOnet, my ECHO eye, the -- [ showing the holographic screen from his hand again. ] ECHO OS on my arm. That kind of thing. Jack and I, we make guns.

[bloodteller]

[ does he cry while making guns? that seems like it would be a problem ]

I get it now, Mr. Rhys. You're a computer guy.

[ os means operating system, after all, and then the cyborg thing... well. ]

To be honest with you, it's still a little beyond me, but it's interesting. I'm not sure how computers and guns are related... but it makes sense for you and Mr. Jack. It's just how things work for you, right? Since I'm from Earth, it's all pretty new to me!

[ maybe she's just being a little too sweet but it is a genuine interest; firearms are weapons, after all. ]