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

[antietam]

There are a lot of places we don't have access to. [ Their 'rooms', and the elevators don't work. ]

All I can guess is that they're not meant to be used right now, but... maybe for some sort of battle? And they're locked up so we don't kill each other. [ Because, you know, apparently a few of them are murderers. ]

[brooches]

We're not animals!

[ Elizabeth snaps, clutching her fists tightly. ]

We're not puppets or - or marionettes meant to prance around for someone's amusement!

[ Elizabeth feels her head growing dizzy, her eyes forming tears. The thought of weapons - what they bring out to people, even if their cause were noble... This proximity nearly maddens the poor girl. She's watched a city tear itself apart because of her doing. Because she supplied the weapons. ]

They can't keep us here - they can't. I can't be caged again.

[antietam]

[ This sure is a lot of emotion and Adam really has no idea how to deal with it. He raises a hand to try to calm her down. ]

Unfortunately, they are. And they've made it so we can't do anything about it, but—they haven't taken away our free will. Whatever they want us to do, we don't have to do it. And either they'll return us or kill us for it. [ And he pauses because he isn't really sure that he wants to be killed. ]

I guess it's up to us to decide what's worse.

[brooches]

I'm sorry.

[ Elizabeth stammers, spinning on her heels to face away from him. She tries to gather herself as best as she could. ]

I shouldn't have snapped like that. [ She chews his words momentarily, playing with the thin buttons of the uniform she was forced to wear. ] You're right. Unlike animals, we won't follow orders on command.

[antietam]

Oh, no, it's alright. [ He really needs to learn how to comfort people. ]

This is an emotional situation. Especially since, I assume, you didn't exactly want this kind of information spread around.

[brooches]

No, not entirely. [ She's candid. ] I'll be fine... It's just the shock of this entire thing culminated this moment.

[antietam]

That seems to be the intention. They'll manipulate us any way they can. But you seem to have quite a bit of power entrusted to you normally, so this can't be too difficult. But—that's just what I think, miss.

[brooches]

[ Oh, if he only knows. ]

Elizabeth.

[ She clarifies. She doesn't feel trusted or - well, powerful... it's a lose for her. ]

I suppose the card should give off as such.