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

[thatbites]

[Oh hey, she remembers his as the single normal one.]

You're like the only other person here that isn't trained in the art of hand to hand fighting or some bullshit so you're fine.

[todorable]

You know it. What is even with these people? Acrobatics? Magic? Mass-murder!? What are we supposed to be doing in this crazy circus?

[thatbites]

Beats me! I don't even know how many of these are serious, jokes, or delusions of whoever wrote this.

[todorable]

...Do you think it's possible that most of it is just made up? Like, they thought it'd be funny for us to look like total losers?

[thatbites]

They're going to have try harder than that to convince anyone I'm a loser.

[Her self confidence is too good for this.]

[todorable]

Well, of course. I meant more in a one-on-one, UFC sort of way. Style and attitude-wise, I don't imagine you having any problems.

[thatbites]

Thank you. [She sounds like she means it in her snotty way.] I couldn't be paid enough to go through fighting for anyone else's amusement. If that turns out to be the reason I'm going to get way mad.

[Madder than she already is.]

[todorable]

Ugh, that would be awful. Roman circuses are so passé. Or do you think it's a setup like Big Brother, or Survivor? Again, that'd be a little more equal footing.