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

[breakshot]

And you're not concerned by any of this? At all?

[ come on assuming it's just harmless doxxing (wait how is that harmless?!), what even is the point of having this much data ]

[probings]

I never said I wasn't concerned, but that doesn't change the fact that it's only natural that someone trying to collect data on a person would go for at least this much. These are just the basics!

[it doesn't mean she likes it.]

[breakshot]

For what, though, and why? [ girl you are too chill about this. ] There's only so many reasons I can think why they'd go to this extent, and none of them sound all that promising.

[probings]

They're probably not promising, I'm not gonna argue that. I could think of a ton of reasons why they'd do it, though.

[but...] You probably won't like any of them, though.