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

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Wow, your skills are impressive!

[Shelley is rebosating sincerity. You sound awesome, Harold!]

[probings]

[oh... she's having her ego fed.]

I know, I know! You don't become legendary without having a few talents. [that could come off as really cocky (and maybe it does, just a bit), but she seems to say it with pretty good spirits, at least. she won't let it get to her head.]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Legendary? You are well known?

[Oh my! There is a star right in front of her! Maybe. The impressive statements never cease]

[probings]

That's right! Remembered even a thousand years past my time. I think it worked out pretty well in the end. I was impressed when I found out too!

[harold, stop tooting your own horn.]

[tacklefordwhimsy]

How do you know that? Can you see the future somehow?

[Is there anything you can't do, Harold? You definitely have a fan now, weird fascination for organs or not]

[probings]

Wouldn't that be impressive! I met some kids from the future; they came looking for my help to fix a couple of things that went a little haywire.

[well, kind of. but it's a long story.]