
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_
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[he's actually a pretty benign mad scientist if you don't piss him off]
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[ because it is BULLSHIT and he's done it so much. ]
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[Congratulations Dave, you're the first new experiment of a guy named Frankenstein.
This cannot end poorly.]
Ideally, you'd only have to travel in time once and that'd be the end of it. Or perhaps stopping the beginning?
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[ time travel sucks ]
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There's a moment of contemplation - so Dave's version of time travel doesn't erase the existence of the current unfortunate timeline, does it? Perhaps if it's worked in conjunction with Elizabeth's ability to manipulate worlds, then something could actually come of it.
He'll ruminate on it further.]
What an annoying limitation.
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No such sacrifices shall be made on this endeavor, understood?
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[ for serious though that's why dave didn't recommend it. it's fine as a last resort when everything is fucked, but...he'd prefer everyone got out alive? like holy shit. ]
I'm all for findin' a happy ending.
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That'd be highly preferable - we're both in agreement in that regard.
Now it just depends on what types of things our captors have planned for us.
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[ like. just saying. ]
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