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

[unasking]

Did you learn archery before or after you lost your eye?

[Just curious.]

[locktouching]

Hmm... After. I was pretty young.

[unasking]

Impressive. I suppose you wouldn't be hindered by it if it's all you knew.

[locktouching]

I can jam an arrow shaft into my lord's enemies as well as any archer.

[Now let's take a look at YOUR profile, shall we...]

Well well. I wouldn't expect someone over a thousand years old to look so enticing. I suppose you're not human?

[unasking]

Your lord, is it? [Well, he didn't think that he'd encounter anyone else who was so tied.] A noble? A king?

[As for the question he's just smiling pleasantly.]

On the contrary, I take pride in my humanity.