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]

[it depends on whether or not you try to break into places with wired fences, he thinks

oh well, keeping it to himself]

That's a remarkably specific problem.

[toprotecttheworld]

And I've never done anything to deserve it! I'm just minding my own business, and that twerp electrocutes me with that pest of his!

[unasking]

A... "twerp"?

[you get beat up by children, jesse???]

[toprotecttheworld]

[Exactly. It's brutal, and she's never done anything wrong.]

That's right! Just because that overpowered nuisance of his can create lightning the likes of which have never been seen before doesn't mean he can just go and zap whoever he pleases!

[unasking]

That does sound like quite the ordeal, miss.

[Well. It does. Even for a common burglar.]

I'm amazed you've managed to survive.

[toprotecttheworld]

It's been awful! All I want is to make life easier for my employer, and he stops us at every turn for no reason.

[But she's not going to whine forever. But if he's eating it up, a few more seconds won't hurt.]

[unasking]

[Yes. Eating it up. Sure.]

Oh? And what type of occupation do you have exactly, miss?

[toprotecttheworld]

That's not a very gentlemanly thing to ask, is it? You haven't even introduced yourself yet.

[Deflection!]

[unasking]

I didn't think I had to.

[Considering the fact that all their names sure were out there on display, regardless he'll bow at the waist out of habit.]

Frankenstein. [and since he asked for her occupation, he'll offer his:] I'm the current headmaster of Ye Ran Academy.

[he's also old as dirt]

[toprotecttheworld]

I didn't think I'd have to read forty-one names, so you're mistaken if you think I've bothered to memorize all of them.

[She sounds harsh, but she's just stupid.]

And I'm Jessie. I'm a dancer. Ignore the less ladylike skills listed there, I've had to do a thing or two to get by. They're exaggerations.

[unasking]

[Yeah, he's not going to touch that. If there are 41 people here, it's best to know all 41.]

Are they exaggerations or were they complete lies? So that I can understand which [lie] you'd prefer for me to consider them as.