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

[erythristic]

I might offer.

[but that topic is quickly put on hold as she frowns.]

Hidden? I had no hand in creating these documents. If something is hidden, it's not by my error.

[thatbites]

[Emily will consider that more seriously later when murder is actually on the table but for now...]

It says your age is unknown. Considering everyone else has stuff that looks pretty realistic or, well, not [Frankenstein.] it's weird to see nothing at all. Like, not even a guess.

[Does this strengthen or weaken the credibility of the information here though?]

[erythristic]

They must have given up before they could take that particular measurement.

[but not before they could take her weight? rude. really rude.]

But better unknown than drastically getting it wrong.

[thatbites]

They didn't give up on anyone else though. [How suspicious.] If they're going to leave one thing undone they might as well guessed.

[And here she looks at Grell critically.]

They could have slapped 24 down or something and called it a day. It's not like it's really important so who would have questioned it?

[erythristic]

[twenty four? she'll take it. fifty points to Emily.]

No one, but now that it's there we have to question whether it's laziness or losing their data.

[not like she cares. twenty four. that's a good age, even as some might think that puts her on the line of being at risk for being a spinster.]

Of course, a teenager is marked down as being eight years old. Someone's given up on their job.