
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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Or maybe like flip it around like a nunchuck, or shoot it out like in that one video game. I'm not really sure how versatile they are.
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you can cut this "sense of silent judgment" in the air with a knife. ]
I use my prosthetic in hand-to-hand combat like a... hand. Most appropriate, considering its purpose. That is: to be a replacement for my absent hand. In hand-to-hand combat, one keeps their hand, and limbs, attached to their person. Ergo, my prosthetic—which is used as a hand—stays attached.
[ HE DEFINITELY MADE THAT LONG-WINDED EXPLANATION TO BE AN ASSHOLE.
a pause. ]
If you like, we can forget that such a question was ever asked.
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...Well, I think it's a fair question. Have you looked at any of the other guys here?
[...again, probably not, but...]
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I've heard of them, yes.
[ "he doesn't look at anything" - everyone else, 2016. ]
Given the specificity and absurdity of some of these profiles, however, I believe they would have displayed "prosthetic arm nunchuck action" or "projectile prosthetic" quite clearly, if only to serve as a conversation piece. If I employed such a tactic regularly.
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[he grins, fairly gracefully deciding to just embrace the egg on his face... just double down on the stupid, go a full Junpei]
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it's horrible that he actually likes totty. he's endearing, in the exact same way junpei is. so of course, he smiles. ]
Well. I'll certainly tell whoever I hit with my prosthetic rocket arm that it was your idea.
[ light
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yes]
[totty grins back because a) finally he's getting laughed with and not just laughed at, and b) light actually smiled, which he feels is a real accomplishment]
If you put a string on it, so you could reel it back in without moving, you could probably make a fortune off of lazy people using it to grab the remote and stuff!