Oxygen not included.
There are eight of us. We all have jobs. We are building, and heading upwards towards space.
We have been wandering why. Sure, we want to survive but we aren't sure what we've been building. We've got bedrooms and a nice place to eat and enough oxygen, but what's the point?
We are just duplicants; we're not real people. We know that. We build things. We're guided by a hyper smart AI, who seems to have other interests in mind than merely our safety.
What are those interests?
Our asteroid is overwhelmed with algae, water, slime, cold, volcanoes, and who knows what else. When we get close to the worst of it, we get sick and die.
Why are we rebuilding this ship, with our lives that are nasty, brutush, and short?
Are there passengers? Are we on the way to somewhere that needs our help? Or, are we merely going through the motions, part of an error routine?
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The point? I'm not sure duplicates... I'm really not sure...
ReplyDeleteWe duplicants wonder about our lives during our downtime, which is altogether too brief.
ReplyDeleteSounds like you all need a long relaxing bath in magma.
ReplyDelete(Ignore the sound of the printer warming up.)
Or, y'know, more downtime, a dance floor, and some video games. Either-either.
ReplyDeleteCurrent plan: Get to a dozen, and find fucking space. I will find you, space.
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