WEEK ZERO: INTRO MINGLE

[probe]

POPULATION: 37

There's the soft, chiming ding of an elevator as you slowly grow conscious. You remember the sound of a voice whispering in your ear, and then a very gentle, easy darkness as you fell asleep.

Then the elevator jolts, and you promptly ram into some of the thirty or so other people also waking up from their nap. Time to trample people on your way out! Be careful not to rip your flattering outfit with light up furry ears of an animal of your choice. On this elevator there are a total of 10 buttons and they're all lit up! But they don't work. A shame. The elevator doesn't go anywhere else.

In any case, once you exit the elevator, you'll find that you have a decently wide area to explore. There doesn't seem to be any sort of exit to the outside world, but that's okay. You didn't want to leave without what you came for, right? Besides, it's wonderful here: the temperature is perfect, every surface is as soft as clouds, and the atmosphere is so, so inviting. The base itself is low-lit in fluorescent neon colors which shift and pulse over time, and there's a soft, reassuring humming sound under your feet. It would be comforting if you didn't feel like you were being watched every time you walk along the hallways.

But hey, don't worry about that! Maybe you should be more concerned with the phone in your pocket! The phones have a few functions, as well as a low pixel camera. Pictures are in black and white, so no brightly colored selfies for you. Oh, and while you're taking those selfies, you might notice the symbol of your Avatar tattooed and glowing faintly on the back of your hand. Hope you're fine with impromptu body mods.

Eventually during your wandering, you'll find your room with roommates included! On the floor of your room, there is a big gift box with your name on it. Upon opening it, you will be absolutely obliterated with glittery confetti. But once you manage to get past that, the gift box contains the following:

✦ your item from home
✦ a pair of boxer-briefs labeled "ball hammock"
✦ a stress ball that looks suspiciously like a boob
✦ a rainbow bath bomb
✦ a Polaroid camera with 10 instant film
✦ a frozen steak in a vacuum-sealed pouch
✦ a blue and pink dual flashlight; one end has a normal white bulb, and one end has a blacklight bulb
✦ a tiny crown

Welcome to your new home. Take some time to look around, talk to your fellow indulgers. All of you can see each other's symbols on the back of your hands - maybe it'll strike up a conversation. After all, there's no better way to get to know each other than talking about your sins on the first date!

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Comments

[executeprogramming]

Commentary: The element of surprise is best reserved for those who need it. Smaller and weaker lifeforms can employ it well against superior opponents. Organic ones, anyway.

Query: Can I assist you with something, meatbag? In the absence of my Master's presence or any outstanding orders I am available for requests. Violent or otherwise.

[aubins]

[ hm. ]

I'm not sure. Unless you have a lot of secret information about what's going on here, in which case I'm all ears, please share.

[executeprogramming]

Observation: If I did have access to valuable and confidential information, it would be of very little worth to share it with the first androgenous meatbag who crosses the scope of my blaster rifle, would it not?

[aubins]

I'll go ahead and assume that's a no then, thanks for answering.

[executeprogramming]

Response: You are welcome, meatbag. Is there anything else I can help you with?

[aubins]

Are meatbags allowed to ask for introductions, or have we passed that window of opportunity?

[executeprogramming]

Statement: I am referred to as HK-47, a fully functional Systech Corporation droid skilled in both protocol and...more practical applications. [he does not ask for their name in return

this bot...may not be as helpful as he's suggesting]

[aubins]

[ yeah, he's getting that impression. it's fine, he'll either just assume hk47 knows, or he can figure it out himself. ]

...



So a droid? That's why you're .... metal? And keep calling everyone else meatbags?

[executeprogramming]

Response: Metal, or more specifically in my case tempered durasteel that far surpasses basic metals, is typically what droids are made of, yes.

Addendum: Calling meatbags "meatbags" was at some point programmed into my logic core, but I must admit it is very accurate. And amusing.

[aubins]

So if I start calling you a "rattling case of durasteel"...?

[executeprogramming]

Statement: That would be inaccurate, as I do not rattle like some bucket of bolts HK-24 unit. However, you and other organics are unquestionably bags of meat. And water. So very much water.

[aubins]

[ huh. ]

But you do have parts that could, conceivably, rattle?

[executeprogramming]

Statement: I suppose that, during my dark days in service to that detestable Hutt my maintenance was severely lacking despite the work I was made to perform.

[aubins]

[ so, he rattles. got it. ]

Any body has to be taken care of, I guess. Metal or flesh.