Welcome to the Program

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Good Morning, Champions. In the interest of maintaining healthy sleep patterns, a day/night cycle is in effect. Your presence is expected in the cafeteria in exactly one hour.

[The voice comes through not a large speaker, but through the device that's attached to each Champion's arm. Further investigation of the features of the device will reveal a list of profiles, a mini-map, and a list of rules. The hallways are shiny white and silver, with running lights along the floor and lights on the ceiling, and at the junction of the hallways is a sign with a knife and fork icon and an arrow pointing down the hall.

Welcome to the Excellence Program, Champions. Time to get to know your teammates.]

Comments

[immaculacies]

[...Yeah. Yeah he has.]

I'm sorry. I don't know much about Star Trek.

[theundertaken]

Oh. Well, they have a computer that can just make stuff. Little stuff, like a plate of food or something.

[immaculacies]

Oh. Is that... the replicator? [It's like trying to draw up half-remembered bits of information she had overheard once, trying to think back on things she had no experience with herself.] Still... That would mean they needed to synthesize each of these books one by one, wouldn't it? That would still take a long time, even with some technology like that.

[theundertaken]

Yeah, that's it! And, I mean, it would. But if they could just set it to go, like one big print job, it wouldn't be that bad. Just work on something else and come back for it when it's done.

[immaculacies]

Mm... I suppose so.

[She doesn't seem terrible convinced, though. The detail of those blank pages just feels so off to her. Why are they so intent on hiding dates and editions from them, anyway...?]