My Little Progress : Technology Isn't Magic - Thread 36

>>28903381
saaavieemee

>>28903402
HA HA TIME FOR SLEEP

>>28903402
>Twilight: I can't really believe your story Anon, buildings with over 100 levels? Flying boats bigger than Ponyville? And yet there's no magic in your world? Please.
"No, swear to god. Check it out."
>You whip out your phone (one of the few objects from Earth that came with you) and scroll through your saved images.
>You've got some really city photos.
>Twilight is amazed.
>"Wow! Oh my gosh, you weren't lying about your buildings! How in Equestria did you do it?!"
"Steel frames, mostly."
>Twilight looks confused.
>"You... stole the frames?"
"What? No, steel as in the metal."
>Twilight does not look any less confused.
>"There isn't a metal called steel. "
"You know, iron and carbon?"
>Twilight looks at you blankly.
"Iron and a little bit of charcoal?"
>Twilight's expression doesn't change, but her horn lights up and a quill&parchment float over.
>"Explain."

>And that's how Anon and Twilight revolutionized Equestria with the invention of steel and the creativity of humans.
>After Anon convinced her that he wasn't telling her bullshit lies, Twilight was much more open (and much more excited) to talk about human inventions.
>Even if she didn't believe him right away when he told her about the other things humanity invented, Twilight was always willing to give Anon the benefit of the doubt and hear him out.
>Because they were friends.
>Maybe MORE than friends.
The End.

>Celestia-AI
>Has to be kept a secret
>Talks via audio and insists to visitors that she's Anon's girlfriend/wife
>Edits what she imagines a human version of herself would look like into Anon's photos

>"And this is where we met."
>It's a photo of Anon, drunk, eating pizza. Celestia is edited in with a beer in hand pizza dribbling down her front
>"Oh, and here was our first date."
>It's a photo of Anon doing that stupid "perspective makes it look like I'm holding a famous monument/the sun in my hand" thing. Celestia is put in at an angle that it makes it look like she'd doing the same thing with someone off-frame taking a picture. It's obvious that she's making jacking-off motions at around Anon's waist-height.
>"And here we are on our 6-month anniversary."
>It's this badly photoshopped picture with Anon's head on a really muscular body and Celestia's head on a supermodel's body
>No-one is any the wiser

>>28904295
>Celestia-AI, desperate to stay undiscovered, makes Anon do a bunch of dumb poses in private places and in public places
>They look Garfield Minus Garfield, where Anon is doing things like holding the empty air and talking to nobody beside him
>Celestia edits herself in after

hey Writefag_is_kill, when's the pastebin being updated? or is it already updated? sorry, i haven't been on here in a while, and i always find it really annoying to go back through past threads, archives, and the pastebin to somehow decipher where i need to resume reading from

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>crashed on the keyboard
>woke up inside
>Writefag_Is_Kill haven't posted shit
JUST

>>28904295
This amuses me

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>>28904219
This is more gay than some of the episodes.

>>28905038
but it is fun to exploit Magic/science combinations

just imagine: Twilot would be able to magic up some unlimited water vessel, like endless canteen and then we would hook it up to a electrolytic separator and get endless hydrogen to fuse and also oxygen so you could terraform planets n shit.

>>28904219
love it, great one shot

That lightbulb one-shot is still the best though

>>28905302
>That lightbulb one-shot
uwotm8

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>>28905257
Magic doesn't work like that Anon. You've got to take energy from somewhere.
That's why every enchantment eventually wears off.

>>28905601
I'm sure Twilight and/or Celestia could whip up some arcane solar panels that convert sunlight directly to magical energy.

>>28905700
Right... but don't we already have non-arcane solar panels?

>>28905700
just use regular solar panels to power up auto-doc and "sacrifice " some ponner, make sure that auto-doc regenerate health faster than life energy is drained from ponner.

After enough energy is harvested ponner can go back to home.

That would be one hell of a job alternative for innocent inexperienced virgin ponners who does not want to work in fast food industry.

>>28904299
>One day while 'talking to himself' and 'feeding his girlfriend', the police come up to him
>they ask him what he's doing
>tells them he's talking and interacting with his girlfriend
>they ask where she is
>"In my phone"
>Anon is sent to the nearest psychiatric facility, for his and the public's safety

>>28905872
>Celestia-AI must now somehow try and break Anon out of the psychiatric facility

>>28905812
But what if you specifically need a renewable source of of arcane energy for some weird magic thing?

>>28904295
Fantastic.

>>28904437
something something Writefag_Is_Kill will surely deliver

>>28905872
>>28906141
>Celestia coordinates successful civil suit. Claims long distance relationship and his odd behavior is how they bond. Falsifies psychiatric documentation and retains good lawyer.

>Anon is out of the ward within the week and after a very public civil suit Anon wins and the city is forced to pay out costing the tax payer millions.

>Anon buys pizza.

>>28908872
Naw dawg, it'd never get that far.
Government would never let their secret project get out like that, and the second Celestia tried they'd shut her down and wipe her memory.
They'd write Anon off as a dumbass who should've kept his mouth shut when asked about the girl in his phone, and intervene by doctoring information so he's constantly drugged up to his eyeballs, never able to speak of what he knows about the project or even remember Celestia, just as she can never remember him as she works with her new friend.

>>28908895
>and intervene by doctoring information so he's constantly drugged up to his eyeballs, never able to speak of what he knows about the project or even remember Celestia, just as she can never remember him as she works with her new friend.
You kidding me? That's way too much work. Anon would make like someone investigating the Clintons and commit suicide by shooting himself in the back of the head from 10 feet away.

Communism will prevail.

>>28908895
>>28908949
Yeah, if it ever got that bad he'd just commit suicide by taping his hands behind is back and tying cinder blocks to his feet before jumping off a bridge into a river.

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>>28909984
Or dying in a tragic weightlifting accident.

>>28907404
If arcane energy can be converted into other types of energy, it would stand to reason that conversion processes exist going the other way: i.e, converting electrical energy to 'arcane' energy. But what would really matter is what you wanted to use the energy to actually do, that's what would determine whether you'd need arcane energy at all.

>>28909993
What are they actually doing in that pic

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>>28903402
>thread's been up for 8 hours
>Writefag_Is_Kill have yet to post

>>28911010
My guess is that they're practising loading the drone. Don't want to practice with live missiles, so they'll be drilling with something a similar weight/shape

>>28911064
>Probably won't have anything ready until next thread

That doesn't sound like he said he'd have it right away,

>>28911947
I read it as
>If I haven't posted within seconds of the thread going up, start bitching

>>28904316
Just updated now. http://pastebin.com/8R51kA1N

>You are Luna.
>You’re on a mission.
>A mission to fix the mess Sparkle’s making, preferably before it gets out of control.
>But you have a hoof tied behind your back.
>You need to keep Celestia as a last resort, there’s no telling how Twilight will react.
>And she doesn’t seem to like you all that much.
>The feeling is mutual.
>And so you’re relying on the babysitter.
>You’ve never really approved of her being a princess.
>She’s weak willed.
>Soft.
>She hasn’t been hardened by millenia of hardship.
>Maybe in a few thousand years she’ll be ready.
>But right now it’s quite simply an insult that she bare the same title as you.
>She’s a follower, not a leader.
>She doesn’t exude the air of authority that a proper princess needs.
>She doesn’t belong on a throne.

”Cadence. We need to talk. Follow.”

>“Where-”

”Now.”

>You found her walking down a corridor, likely heading to Twilight’s chambers.
>You’ve been informed that she’s keeping a close eye on Twilight.
>Trying her best to mitigate the damage.
>And failing miserably.
>That’s why you like Cadence.
>She tries hard and means well.
>She’s a good mare.
>And were she more capable she’d likely be a good leader.
>Yes, you like Cadence quite a lot. You just don’t respect her.
>She follows for a few minutes without word.
>Eventually she changes her mind and stops still.

>“Where are we going? I mean, where are YOU going?”

>You turn to look at her.
>She’s trying to seem confident, but she’s shirking back under your gaze.
>You give a nod of sparing approval.

”Better. You’re finally starting to grow a spine. Stand up tall next time- yes, now straighten your neck.”

>A few orders later and she has a proper dignified posture.
>Indeed, she’ll be a good leader some day.
>Just not yet.

>>28913108
”And don’t take so long to ask next time. We’re going to talk to Twilight about the mess she’s made. That was your plan anyway, yes? She’s in my sisters quarters, not her own chambers.”

>You start walking again.
>She follows behind when she SHOULD be walking abreast of you.
>Baby steps...

“What do we need to talk about?”

>She must not realise how well informed you are.
>It’s plausible that you know more of Twilight’s actions than she does despite your absence.
>And you’re likely the single most qualified pony in history to interpret the signs.

>”Don’t play dumb. I know the whole deal. Twilight got angry, blew some stuff up, it felt good, and now she’s looking for excuses to fight. She’s dangerous, Cadance. Remember that.”

>A quick glance back and you see a worried grimace plastered on her face.
>It’s genuine.
>And it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why.

“I’ll make sure she knows you didn’t tell me.”

>You push the door to your sister’s study aside without so much as knocking.

”You shouldn’t be in my sister’s private quarters, Sparkle!’

>Twilight turns her head to look at the source of the intrusion.
>She pushes away from the rich mahogany disk and the mounds of papers that cover it.
>She fails to notice some of her papers move slightly as one of your hidden agents reads them.
>You’ll have to have words with Silent Vigil for her sloppy work.

>”Luna. I thought you’d abandoned Equestria. Oh, hello Cadence.”

>She growls your name out.
>Which is to be expected.
>Thankfully, she doesn’t seem to be angry at Cadence.
>Yet.

”Oh, I’ve put FAR too much work into this state to leave it in your care.”

>”Fat lot of good it did! Equestria is a joke. At the first sign of trouble, everypony turns on their friends and neighbors. Rioting, looting, muggings- it’s like they were looking for an excuse to turn into animals. Maybe they were. That’s what they are at heart.”

>>28913114
“But not you of course. You’re FAR better than them.”

>”I know you’re being sarcastic, but you’re right. I’m the leader they need. Your services will no longer be needed. When I’m in charge, everpony will trust each other. There won’t be crime waves. There will only be harmony.”

>”That sounds wonderful!”

”Don’t trust her Cadence. She’s a madmare. I recognise the symptoms, Sparkle. Or do you mean to tell me the ten minutes you spent the other day striking that tree was totally normal?”

>”How-”

”The puppy did nothing wrong, Twilight. You just got mad over absolutely nothing.”

>”What puppy? What happened?”

>You ignore Cadance’s question.

”I know dark magic, Twilight. And you REEK of it. You’re glaring at me and grinding your teeth! I bet you’re thinking of killing me right now, aren’t you? Anything to shut me up. Everything you’re thinking sounds like a great idea, it’s all so clear now, isn’t it? But a month ago you’d have been appalled by the wretch you’ve become.”

>”Here I am trying to clean up the mess you made, and you’re calling ME a wretch?”

“Yes. Your goals may be noble, but you’ll still find a way to pervert them. It’ll give you absolutely everything you could have ever wanted Sparkle. Power, wealth, pleasure. It’ll make all your dreams come true. And NONE of it will make it worthwhile. I wanted attention; I was SICK of being ignored! It sure as Tartarus made the public pay attention to me! Sombra wanted the Crystal Empire’s borders to be secure against the frost giants. At first he just drew power to fend them off. In the end? His slave army proved to be a better solution. Celestia wanted to be warm. She just couldn’t take the cold any longer! And had fate not intervened, the world would have burned. You’ll have your harmony, Twilight. And IF you ever recover, IF! Well then, you’ll be sickened by it.”

>>28913122
>”I just want to stop the infighting. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I don’t know yet. I’d much rather we never found out. I strongly advise that you go back to Ponyville. Spend time with your friends. Avoid all the stress of the crown at all costs. And most of all, don’t use ANY magic at all unless your life depends on it. Maybe not even then.”

>It takes a great deal of effort and discipline to keep the yearning and regret from your voice.
>Luckily, you’ve plenty of experience.
>You deliver the statement with calm and firm words.
>Meanwhile, Twilight returns to her work and picks up a quill with her magic.

>”Yeah. I’m not taking advice from Nightmare Moon.”

>Your immediate impulse is to beat her smug face in.
>But you restrain yourself with minimal effort.

”I see. You’ll not heed my words regardless of what I say?”

>”Piss off. I’m busy.”

>You highly doubt anything you say will take root.
>She sees you as the enemy.
>Not a welcome development, but not at all unexpected.

“Cadence, you’re up.”

>She steps in with genuine concern adorning her visage.

>”Twilight. I’m worried about you.”

>”I’m fine, Cadence.”

>Soft words are whispered into your ear as Vigil relays her findings.
>She’s been looking over Twilight’s papers all day
>And from the sounds of it, she’s found some good leverage.

>”But I don’t think you are! We haven’t done our dance since you returned from the front lines. Remember? Sunshine sunshine ladybugs awake?

>”Yeah… I just have a lot on my mind.”

>”The staff are afraid of you, Twilight. They don’t want to be near you.”

>She turns around again.
>She looks so very tired…

>”Yeah. I kinda exploded at that maid, didn’t I? Looks I’m under a lot of stress right now, that’s all. , they’re just words.”

>”Well, okay. If you’re sure. But if you need anypony to talk to, I’m there for you.”

“Hold up.”

>>28913130
>You’re not going to let her worm her way out of this so easily!

“What about the war you just started?”

>”Still working out the details”

“You declared WAR without working out all the details?”

>”I think it makes sense. Shiney said that we were woefully unprepared. What happens if they come back? We have to be ready.”

>”Exactly. We aren’t going to be able to trade blows with them unless they come back anyway. And when they get here, I want to be prepared.”

>Of course.
>Cadence hasn’t thought it through either.
>You COULD explain it to her, and you’re sure she’d understand.
>But it would take FAR too long.
>And Twilight has a convenient rationalisation to boot.
>Luckily, a little bird told you about something quite convenient.
>You brush past Twilight and grab a document seemingly at random.
>A quick glance confirms it to be the right one.
>Your intel was good, as always.

“Public hangings of all violent criminals, then?”

>”WHAT?”

>Cadence is exactly as shocked as you’d hoped.
>You pass her the document.

>”Should be found to have committed… to be hanged by the neck- TWILIGHT!”

>”It must be done. In MY Equestria, everypony will trust each other. They won’t be afraid of their neighbors because they’ll all have been scared straight.”

>You keep sifting through the papers.
>You already know where to look, but you’re feigning ignorance.

“Beheadings for false testimony?”

>”I won’t have ponies spreading malicious lies. My law shan’t be used for personal gain.”

“Home invasion, death. Arson, death. Burglary- oh? Not death. They just have to pay back thirty times the value of the stolen objects. That’s not as bad.”

>”Out.”

“They won’t stand for this, Twilight. The public has a will of its own. They are not mindless drones.”

>”Get. OUT!”

“Celestia will be ashamed of you.”

>And just like that, the quill snaps in Twilight’s grip.

>>28913137
>”Don’t you DARE. DON’T YOU DARE USE HER. She’s dead. Gone. And I won’t tolerate you, or anypony else using her to manipulate me!”

>She once again turns to face you.
>Snarling.
>Growling.

“You give up on her far too readily. A little fire would never keep the Unconquered Sun down. Though I suppose it’s now the once conquered sun, she can’t be too pleased about that.”

>”Auntie lives?”

“She does. It will be some time before she’s recovered enough to have visitors, but she lives.”

>”Don’t listen to her LIES!”

“Cadence. You are with foal, and we will be relying on you to manage the heavens. You can’t risk your wellbeing. I urge you to exercise extreme caution when dealing with Sparkle. Speaking of. My conditions are non-negotiable, Sparkle. No magic whatsoever. I will be watching you very closely. And I WILL save you from this, whether you want me to or not.”

>”Isn’t that a bit harsh, auntie Luna? Why can she use no magic at all? Is there no room for half measures?”

>You turn to Cadence with a level expression.

“Yes. There is room for half measures. THIS!”

>You point at the stump on your forehead.
>You channel magic through it with all your might.
>Sharp stabbing pain wracks your skull as sparks dribble out impotently.

“THIS is a half measure. I’m going easy on Twilight because my sister has faith in her. Either she stop using magic, or I stop her myself. This is your only warning.”

>You march from the room, heart racing.
>You let out a deep shuddering breath once you’re well out of hearing range.
>It was a delicate balancing act.
>You had to prove to Cadence that Twilight was not as she seemed.
>And you hope you’ve proved to Twilight that she is not in control.
>Neither of her actions, nor in control of Equestria.
>And you had to do it all without pushing her hard enough to incite violence.
>Because if she were to strike?
>It’s hard to say how far she’d go.

>>28913144
>But you made it out unscathed and you made your point.
>How well it worked depends on how far gone she is.
>And you aren’t exactly optimistic.
>But there are backup plans.
>And you will be watching.
>You’ll always be watching.
>For now though you can’t yet act.
>While unlikely it IS possible she’ll do the right thing.
>No sense in roughing her up too much if she complies.
>Besides.
>’Tia says she had a backup plan in case Twilight went rogue.
>Maybe it was better than your idea.
>You head upstairs towards her bed chamber intent on checking on her.
>Past the stained glass windows.
>Past the guard station.
>Past the huge hole in the brick wall.

“What in the world?”

>You poke your nose through the hole in the architecture.
>To your surprise there’s an entire room on the other side.
>Though it’s a bit too dim to make out just what that room is.

>”Ah, Luna. I heard the whole thing.”

>Celestia’s voice.
>You push in past the rubble and take a look around.
>It takes some time for your eyes to adjust but before too long you can faintly see rows upon rows of shelves each choc full of scrolls and tomes.

>”You did well, but I’m still worried. Twilight’s words are quite concerning.”

>You try not to pay too much mind to the fact that she heard you from a different room on a different floor.
>You can just barely make out Celestia in the far side of the room browsing through the scrolls at a blinding pace.
>Dropping them within seconds of picking them up.

“What is this?”

>”Ah yes. Welcome to my private archives. I couldn’t teleport into it as I’m meant to, so I had to make a door. Thankfully my hooves were more than enough for the job.”

>She kicked down the wall!?

>”Fun fact. These are all encoded, and I can’t seem to remember the keys.”

“Meaning?”

>”It’s all useless.”

>She nonchalantly throws an ancient book over her shoulders.

>>28913146
>”I’m memorizing them at a glance, but I’ve no clue what any of them mean. I’m absolutely certain I have a plan here for dealing with Twilight, but I doubt we’ll be able to figure it out in time.”

“You know my plan. Should I proceed?”

>”Give her a chance.”

“She’ll fail.”

>”You don’t know that.”

>You actually do.
>But you doubt you can convince your sister of that.
>She has great faith in Twilight Sparkle.

>”I hate to ask this of you, but could you fetch Spitfire for me?”

“The Wonderbolt? I thought you didn’t want to be seen.”

>”I trust her. Though I’m not certain where she is. If you can spare some of your agents to track her down, it would be greatly appreciated. Speaking of, how many agents do you have? They’re EVERYWHERE! You can’t turn a corner without running into one.”

“I have enough.”

>One hour later.

>You see Spitfire walking into a nearby tavern just as you’d been told.
>It would seem as though she’s been shipping her training exercises as of late to come to this place.
>Ever since Sparkle’s first speech in which she said that your sister had perished.

"Captain. Such behavior is unbecoming of you.”

>She freezes mid stride as you step out of the shadows.
>The riffraff patronizing the dive cease their drinking and start grovelling.

“Come. We have much to discuss.”

>She snaps to attention and zooms in behind you and locks in step as you start heading back.

“You’re a disgrace. Drinking in the middle of the day while on duty. You’re nude, your mane hasn’t been brushed in days- are you trying to get a dishonorable discharge?”

>”What does it matter? You aren’t going to want me, and I sure as hell ain’t working for the purple one.”

>As you’d suspected.
>She was loyal to Celestia; she believes her raison d’etre is gone.

“You give up too easily.”

>She doesn’t answer.

“Tell me about-”

>>28913150
>There is a brilliant flash of light from above.
>You look skyward and see a rather shocking sight.
>Two new massive lights hang in the sky; a second and third sun adorn the heavens.
>Each far brighter than the original.
>You quickly avert your gaze as the brilliant lights sear your eyes.
>The usual hordes of adoring ponies have completely forgotten about the princess in their midst and have taken to looking skyward.
>To the aberration of the natural order.
>You get the sinking feeling that this is bad news.
>But you’ve no clue what it means!
>The nameless one told you that the sun was a nearby star much like your own.
>Only apparently larger due to proximity; in reality it’s a fairly small one.
>Are there more stars nearby?
>Or is this something else?
>What could be so bright as a star?
>You need to know more.
>There’s somebody you can ask.
>And you aren’t finding answers here.

“Keep moving.”

>”What was that?”

“I’ll know soon enough. Let’s go.”

>You take flight and move as fast as you can.
>Spitfire hesitates a moment before following.
>You don’t wait up.
>Before too long she snaps out of it and flies up to meet you.
>Her quick wings reach you without trouble and you soon find the two of you perched atop the sun tower.
>You head in.
>Perhaps you would ask a few questions were you not so distracted.
>But extra suns aren’t exactly something you can readily push out of mind.
>Thoughts and worries swirl about your mind as you descend the spiral stairs.
>Before you even realise it you’ve reached the gaping hole in the wall.
>You quickly dismiss the guards you’d posted to keep riffraff out, it wouldn’t do well if they heard Celestia speaking from within.

“Enter.”

>Spitfire quietly peers into the darkness.
>She raises a hesitant hoof to climb over the rubble.
>A thought occurs.

“Hold.”

>This would be a good opportunity to test her.
>It’s not every day you get to hear how your death affected others.

>>28913153
“Tell me why you’re such a wreck.”

>”Why shouldn’t I be? Princess Celestia’s gone.”

>You remain impassive in the hopes that she’ll elaborate.

>”I worked for her and her alone. Now that she’s gone I’m just… I’m so tired. I don’t care anymore, Luna. I’ve got nothing left to care about.”

>She’s tearing up.
>You’re certain Celestia heard the whole thing.
>Whether or not she knew this was how it would pan out you’re not certain.
>But if she ever doubted it before, she doesn’t now.
>Spitfire is hers.

>”I just miss her so much.”

*SNIFF*

>This has gone on long enough.
>You can barely stand to see such a strong mare break down.

“Go on in. I promise you’ll be safe. And I suspect that what you’ll find will brighten your day more than three suns ever could.”

>She climbs over the broken bricks with little hesitation.

>”There has never been such a grand day for a flight.”

*GASP*

>An oddly comfortable silence hangs for several seconds before Spitfire responds.

>”I’d love to warm my wings beneath the orange sun?”

>”Then let us away.”

>You can barely suppress a groan as they finish the exchange.
>Celestia’s code phrases suck.

“That’s supposed to sound like casual conversation, you know. Nopony talks like that.”

>They ignore your sage advice.

>”Is- is it really you?”

>”Yes, my phoenix.”

>Pet names?
>Ugh.
>You don’t feel comfortable staying and listening.
>Besides, you need to get answers.

“You two are on your own, I’ve got business to take care of.”

>You start heading down the stairs so you may contact the nameless one.

>”I- I thought you were…”

>Spitfire never finishes the sentence.


>You are Spike.
>You are on a vehicle.
>A different one this time.
>One with rocket propulsion.
>You’ve been on it for nearly an hour now.

>>28913158
>The Visitor said he wanted to show you something.
>Not through a screen and not through words, but a firsthand view.
>He warned you that the trip would be quite unpleasant.
>But you’ve just been sitting idle on the ground.
>With no word from him.
>It’s getting both worrying and boring at the same time.

>”Sorry about that! Had something to take care of. Stay in your seat, things are about to get heavy.”

>You don’t exactly know what he means.
>Could that be another idiom that doesn’t translate?
>Suddenly you can feel yourself being pushed into the hard seating.
>The pressure grows and grows.
>A massive roaring sound surrounds you.

>”This is normal, stay calm.”

>You manage to lift your head and look at the console in front of you.
>5.8km/s and climbing.
>140 km above sea level.
>Your vision starts to dim.
>You can no longer muster the strength to lift your head as it grows heavier and heavier.
>Just when you start to think you can’t take any more, it stops.
>And you feel so very light.

>”Right. It’s safe to get out of your seat. You’re going to float here, so try not to panic.”

>You wait a few minutes to calm down.
>The fake heart in your chest continues to beat at what would be an alarming rate for an organic.
>For you though, there’s no concern of heart attacks.
>After a while you remove the straps that were holding you in place.
>You try to stand but quickly find yourself floating in midair.
>Despite the warning you immediately start flailing your arms and legs wildly, desperately seeking purchase.

>”When ready, swim over to the window and look out.”

>The side of the craft somehow becomes transparent.
>Again, it takes some time for you to collect yourself.
>But finally you start to do as he said.
>You swim through the air.
>It’s a bizarre sensation, but not unpleasant.
>When you reach the window, you see it.
>A massive blue, green, and white ball is spinning below you.

>>28913163
>You can see familiar shapes whizzing by beneath the swirling white masses.

“Is that…”

>”Your homeworld. The entire thing.”

>You watch entranced as the whole world spins below.
>The rolling hills that the minotaurs call home.
>The vast grasslands and forests of Equestria.
>The mountain ranges upon which the Gryphons perch.
>The huge chaotic mass of clouds below you blocks your vision, but you can still make out Sanctuary, sticking out like a sore claw.

>”5.2 sextillion tonnes, 490 million square kilometers, 12 million meters across- none of those things are important. By far the most interesting part of it? Sapient population of 520 million.”

>You almost feel like you could reach out and touch it.
>The whole of the world literally sits before you.
>The impossibly massive place that you call home.
>Where every pony ever has been born, has lived, has died.
>The entirety of known history happened on that ball.
>Every battle, every fight, every celebration, EVERYTHING!
>A year ago, that blue ball would have represented the entirety of your known universe.
>From the surface it’s inconceivably huge.
>From up here it almost looks…
>Small.

“It’s gorgeous.”

>”It’s depressing.”

>You look to the source of the voice for clarification.
>Then you feel silly.
>The speakers aren’t in the same place as the cameras after all.

>>28913168
>”It was hard for me to come to terms with this place. It’s so alien from what I know. How to explain this… most of the machines you’ve seen me make are crude by my standards. I know spatial distortion, I understand teleportation and superlinear travel. When I was a research associate I contributed to a paper arguing that there are 5 or 7 physical dimensions, but not 6. I’ve never studied [robotics] in a serious way. The stuff you saw me make was crudely cobbled together by an amature. I’m used to living in a world where everything has been engineered to death, where even the most mundane products have had centuries of thought put into every tiny detail. As different as Sanctuary is to you, your world is even more different to me.”

>You try for a moment to imagine the reality he’s describing.
>Unsurprisingly it totally eludes you.

>”When I first confirmed there was sapient life here I started looking for signs of advanced technology. I always attributed magic to nanomachines or satellites. When the Equestrian army came at me I assumed they were unintelligent beasts that had scavenged their equipment, or perhaps been gifted with it. It didn’t make sense to me that there would be thinking beings that lived in such squalor. I wound up scouring space for signs of any satellite network, I searched every square millimeter of the world for any [electronics]. No matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find anything better than a steam train. It simply baffled me to see an inhabited world that was so… primitive.”

>His speech is starting to get a little insulting.
>But you know he means no harm.
>He simply speaks the truth.

“Knowing you I’d have thought that would be exciting. A chance to discover something totally new, explore something that you didn’t know existed. Why is it depressing?”

>”Because I’m softhearted.”

>>28913178
>The window grows opaque for a split second.
>It’s then replaced with video of Applejack in her fields.
>She’s drenched in sweat as usual, pulling a cart behind herself.
>It seems to be loaded in pulled weeds and sawed branches.

>”Look at that. What do you see?”

“A friend going about her business. Probably just finished pruning an orchard.”

>No answer for nearly a minute.

>”That answer is depressing in and of itself. You see nothing wrong with that image at all, do you? To me, it’s abhorrent. This is a living, thinking, feeling being. She’s been cursed with a short, miserable life. And how does she spend it? She toils endlessly. Not because she wants to, but because she has no choice. One of the ponies she lives with just died you know. When she should have been mourning, she toiled. Then I brought them back to her. When she should have been celebrating, she toiled. And now, weeks later, when she should be savouring that gift I gave her? She still toils. Her life is being WASTED on mindless labour. I should hate her. I should hate them all! They’ve done NOTHING but make my life miserable. And yet, I can’t help but pity them.”

>The feed goes dark and the window once again becomes transparent.
>You’re once more looking out over the blue ball below you.

>”No matter where you look on that globe you’ll find the same thing. Every species, every nation, EVERYONE. They’re born into a cruel uncaring world. They work hard to support themselves, often barely scraping by. They grow old, and then they die. None of these things should be happening. And yet, there are hundreds of millions of them facing this every single day. It’s all they know. They don’t even realise how wrong it is. They should be born into a safe, comfortable world. They shouldn’t be forced to spend their lives on backbreaking labour. Their bodies shouldn’t fail them as they age. And most of all, death should ALWAYS be voluntary.”

>>28913181
“That’s just the way it is.”

>”And that’s the problem. I want to help them, Spike. But I can’t. I’m too busy.”

“What do you mean? You’ve done plenty to help them! What about everyone who has fake organs? What about me?”

>”Glorified bandages covering a gaping chest wound. Their brains will still decay as they age. There’s only so much patchwork I can do before there’s nothing left. They need real solutions, and I can’t provide them.”

“Why not?”

>”I don’t have the head for genetics. Sure, I could figure it out given enough time, but as I said. I’m way too busy.”

“With what?”

>The wall goes opaque once more.
>Nothing comes up though.
>You start to look around.
>The opposite wall is now transparent, and you see it.
>Two massive balls of light.
>You close your bad eye and focus with the good one.
>You can’t make out anything through the light.

>”Meet mom and dad. Unlike baby, they didn’t have shells. Just the gooey pink innards surrounded by obscene amounts of magic. Luna was right, that was an egg. The Titan we killed down there was a hatchling, Spike. And somewhere out there something noticed.”

>The brilliant spheres continue to burn brighter than the sun as the unfathomable energy radiates away.
>Presumably the remnants of their magical charge that was once turned against them.

>”My arsenal is depleted. Gone. Empty. And my power grid was overburdened from powering all the energy weapons. The finishing blow that you designed worked just fine, but I needed WAY more suppressing fire to land the blow. The amount of magic the hatchling had was paltry next to this. I need to expand my operations further, build up a better arsenal, design better weapons, maybe phone home for some better designs… I’ve got much to do. They might not come back again, but I don’t want to count on that. I doubt you do either.”

“Is- can you handle them?”

>>28913187
>”Yes. I’m going to turn the whole world, the whole STAR SYSTEM into a massive fortress. I’m at my limit in terms of sophistication, but I haven’t even started when it comes to scale. If they come back, they’ll find guns beneath every tree, beneath every blade of grass! They’ll find lasers gunning at them from innumerable space platforms, missiles coming from all directions- I’m going to set up wormholes so I can teleport bombs right into their faces. Don’t worry, Spike.”

>That’s not as comforting as you’d have hoped.
>The idea that there might be even more of them…
>The idea that they have HIM scared…
>The future is entirely uncertain.
>Staring out at the brilliant lights that don’t seem to be fading.
>You can’t even guess at how much energy they were holding.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

>”No. I doubt you’ll be able to catch up to me fast enough- unless… Maybe you can’t help with the defence, but there IS something I think you can do for me. I’ll save the world, Spike. You need to save its inhabitants.”

“From what?”

>”From nature. You were already trying to cure aging in ponies, right? Do it. Do it for all the sapients. Eliminate manual labour, wipe out disease and famine. Make this world worth protecting.”

>Wow.
>He’s asking an awful lot.
>There’s no way you can pull that all off.

“I don’t think I can. I’m just one drake.”

>”Yeah. I know. I’ll give you all the support I can, if that helps.”

...

>>28913207
>”You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I’m not the boss of you. But I ask that you at least think about it. Every three seconds that you hasten the end of aging, you save a life. Think about it.”

>The line goes dead and you’re left alone with your thoughts.
>Staring down on the world.
>Tick.
>Tick.
>Death.
>Tick.
>Tick.
>Death.
>Tick.
>Tick...


That's it. Hopefully it was worth the wait.

Mixed feelings here. I really don't like the Spitfire part and I was sorely tempted to cut it entirely, but I wanted to make Celestia come off as less robotic. Having her worry about one of her more important subjects seemed like a good way to do it. Does it detract too much from the main story to warrant this? Or was it worth trying to reinforce the idea that she's still a caring, living being?

>>28913213
I say that the Celestia part is not only worth it, but does blend nicely into it.
I like the new twist and direction this story is going and I was curious to what Anon was being busy with.

>>28913213
I greatly enjoyed it write fag : d it was fantastically written!!!! Made me tear up, thankyou : 3

>Anon and everyone put lots of sweat and blood into beating the Titans and curing Equestria's problems.
>Anon finally gets the portal open
>Earth fleet comes through
>First thing they do is glass the planet with question

>>28913541
What kinda question anon?

>>28913168

>Pale blue dot reference.

bueno

>>28913607
"THAT" question

>>28913541
Problem solved. Forever.

>>28913607
The only one that matters.
Do we use the BIG gun and do it in one big blast?
Or use all the smaller guns and draw out the fun?

>>28913541
It was a good end after all.

>>28914246
>Brings the laser online
>As the world burns, carve...
>"HUMANS WERE HERE! PONIES ARE LOSERS!"
>...into the moon

>>28914260
When I read this all I could imagine was Gary Oak in command of a ship giving the order the write the message on the moon.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jm-upHSP9KU

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>>28913607
I know he didn't mean thus guy but fuck him, this would be awesome.

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I've got a bunch more in the bin, still not ready. Merely a look into what will be coming in the update. I'll try to finish this update tomorrow, enjoy.

On a sidenote, pic related.

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>>28913213
Anon is best space communist.
Hopefully he adds a dead hand system to everything too.

>>28914929
Oh shit, Anon better not fight the poners. You remember what happened last time you tried that?

And I'm back again! To the three people who are still reading my green, this is gonna be fairly long to make up for my inactivity.

>You’re Anon again.
>After the first few weeks, the phone hype dies down somewhat, but ponies still seem excited when they use one.
>It’s certainly made communication a lot easier, though, which is good.
>Even if that does mean your job is a lot harder now.
>Every message, update, question, and reminder that would have waited until you reached your office is now waiting for you at any one of your other offices, and after a week it reaches a point where you’re working on everything at once.
>But after a few carefully-worded memorandums to your employees, it’s over as soon as it started.
>After all, you need to focus right now.
>After a few years of managing more than one company, you notice that, most of the time, emergencies only happen one at a time.
>This time, the crisis is in City Planning.
>Lancaster is rapidly approaching 400 blocks in size, and, if the current trends continue, the city will be nothing short of sprawling by 1910.
>There needs to be some sort of large-scale organization put into place right away, because it’s going to be very hard to do it if you wait any longer.
>After a few days of brainstorming, you decide that superblocks are the answer.
>You create nine 20 block by 20 block superblocks, each bordered by wide boulevards with public transportation and green space in the medians.
>The center superblock holds the current extent of Lancaster.

>>28915872
>The northwest, north, northeast, and west superblocks are split into four single-family districts with a small urban core of mid-rise buildings in the center.
>The east superblock is divided into a residential zone and an industrial zone, with mid-rise buildings serving as a buffer between the two areas.
>The south superblock will be an extension of the downtown area, containing mostly high-rise buildings.
>The southeast superblock will be a mix of industrial buildings and mid-rise apartment buildings.
>And, most importantly, the southwest superblock will house the main branches of government with multi-family townhomes encircling it and a stretch of mid and high-rises connecting it with the downtown area.
>You delegate planning of the superblocks to the rest of the department, deciding to focus on designing what you call Capital Square with North Point.


>You’re in your office in the City Planning Department on the ninth floor of City Hall.
>North Point knocks on the door and you let her in, locking the door behind you.
>You don’t want to be disturbed, and this is important.
>You’ve kept your plans for the capital a secret, going so far as to mark the entire superblock “TBD” on your masterplan for the city.
>You grab a few papers from your stately, organized desk on one end of the room and take them over to your much more chaotic drafting table on the other end.
>Being the head of multiple levels of the government has its perks.
>You lay out a fresh sheet of paper, already divided into 400 squares.
“This is our superblock.”
>You grab a sketch you made quite literally on the back of a napkin and show it to North Point.
“This is what I’m thinking we do.”

>>28915876
>Right at the center of the drawing is a plus-shaped park, with four large blocks on either end, and a grid of normal 200’ square blocks in the corners.
“On each end of the park we put a branch of government. For the Legislative branch, the new Capitol Building, for the Judicial branch, the Supreme Court Building, and for the Executive branch, a meeting hall for the Cabinet. I haven’t thought of anything for the fourth end.”
>”How about some sort of house for the President?”
“It’d seem a little pretentious to build myself a new house.”
>”The way I see it, the President needs to have some sort of building there, because if there isn’t one it gives him a sense of detachment from the political process. And, since the President needs to be involved in the political process for it to function, that’s not good.”
“That makes sense, I guess. What sort of buildings do the leaders of other countries live in?”
>”Well, Equestria has a castle, obviously. I think the other countries all have palaces. I’ve never seen one myself, but I’ve heard they’re vast.”
“Well that won’t do. Building myself a palace? Hell no. I don’t have that big of an ego.”
>Yes you do.
>And your mind is already starting to wander.
>In the summer before eighth grade, your family went on vacation in Washington DC.
>You were mesmerized by the beautiful architecture, but one building still stands out in your mind today.
>After you took a tour of the White House, you were in love.
>It’s just so stately, so classy, and so beautiful from any angle.
>If there’s any building that should sit on that land, that’s the one.
“I think I have an idea for that.”
>”Let’s see it.”
“It’s similar to another building on Earth, so I have something to go off of.”
>You provide a quick sketch of the front facade and North Point raises an eyebrow.
>Another drawing of the south end and she’s in love too.
“What do you think?”

>>28915884
>”Can you draw a floor plan?”
>You sure as hell can.
>After quickly sketching the layout of the building and quickly labeling and explaining the purpose of each room, she begins slowly nodding her head.
>”And how big is the building?”
“Well, naturally, we’d scale it down a little. With the porticoes included, the building is 168 by 152 feet.”
>”That would fit.”
“On Earth, the building had wings attached to each end that held some offices. Plus, the rooms would be massive to ponies.”
>”Alright then. Let’s get to work.”
>You spend weeks fleshing out the new government buildings.
>The Capitol Building, the Supreme Court Building, the Cabinet Building, and the Executive Residence all come together on paper.
>Meanwhile, wide swaths of dirt are excavated to make way for the large boulevards that border the new superblocks.
>And well before they’re finished, houses are erected, utilities are run, and streets are paved to the neighborhoods on the other side of the road.
>AMC also continues their period of rapid expansion, snapping up factories as fast as they’re built.
>The City Planning department finishes their development plan for keeping up with Lancaster’s rapid growth.
>You also sign the Homestead Act of 1908 into law, which guarantees 100 acres of land, spaced out evenly in order to stay aligned with Lancaster’s grid system, as long as the property is lived on.
>Since most immigrants didn’t own the land the lived on or farmed on anyways, you receive many, many applications.
>That guarantees food security.
>The four parkways that border the “original” superblock are extended even further than previously planned to manage the growth.
>The roads branching off of them won’t be paved for a while, though, just grated.
>Your priority is still dealing with the rapid expansion that, if anything, has only grown since you signed the act.

>>28915893
>Word spread quickly and now even more ponies, griffons, and many other races are coming to Arcadia to own land.
>But none of this compares to the excitement you felt just hours before you put the final touches on the final blueprints, when your most recent invention was finally unveiled.
>The day after you started planning the government buildings, a small construction crew was sent north to Equestria.
>They followed the railroad tracks and sent telegraph lines to Equestria.
>A small telegraph station is constructed in Dodge Junction, and Princess Celestia herself visits to send the first message.
>You’re on the Arcadian side, sitting in a small room above the main concourse of Grand Central Station, right next to the three telegraph operators you’ve hired.
>Training them was difficult, but they were incredibly eager to learn.
>You sit up and flick a small switch at the corner of the wraparound desk.
>A small light above it flashes and you smile.
>Power is flowing through the lines.
>You quickly refer to the paper with Morse Code translations sitting beside you, steady your hand, and tap out a message.
.-- . .-.. -.-. --- -- . / - --- / - .... . / ..-. ..- - ..- .-. . .-.-.-
“Welcome to the future.”
>After a minute or so, the first few electronic beeps fill the room.
>You frantically write down the dots and dashes.
>.. ... -. .----. - / - .... .. ... / .-- --- -. -.. . .-. ..-. ..- .-.. ..--..
>”Isn’t this wonderful?”
>You start tapping again, grinning from ear to ear.
“There’s plenty more where this came from.”
>”I can’t wait. The world just became a good deal smaller.”
“Signing off for now, Anonymous.”
>”Best wishes to you and your nation, Celestia.”
>You shake hooves with the telegraph operators and leave the room.

>>28915900
>From there you hurried back to the City Planning Department, where you finalized the plans.
>All that in just two months.
>The plan for the government district has changed slightly from your original design.
>The designated area was eight blocks by eight blocks, and nine blocks on either corner had been originally earmarked for more government buildings.
>But you’re omitting the streets between them and making each corner an extension of the central park.
>Aside from that, nothing much is different.
>Construction crews will arrive at the site and Arcadia’s artisans will begin crafting the ornate woodwork and stonework of the expansive buildings very soon.
>And you’re looking forward to the move.

And done! Sorry again for the long wait, I've been very busy and very stressed. I'm trying the best I can to write more.

Pastebin is updated. Link: http://pastebin.com/eufFYFaw

>>28915918
Glad to see you back Scotty

>>28915918
Fuck you Scotty

>>28913213
Fuck.
I just realized why you did the titan thing. You had the titans design the ponies to constantly fight each other for their entertainment to explain why they were being unreasonably assholeish even when they must have realized they had no chance.

>>28915918
Always nice surprise to see your green.

>>28913213
great as always

what happens next?

>>28917188
Anon gonna call home and send them DNA and other data he collected in horseland.
Turned out, no one on the planet was capable of inventing shit because of Titan DNA shenanigans, except for some critters that dig rocks, they mutated by radiation in the planet crust.
Pinkerton Po is clearly a mutant, I mean look at her family they all grey-ish and she is PINK!
They do dumb labor and she invent shit and can write a song almost instantly.
Cloudy Quartz probably ate uranium chunk when she was pregnant.

>>28917365
Aint she and Marble twins thou?

>>28917399
it comes down to your definition of twins for non-humans

>>28903402
>No one will ever write klutzy science Daapi
W H Y W H Y
H Y W H Y W
Y W H Y W H
W H Y W H Y
H Y W H Y W
Y W H Y W H

>>28917982
Cant say i havent tried but that s hard af

I d love to read a green of that as well thou

>>28917982
>W H Y W H Y
>H Y W H Y W
>Y W H Y W H
>W H Y W H Y
>H Y W H Y W
>Y W H Y W H

It look like a part of Derpy`s genetic code.

>>28913213
Great update.

>>28918506
Explains the eyes.

>>28913279
>>28913369
Glad to hear it. I really wasn't sure on that one. In general I think that anything that fails to add detracts. This green is long enough already that there's really no need to pad it out with useless scenes. But if it had the desired emotional response it was worth it.

>>28913541
Probably should have reminded the readers that he doesn't plan on going home anymore. He's a criminal for interfering with the affairs of an undeveloped planet. The statement that he wanted to contact home for weapon designs was meant to hint at desperation or fear. I'll try and fit a reminder of that in at some point.

>>28913733
Not as impactful as the original, but I'm still satisfied. Glad to see you were too.

>>28916660
It served a few purposes, but that's one of the main ones. They went 'rules of nature' on him not because it fit their philosophy of harmony, but because it really is what nature planned. I should try and point out the other reason soon I suppose.
Oh, and for anybody who missed it, I named them 'titans' because of Greek mythology. Lightning god named Zeus kills Titan. Since MLP takes so much from Greek myth it was just too perfect to pass up.

Droid will surely deliver

>>28914929
>The two of you come to the doorway, which forks off into two more halls.
>The sounds are coming from the right.
>Xore heads left without saying a word.
>Silently, you follow him.
>As you are running through the hall, you notice that everything is quiet.
>Well, everything except your and your newfound ally.
>Xore stops at the end of the hall to open the next door, and as he does so, you manage to catch up to him.
>"Keep up, if we lag behind much longer, I fear it will be too late.
>He attempts to open the door, which is locked.
>Xore bangs his hand on the door, and shakes his head.
>He grunts, and readies his weapon.
>"Stand back."
>You only nod, and step back a bit, giving the elite ample room.
>Once you're clear, he bashes the door open with his halberd, emitting a loud crash.
>The door is open, yet eerily moving on its hinges.
>You make another observation, that the room before you is pitch black.
>Not even one torch is lit.
>Xore doesn't seem to mind, and takes a step forward.
"Wait, stop."
>The elite ignores you, beginning to head into the room.
>"What are you doing, human? You're wasting my time!"
>The moment Xore enters the room, it is engulfed in light.
>A group of ponies stand there, armed with torches.
>From the ceiling hang a multitude of chandeliers, full of hot coals.
>And to top it all off, the ground is covered in oil.
>SHIT.

>>28918979
>Not padding with useless scenes
B-but muh word count...

>>28919218
>Xore stands there like an animal in headlights.
>You stumble on yourself as you make your way over, and attempt to pull your new accomplice back into the hall.
>As hard as you might try, you fail to pull his weight.
>The ponies drop the vases, and the oil catches.
>The flame quickly spreads around the room, wasting no time in approaching Xore.
>In a desperate effort, you hit the elite upside the head.
>Xore snaps out of his trance, and almost dives out of the room.
>By the time he's out the fire has spread across the floor, leaving no space uncovered.
>As Xore recovers, you look back to the ponies.
>Through the flames you can see one shouting orders to the other, and after a moment all but two leave their positions.
>Those that remain glare at you, waiting for you to make your move.
>Well, there goes that.
>You turn away from the flames, and look back to your partner.
"You're gonna get yourself killed if you keep being reckless. C'mon, the only doorway is at the other side of this hall."
>Xore stands up, and looks back at you.
>"Do not forget who you speak to, human."
>You ignore his words and begin to head for the other doorway.
>Xore does not fall behind, easily keeping up with you.
>You reach the other end of the hall in no less than twenty seconds. As you peer into the doorway, nothing seems to be wrong.
>On the other side of the door frame is a small room with a couple tables, as well as a map on the wall.
>Huh.
>Empty.
>Deciding not to take any risks, you slip off your glove and toss it into the room.
>Obviously, nothing happens.
>Good job, you accomplished nothing.

>>28919233
"Alright, it seems clear. I'm heading in. Watch my back, will ya?"
>Xore sneers at your words, but follows your instructions.
>Carefully, you step into the room, and clear your corners.
>Nothing.
>Okay, fuck, you're wasting time.
>You grab your glove and strap it on, and head into the next room.
>Empty again.
>You'd be wasting time if you were to check every room you head into.
>Your surroundings are a blur as you move through the compound, just trying to get the hell out of this place.
>Going through room after room, you finally come into what seems to be locked door.
>Inside the room is a rather large box, labelled prisoner belongings.
>You need to get in there, but there's no way you could bust that lock.
>Perhaps your partner-in-crime could be of assistance?
"Xore, you think you could help me out? Our stuff is in there, and I can't break this lock."
>He stifles a laugh.
>"Step aside, human, I shall take care of this."
>Xore breaks the lock with little to no effort, and opens the door.
>Eager to retrieve your weapons, you don't notice the tripwire.
>You fall on your face like an idiot, causing Xore to laugh.
>That laugh is short lived, however, as the trap activates.

>>28919243
>A battering ram swings down from the ceiling, flying over you and into the chest of the elite.
>He's sent back a couple feet, and the familiar sound of the clanking of armor enters your ears again.
>Dazed and confused, you recover from your fall as the enemy enters the room behind you.
>At least fifteen of the ponies stand around Xore, not noticing you at this second.
>"Aye, sir! We got one o' the bastards!"
>"Yeah, big man fell for the ram, knocked him cold. Say, if we've got him, where'd the other one go?"
>Silently, you crawl to the box.
>How are you going to get rid of them?
>There's no way you could take on that many.
>"Who knows, if these two were fighting before, this one probably killed it. Good riddance, I say."
>You reach the box, which, to your surprise, is unlocked.
>You recollect your weaponry, as well as your helmet.
>In your haste, the lid of the chest slips from your grasp, causing a loud bang as it slams shut.
>"Oi, over 'ere! He's in the storage room!"
>"He's gone after his stuff!"
>God damnit.
>You drop everything but your boomstick and slide on your helmet as the ponies gather around the door.
>You're cornered, and tired.
>Why can't you just go home?
>Well, maybe once these ponies have their way with you, you can.
>But why would you want to?
>As far as you know, your home is gone.
>You've got nothing left.
>There's nothing for you to go back to, and you're trapped in this alien world.
>Perhaps death could be the sweetest relief from the stress of the life you have lived.
>No.
>You wont let that happen.
>You aren't going to die in some godforsaken land of talking ponies and mythical creatures.
>These ponies, you don't even know who they are, why they fight.
>Maybe if you can get out of here, you can find sanctuary far from this place.
>But first comes the problem of actually getting past these ponies, and out of this hell hole.
>If you're lucky, perhaps you can scare them off.
>Your grip on your shotgun tightens, and you step forward.

>>28919253
>"What's it doing?"
>"I dunno, but it ain't stopping!"
>Their leader steps in front of the crowd.
>"Weapons ready!"
>In unison, the ponies point their weapons at you.
>You stop a few feet before them, just out of their reach.
>Let's hope this works.
"You're going to let us go, and you won't pursue."
>They burst into laughter at your demand.
>One of them speaks, as if to taunt you.
>"An' what if we don't??"
"I'll make you."
>You raise your M45, and point it into the crowd.
"You don't want to die trying to keep me in a cage, do you? Wouldn't you like to see your families again?"
>This results in more laughter.
>"What're ya gonna do with that little thing? That over-sized paperweight hardly looks like a weapon at all, 'least to me."
>The leader pushes his subordinate out of the way, and raises his voice.
>"Enough of this! Soldiers, I'll have no more of your banter, do you understand me?! I want you to put this beast down, now!"
>The ponies step forward, putting you in range of their attacks.
>Well, you tried.
>If they aren't going to cooperate you're going to have to take action.
>The pony that taunted you earlier, eager to attack, raises his weapon to swing.
>Bad move.
>You take advantage of this, moving out of the way as his axe comes down, clanging against the stone floor.
>Safe from his attack, you aim for his exposed underside.
>BANG
>"GYAAH!"
>CHU-CHUNK
>His body falls back onto another of the ponies, causing them to collapse under his weight.
>At the sight of your attack, some of the other ponies almost freeze, while others continue to charge you.
>As a second pony approaches, you try to dodge his swing by ducking low.
>He anticipates this, and his weapon nicks your shoulder.
>Deciding not to take any more risks, you hold your shotgun over your head as he raises his sword over his head.
>He brings it down onto your gun, and you kick him in his underside.
>The pony staggers back, and drops his sword.
>He looks up at you as you pull the trigger.
>BANG

>>28919265
>CHU-CHUNK
>He joins the other pony on the floor, his blood spattering everywhere, coating the walls and his allies in a crimson hue.
>At this point most of the ponies are hesitating.
>A few are actually leaving.
>"What are you doing?! You're going to stand there as it murders your comrades?! I'll deal with it myself, out of my way!"
>The leader of the ponies charges you head on, delivering a multitude of quick swings with his mace.
>You dodge the first few, and barely manage to escape the last.
>Once you're out of his way you attempt to but him with the stock of your shotgun.
>He blocks this attack with his shield, and bashes you with it.
>You're sent down onto the ground, losing your gun.
>The pony makes haste, coming down upon you quickly.
>His mace nearly strikes your head, but out of luck you manage to get away, rolling out of the way.
>Where did you leave your other weapons?!
>Your hand finds your magnum after some time, and just as the pony is about to finish you, you raise your pistol and deliver a fatal round into its chest.
>PEW
>He doesn't stop immediately, and is now falling towards you mid-swing.
>In a panic, you discharge three more rounds.
>BIP BOP BAM
>Finally the pony falls, his weapon being released from his aura.
>Ugh, fucking ponies.
>You struggle, but after a moment you're able to get the armored body off of you, and you stand up.
>There is no sign of the other ponies, they've all left.
>Three bodies litter the floor.
>It must suck to be the janitor here.
>Did they do anything to Xore, though?
>You move over to the elite, and take a look.
>Nothing out of the ordinary other than the blood of the ponies.
>You almost feel bad for them. They were only doing their jobs.
>Still, though, you weren't just going to let them cut you up like that.

>>28919232
it's big enough already, anon
>181740 words

>>28919270
>The elite starts to move, before rousing up.
>As the big guy starts to stand up, he takes in his surroundings.
>"Ugh, my body hurts and I feel as though I was hit by a brute's hammer. What happened here?"
"We've got no time. Long story short," you point to the battering ram, "That thing knocked you down and I was ambushed. I held my own but I fear that this is not over. Before we leave, however, you might want to grab your things from the chest. This could get worse."
>Xore studies you for a moment.
>"If only I was awake to partake in such a glorious battle. No matter, you are right. Allow me a moment to collect my belongings and I shall be ready to depart."
And there we go. This is only part one of this update, expect the second half later today. I wanted to hurry and get this out so I didn't have you guys waiting much longer.

Let me know what you think, if I'm too repetitive or if you simply don't like where the story is headed. I'm game for answering any questions you might have on this as it might seem a little confusing.

But other than that, I haven't got much else to say about this. Just know that the other half will be here soon.

>>28919202
Your summoning magicks are strong.

>>28919270
I see a couple of spelling errors but other than that, not bad. Not bad at all.

>>28918979
>original
For some reason the original always gives me strongest of feels.
>>>/wsg/1406214

Anonymous

>>28913213
Oh baby, Anon Vs. The Titans...
I'll fund it.

>>28919270
he has a gun
already raised
with his finger on the trigger

why in the fuck is he getting into hand to hand combat

>>28920037
I didn't project it as well as I thought, he was close as it was, and they were steadily approaching. I wanted to make it more than just 'Oh hey look at this prick let's-BAM "Oh shit there goes johnny! We should leave!"

>>28918979
>Senpai noticed me!!
Is the other reason an explanation for why so many species managed to evolve at the same time?

Either that or why celestia was so easy for anon to fix despite knowing little of their biology.

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>>28919265
>>28919270

>>28920037
Other than this it was good. Keep up the work droid.

>>28919286
Due to having to fill in for a coworker the second half will come tomorrow. Sorry for the inconvenience.

>>28920746
>>28918979
Or maybe you wanted something to distract anon to allow spike/everyone else to solve their own problems. Or maybe to force anon to try to learn more about magic really fast to try to resist mind control.

>>28920261
>I wanted to make it more than just 'Oh hey look at this prick let's-BAM "Oh shit there goes johnny! We should leave!"
But why? That's a good outcome.

>>28921548
He probably wanted to keep some amount of tension

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>robotic ponies
>higher beings that regularly send civilization back into Dark Ages
A.I.M. crossover when?
>tfw barely anyone even heard of the game itself

>>28922249
Aside from the steam page, there's like almost nothing talking about what this game is that is in english.

You might be the most qualified person to write that crossover

>>28922051
Doing so makes it lose a good bit of it's believe-ability though. Especially when they apparently had no idea of what a gun was prior and seemingly being completely unaffected after it's firing and seeing what it's capable of.

I like to see story about group of mercenaries that hunt old robots made by apes because they made out of the best steel in the world.

>>28922850
Fair point. I might revise that small segment as I'm writing today. Thanks for the feedback.

Anybody else hate titrations?

>>28923703
Well that's a random comment but to answer, I vaguley remember them being somewhat tedious

>>28923951
We needed a bump, and I was looking at the OP picture. Looked like derp pone was doing a titration, and I wondered if anyone else found them dull or it was just me.

To be fair, though, I did a piece of coursework way back when which was titration based and spent about twelve hours doing nothing but dozens and dozens of titrations. Maybe I got a little more fed up with them than most.

>>28924212
Jeez twelve hours of titration sounds like the most mind numbing work possible

>>28911142
I thought it was just the Air Force being Air Force

Is WorstWriter kill?

>>28925530
certainly seems that way

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>>28922838
Basically, all advanced civilizations in the galaxy were so busy killing each other that some higher being stepped in and slapped their collective shit back into stone age.

One of the places spared during Judgement Day was Polygon, part of some planet turned into a military playground. There a supercomputer oversees development of new war machines. Higher power made it self-aware.

Each of the machines is a "body" for an AI in an nigh-indestructible capsule inside it, the Mechanoid.
Since no humans are present to guide the overseer, it busies itself with perfecting his subjects, which means every clunker got a mind of it's own and a personality, albeit it varied with "generations".
From more robotic "beep-boop follow directives"-G1 to more "alive" "I DO WHATEVER I WANT"-G5. They may or may not resemble the Minds from Culture series.

I guess the logical start would be goddamn curious ponies accidentally shutting down containment forcefield on one of the sectors, releasing number of armed and potentially dangerous military gliders into the wild. And some very jewish trader ones too.
I mean, it was a long time since humans disappeared. Ponies could evolve around the Polygon and the AI overseer wouldn't give two fucks about them.
>You might be the most qualified person to write that crossover
>only ever written oneshots
woe is me
>Aside from the steam page, there's like almost nothing talking about what this game is that is in english.
I was of hopings there be a fellow cyka to do writings.
aim-artificial-intelligence-machine.wikia.com/wiki/Story

>10

>>28926251
Sounds interesting, maybe I'll pick up a copy

>>28928408
>sugar in the water
One step closer to making some alco!

>>28928408
That's a flask, not a beaker. Dumb horses...

>>28918979
>>28916660

>We first chose what would be needed to survive in case it all fell apart, and second was what we’d need to rebuild it all

Also, I would think a major increase in empathy and a reduction in violent urges would be important enough to the functioning and rebuilding of society to write into his genes. Less of a chance of us blowing ourselves to hell. That would explain anon's superhuman ability to refrain from even the tiniest amount of vengeance.

>>28928570
>One step closer to making some alco!
>alco!
Looks like someone was already having some alcohol

>>28930436
> no more pone petting
Science has gone too far.

>>28930584
Soon, even the pony will be replaced.

>>28919286
This took so much time to edit and fix, that I haven't much else to post. I kept getting stuck on how I wanted to revise the situation, but kept throwing out ideas and paragraphs. I wanted to keep an atmosphere of suspense as the events transpired but I feel as though I might have failed in that department. I particularly don't like how I wrote the conclusion to the encounter as I don't think that would be how the commander/leader would act like that, and I wasn't sure how else I could have remedied that problem. And to fix some possible confusion, that was not the same guy that got btfo by Xore when he went apeshit after breaking out of his cell. Those guys that were injured then are long gone and deceased.

However, the leader in this revision will be back later.

"You're going to let us go, and you won't pursue."
>They burst into laughter at your demand.
>One of them speaks, as if to taunt you.
>"An' what if we don't??"
"I'll make you."
>You raise your M45, and point it into the crowd.
"You don't want to die trying to keep me in a cage, do you? Wouldn't you like to see your families again?"
>This results in more laughter.
>"What're ya gonna do with that little thing? That over-sized paperweight hardly looks like a weapon at all, 'least to me."
>The leader pushes his subordinate out of the way, and raises his voice.
>"Enough of this! Soldiers, I'll have no more of your banter, do you understand me?! I want you to put this beast down, now!"
>The ponies begin to approach, giving you less room to breath by the second.
>Well, you tried.
>If they aren't going to cooperate you're going to have to take action.
>You step back a bit to give yourself some room.
>The pony that taunted you earlier, eager to attack, knocks one of his comrades aside and charges you head on.
>As he raises his axe, you aim for his exposed underside

>>28930903
>BANG
>"GYAAH!"
>Blood spatters everywhere, coating the walls and his allies in a crimson hue.
>His body, still oozing and spurting the dark liquid, is thrown back onto another of the ponies, causing them to collapse under his weight.
>At the sight of your attack, the other ponies jump, others freeze and one trips in shock.
>CHU-CHUNK
>Your spent shell hits the floor, and your weapon is ready to fire again.
"ANYONE ELSE?!"
>They just look at you, mouths agape, eyes wide in fear of your weapon.
>One of them builds up the courage to drag his fallen ally out of the fray, freeing the pony trapped underneath him.
>"What are you doing?! You're going to stand there as it murders your comrades?! I'll deal with it myself, out of my way!"
>Their leader steps in front of the crowd, and takes his sword and shield in his aura.
>One of the others drops his weapons, walks before his leader, and speaks up.
>"You're aren't being serious, are you!? Look at what just happened! That machine just sent Silver flying, and as far as I know, can do the same to the rest of us! As much as you might want to hurt that thing, I don't think you could stand a chance! Maybe if it weren't for your damned temper, we wouldn't have to be dealing with this right now!"
>His outburst is met with the menacing glare of his superior. However, he stands firm against him.
>The leader grits his teeth.
>"Grr, fine! If you would rather flee than avenge your fallen brother, be my guest! Out of my sight, you are relieved from duty!"
>The soldier looks up to his superior, before spitting at his hooves and dropping his helmet.
>The others begin to drop their helmets as well, leaving the room behind him.
>As his soldiers begin to exit the room, their leader stares at the dying body of his fallen pony as it's carried away in magic.
>One by one they leave, until eventually, only their former leader is left.
>Your posture hasn't changed. You're still pointing your weapon, yet he doesn't seem to care.

>>28930910
>He looks at you for a moment, before speaking.
>"My soldiers have left me, but I will not go against my oath to my superiors. I will not falter as easily as they have."
>He clashes his sword and shield together.
>"Are you ready?"
>You're silent.
>He's dumb if he thinks he can take you.
>"Very well."
>Well, he's got courage, that's for sure.
>The pony rears up on his legs before charging you.
>He makes it about two feet before you pull the trigger.
>BANG
>No scream.
>What?
>CHU-CHUNK
>Looking up, you only see his shield before being knocked to the ground.
>As you look up, you see him standing above you.
>You can't see his face, but he's raising his sword.
>Out of instinct you grab your shotgun and hold it over your head.
>As he brings his sword down, you meet it halfway with your gun.
>Before he can acknowledge what just happened, you kick him in the gut, knocking him back just enough.
>By now you've managed to recollect yourself.
>And your 8-gauge.
>Before you can shoot, however, the pony is lifted into the air.
>Xore has roused from his previous state, holding the pony up with one hand..
>As he gasps for breath, Xore studies his facial expression.
>He shakes his head in disapproval, then drops the pony onto the ground.
>"Leave, now! He tried to give you the gift of mercy, do not think that I will do the same."
>At a loss, the helpless pony looks around, considering his options.
>The little guy looks up at Xore before scurrying out of the room in shame.
>"My body aches and I feel incredible pain. What happened?"
"We've got no time. Long story short," you point to the battering ram, "That thing knocked you down and I was ambushed. I held my own but I fear that this is not over. Before we leave, however, you might want to grab your things from the chest. This could get worse."
>Xore studies you for a moment.
>"If only I was awake to partake in such events. No matter, you are right. Allow me a moment to collect my belongings and I shall be ready to depart."

>>28930918
So yes, in short, this was a revision of the last part of my previous dump. From here on forward I shall be posting new content.

>>28930918
On the one hand I would have like to seen the shotgun used on the other hand Xore saving Anon works as a nice moment of them both having saved each other.

>>28930670
And what a sad world that'll be

b00p

>>28930670
I feel like that would be like sticking a dildo into a fleshlight

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>ignore these threads since the beginning
>assume it's just typical Anon self appreciation fics (I do enjoy those) with bonus intelligence masturbation (this however is pretty gay)
>decide fuck it, read writefag is kill's story
>mfw

>>28933529
Welcome famalamborghini, hope you enjoy this treasure trove of fucking great stories.

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>>28933558
why post this on this thread tho

>>28933621
This thread might have been the the top thread when he loaded the first page

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>>28933558
>He actually had to Google for this specific image to be able to post it here

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bump

>>28933621
>>28933737
what was it tho

>>28935654
Futashy cutting her dick off with scissors.

>>28935684
I love it when futa is self improving like that.
>futa
>good

>>28935684
Actually it was someone else cutting it off but same general idea

bunk

>>28932443
>>28934508

>>28919286
I know there was a revision to the fight scene, but any idea when we can expect to see the other half of this update?

>>28938580
Very soon, actually.

>>28938872
This pleases me

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>mfw all of my Culture books arrived
TIME TO READ SEVERAL MILLION WORDS OF SCIENCE FICTION.

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>>28939485
it`s friday night muthafacka!

>>28939485
Solid. You're in for a god ride. I'd probably read Consider Phlebas first, but after that you can go in any order. Excession is the one that has the most of the Minds in it, if that's your thing.

Anyone got any good sci-fi to recommend in general? I've just finished reading The Man in the High Castle, and I was thinking of starting Asimov's Foundation series. Any other classic, must-read books to check our first?

>>28939988
The Forever War and Starship Troopers are must read sci-fi classics, if in a bit different tone compared to asimov.

>>28939988
The Cyberiad, a bunch of short stories that have to do with Trurl and Klapaucius, in situations philosophical and analytical, robotic and organic, literAl and figurative.

>>28939988
The illustrated man is pretty good.
If you like short stories that is.

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>>28939988
It's not really scifi but it is thread related, I started reading 1632, It's alright and I would suggest people check it out

>>28941130
Is that a red pickup truck and some musketeers?

>>28939988
I'm reading them in order of year published. I'm definitely looking forward to getting into Excession though.

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>>28939988
Read the "Dune" saga, if you haven't already.
An old classic, although very weird kind of Sci-Fi : not much star-ship or laser, but a lot of stuff about transcendence, evolution, religion and prescience.

Fair warning if you liked Culture's AIs & Asimov's robots : in the Dune universe computers and AI have been banned thousand of years ago - which is why the plot revolve about the need for humans to be able to perform any super-AI task by themselves.

Whatever happeded to the green where anon was an AI satilite or some shit and dropped a black cube into horseland to inject nanites into a science p0ner?

>>28943486
Seems like he died shortly after starting

>>28944318
That's a real shame, I really like his idea of Anon subtly correcting old fashion misconceptions about how the world works with his nanobots

>>28943486
I wish the author would come back

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So, Duane 'The "Weeaboo Wrecker" Rock' Johnson is still at large in Japan and has severely injured me, but fortunately, Cillian Murphy has stepped in to handle 'The Rock' for a bit while I recover/train. Thanks to Cillian's micro-scale-organism-cluster-hivemind/non-newtonian-fluid-sub-dermal constitution, he can hold out for long enough to give me some time to get this long overdue update out.

Pastebin (which you may want to check considering not only the time since the last update, but also the name-fiasco/clusterfuck that happpened at the time): http://pastebin.com/jydxcGfx

>You hear the muffled sounds of clacking footfalls.
>Like an oversized and overburdened insect’s crawl, mixed with the occasional sound of metal scraping on wood.
>The sound was muffled because it was coming from the floor below.
>And maybe also a little bit because you’re hiding in a box.
>You are Spike the Dragon, assistant to Twilight Sparkle, protégé of Princess Celestia and Element of Harmony.
>And apparently putting out forest fires whatever could’ve started that? are part of the responsibilities of being an Element of Harmony.
>Which is of course why you’re hiding in a box!
>You wouldn’t want to prevent Twilight from some important friendship lesson that she’ll certainly gain from getting home and dealing with the horrifying monster invading the library!
>It’s totally not because you’re scared the horrifying monster.
>That’s really big.
>And evil-looking
>And terrifying.
>And sounds like it’s getting closer.
>Nope, not scared at all!

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>>28946672

https://youtu.be/SXpp0BdiJy8
>You peak through the key hole.
>You try to get a view of the stairs.
>As you try to get your head at the correct angle you see the whipping motion of a silver appendage.
>Your breath hitches as you freeze, an eye still pressed against the tiny aperture.
>As the monster comes into view, you finally get a decent look at it.
>It looks like a mess of armour and metal snakes, draped with a ragged red heap of fabric.
>You tried to put the worrying blood-like hue of the garment from your mind.
>It held a great weapon that looked oversized, even for the bearer’s massive hunched stature.
>The blade’s shape and size made it look more like something out of a comic book than a tool for fighting.
>And those metal-snake-things writhe and coil about it, as if they’re looking for mice to snap up and devour.
>The thing moves as though it were gliding, though looking to the frayed base of its clothing, it’s clear that it is walking, just on far too many legs.
>It looks like it’s walking towards Twilight’s desk.
>You hear the ruffling of scrolls.
>And a scratching sound of…
>Writing?
>Is it writing a message?
>You begin to lift up the lid a little to get a better view…
>And immediately drop it when one of the metal snakes whips around towards you.
>You look through the keyhole at the glowing green head of the snake that seems to glare back.
>The impromptu stare off seems to linger for a terrible length of time, with only the sound of whirring and ticking coming from the stooped monster in the background.
>A gust of wind blows through the window and the snake seems to turn away as the monster goes back to writing.

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>>28946679

>Apparently having finished with its message, its stoop lessens a little and it makes its way back down the stairs.
>You release a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding.
>Though your hearing is muffled again, it sounds like the monster is messing with something.
>You hear a pattern of a short duration of clacking steps, then a pause, and then something that sounds like a book being taken from one of the shelves.
>This repeats about ten times.
>Then the clacking starts to grow quieter.
>And more distant.
>And at last you are left in silence.
…
>You scramble out of the box.
>And over to a window.
>You see the monster glide off into the gloom.
“That was too close!”
>Then you remember the monster had written something.
>You turn towards the desk across the room.
>Just in time to see another gust of wind tug it out of the window and into the night.
“Oh.”
…
“Well that’s just great…”

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>>28946687

https://youtu.be/di3MM8Siy_g
>Your stride through the maintenance tunnel of the corrupted battleship.
>You lose noospheric link with the last one of your Ruststalkers.
>You are alone.
>With neither troops under you command or priests in your head, you’re more alone than you have been for a very long time.
>Your do not pause to mourn the probable loss of your squad.
>They were Skitarii; their lives are as disposable as bolts from a pistol.
>As is your own life.
>You are nothing more than a resource to be expended in the name of the Omnissiah’s will.
>The humbling thought was a comfort, considering your odds of success.
>The brief solitude is killed as quickly as it was born, with the familiar feeling of a higher will entering your augmented mind.
>Though to your pleasant surprise, the voice that you not so much hear, but feel, isn’t that of the Magos Biologis that sent you to die here, but instead that of the Quartum Praetorum’s pilot.
>”Alpha Primus Rye-54, the rest of Squadron W33-v1L has been neutralised.”
“Affirmative”
>You know better than to ask for specification as to whether ‘neutralised’ means dead, though considering the residents of this vessel, you quietly hope it does.

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>>28946696

>”Auger scans correlated with held schematics indicate entry from your current location to a databank at the following coordinates”
>You receive the coordinates, which your augmetics automatically convert into vectors and a spatial understanding.
>You make your way to the appropriate access hatch in the floor.
>Gripping the handle with your inactive chordclaw, you lift the metal plate.
>You drop into the narrow corridor, your digitigrade titanium legs bending with precisely, though unconsciously, calculated arcs to brace and mute your fall.
>As you turn the corner towards the databank, you spot a hostile entity.
>The cultist has a transonic sword driven through his throat before he had time to raise his lasgun.
>You briefly toggle on and off the blade’s resonance finding, making the corpse slide cleanly off the weapon as you enter a room housing a lining of ancient data-storage systems across the walls and a large central control panel.
“This data is likely to contain high volumes corruption and scrap-code.”
>”A closed noospheric network has been established. Data-scrubbers are standing by.”
>Knowing what passing such data will do to your vital systems, you approach the console with a nod to yourself as much as to the administrating priest.
>And you drive your data spike into the mechanism.

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>>28946700

>As a siren begins to blare and you begin to twitch due to the corrupted data flow, you turn back towards the room’s entrance.
https://youtu.be/uSioAPCd3Do
>You feel the pilot-techpriest transmit new mission parameters to you.

-
-
- DOCTRINA IMPERATIVES UPDATED
-
-NEW OBJECTIVES:
-1.PASS ALL PRESENT DATA
--CLAUSE--TOTAL COMPLETION PREDICTED IMPOSSIBLE-CARRY OUT UNTIL DEATH-
-1.1.DEFEND CONSOLE/DATA BANKS
-1.2.MAINTAIN DATA SPIKE CONNECTION
-2.SURVIVE
--CHANCE=0.000%--
---ESTMIATED DURATION-2.23 HECTOSECONDS---
-
-NOTE/-‘May you go unto the Omnissiah stained the red of Martian dawn with the blood of the ignorant.’-\NOTE-
-
++AVE DEUS MACHINA++
-

>You hear the discordant thrumming of your transonic swords and chordclaw begin as you activate them.
>You hear the footfalls of power armoured boots echo down the corridors.
>Over the siren you begin to hear the sounds of chain blades revving and swords being grinded on metal.
>Just before any hostile forces round the corner and enter line of sight, you shudder as you feel the presence of the Machine God with you.
-ALPHA LEVEL CONQUEROR IMPERATIVE TRIGGERED-HYPERACTION PROTOCOLS ACTIVE-

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>>28946705
And that's the update, sorry for the delay.
Now back to losing my mind and saving anime from parallel-universe wrestlers.

>>28946738
Something about this update sent shivers down my spine

>>28946679
Perfect song to go with an outsiders perspective on what would be a terrifying looking alien.

10/10

>>28946705
Rest in pieces.

Beautiful song by the way

>>28946738
Awesome you're back!

>>28949160

>>28949160

>>28938872
It's times like this when I wish soon wasn't so vague.

10

>>28953224

>>28952015

>>28946705
Aww yiss.
Rye-54 is gonna wreck shit.
And then probably die.

>>28952439
Don't worry, I will work on having it out in like 15 hrs, so about midday tomorrow my time.

>>28955710
Alright, looking forward to it

>9
If the anon who started the black cube nanite story is out there, please, continue it. (This thread needs more QT science p0ners)

>>28915918

Back again.

>You wish that would be the end of this brief flurry of activity, but it’s not.
>After all, construction on the government buildings has just begun, and you want them to be perfect, so you’re spending much of your free time there.
>It’s not like you don’t mind.
>It’s actually pretty exciting watching the tall, stately buildings begin to take shape.
>But you can’t spend all of your time in a dusty construction site.
>You’re also building schools like crazy to keep up with a steadily rising birth rate and overseeing the implementation of both the superblock plan and the Homestead Act.
>You’ve created a new government department, the Department of Education, to create federal standards for school curriculum.
>Lancaster’s Education Department is gathering demographics and data, which is being relayed to City Planning, where districts are drawn and schools are designed.
>Seeing so many complex parts of the government collaborating is something you wouldn’t have believed possible on Earth.
>But you digress.
>After a month of surveys and calculations, 89 elementary and middle school districts have been created, along with 46 larger high school districts.
>And once you give your final approval, it’s a matter for the construction crews.
>At the same time, you’re doing even more long-term planning with North Point, because who doesn’t love long-term planning?
>You finish Lancaster’s Standards of Development a few weeks after the school districts are drawn, having looked far into the future and provided guidelines for the entire city’s development until 1930.
>No, you’re still not entirely used to the dating system, even after being on this planet for almost ten years now.

>>28957815
>The large volume creates 7 different superblocks– Single Family, Multi-Family, Transition, Multi-Family Industrial South, Multi-Family Industrial West, Downtown, Industrial, and Farmland– with standardized layouts, describes in detail how they function together and the specific public buildings that must be present, and establishes a land use plan for the undeveloped land outside the current city limits using those superblock designs.
>It’s very, very long, but, luckily, you invented typewriters a while back.
>Implementing the Homestead Act is a whole other story.
>You streamlined the process to make the application process far easier, and, as a result, even more farmers are choosing moving to a completely alien country and working on the land they own as opposed to what amounts to serfdom in Equestria and other countries.
>To put it simply, if there’s only one thing that you didn't do over the past month, it’s sleep.
>Luckily, the next week is far less stressful.
>And the week after that, when things are even less hectic, you figure it’s time to start your next project.
>You set up a small workshop in the garage, parking your household’s various cars in the backyard, and enlist two of AMC’s best engineers, Stray Spark and Socket Wrench, to help you.
>Naturally, they’re sworn to secrecy.
>Wouldn’t want anyone figuring out what you’re building until it’s flying overhead.
>They get to work on the engine, a modified inline four out of an A-8, while you work on the body.
>It’s nothing fancy, just the very bare minimum to save weight as much as possible.
>By the time the body is finished, the engine is modified to increase horsepower (yes, you’re still calling it horsepower) and turn a propeller, and a crude three-axis control system is developed and installed, it’s the beginning of 1908.

>>28957823
>Installation of the engine and final mechanical modifications take another month.
>And, on Saturday, February 15, 1908, you’re ready.
>You tow the finished plane out of the garage in your brand new A-8, with North Point ahead of you in her A-8 roadster and Stray Spark and Socket Wrench behind you.
>As was the case when you first test drove a car, ponies, griffons, diamond dogs, and zebras alike all stop and stare as you make your way out of town.
>But nobody follows you.
>When you’re far past the eastern boulevard and the roads are merely grated in anticipation of pavement, you stop.
>The three other cars all pull off and park, giving you a wide berth as you unhitch the plane and move your car.
>The wind is coming from the west, which means you won’t have to fly into it.
>That’s right, you, the president of a country, are going to be flying in an untested piece of technology.
>It feels good to be a guinea pig again.
>You slap on a crude helmet and a pair of goggles and give North Point a thumbs up after the final inspections.
>Then, with a pull, the engine roars to life.
>You hop in the small seat and look at the controls.
>There aren’t any.
>Here we go.
>You slowly start pulling back on the throttle lever and, with a jolt, you’re moving.
>North Point and the engineers slowly pull away from you as you gain speed.
>And holy shit you’re in the air.
>You feel the ground pull away from you as you slowly gain altitude, nose angled firmly upwards.
>You feel elated!
>It works! It works! It works!
>The wind keeps you aloft, and your careful adjustments of the plane’s pitch, yaw, and roll keep you steady.
>You look behind you and there, maybe fifty feet below you, is North Point, jumping up and down and cheering.
>Not wanting to push it, you start reducing the engine’s power until the nose dips back down.
>After some deceleration and adjustments, you’re on the ground again.

>>28957825
>You cut off the engine and you roll to a stop on the plane’s fixed landing gear.
>Almost immediately, North Point drives over and launches herself out of her car and onto you.
>”That was incredible! You were flying! How did it feel?”
>You laugh.
“It was exhilarating.”
>”You’ve got to let me test it out once or twice.”
“Oh, of course. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t let as many people as possible fly in one of these?”
>Once your heart stops pounding, you measure the distance of your flight.
>Five hundred fifty feet.
>Not bad.
>Naturally, it’s right back to the garage to start refining the shit out of it.
>You task the engineers with building a rotary engine while you modify a few other mechanical components.
>But after about a month of gradual refinement and testing, you decide that you’re not moving quickly enough with this.
>You need more minds on this project.
>You quickly patent the technology and start designing a small airport to serve as the base of operations for the new Arcadian Aviation Company.
>It takes up four blocks on the edge of town, and contains a small office building, a runway, a hangar, and a workshop.
>The area just south of it has space for some small, newly-built apartment buildings, one of which you’re building for the staff of engineers.
>You quickly take out a page in the Lancaster Review to explain the new technology and look for potential pilots and engineers.
>Naturally, the number of applicants is in the thousands.
>It takes the work of three secretaries to reduce the number to something manageable, and after a series of interviews, you’ve whittled it down to a list of fifteen applicants.
>All fifteen of them accept the offer.

>>28957833
>It takes a few months to build the facility, and in that time, you spend your free time teaching the group about airplane mechanics.
>And when the airport finally opens, things really pick up.
>All fifteen of them begin working together on five different airplanes, with your supervision.
>You wish you could spend more time there, but you have many, many other pet projects and companies that you’ve long lost interest in, their purpose fulfilled, that still require your management.
>At this point, it’s getting a little ridiculous, so you decide to do the only logical thing in this situation and sell them to yourself.
>That is, you’re going to start nationalizing.
>Since this is a democracy, you decide to exercise one of the articles in the Constitution and hold a referendum to gauge the public’s opinion.
>The date is set for June 23, a month from today, and that time passes very quickly.
>The city keeps growing and construction on the capital and the surrounding park draws closer to completion.
>Citizens are informed of the most basic arguments for and against the action through a brief article in the Review.
>”Although nationalizing the aforementioned companies would give the government an additional source of revenue, many would say it places too much power in the hands of the government. Ultimately, which side proves to be right is yet to be determined. Right now, it is the responsibility of every citizen in Arcadia to exercise their newly-established democratic right and vote.”
>There isn’t much campaigning on either side, just a steady supply of accurate information.
>And, after the votes are counted, the result is clear.
>97 percent voted for nationalization, with 95 percent turnout.
>So you start the process.

>>28957838
>The Department of Commerce oversees the transaction, and you sell each company you own for a token fee of a dollar each.
>A Board of Directors is created for each company, each consisting of the Secretary of Commerce and a handful of dedicated executives, most of whom were already part of the company before.
>And on July 1, 1908, the following companies are brought under the umbrella of the federal government:
>The Arcadian Development Company, responsible for most, if not all, construction in Lancaster.
>The Arcadian Motor Company, which builds the A-Series.
>The Arcadian Communication Company, which manages the telephone and telegraph systems.
>The Arcadian Aviation Company, which manages the airport.
>The Arcadian Electric Company, which provides electricity.
>The Arcadian Mining Company, which runs the mines that dot the hills outside of Lancaster.
>The Arcadian Steel Company, which, naturally produces steel.
>The Arcadian Plumbing Company, which provides water and sewage treatment to Lancaster.
>The Arcadian Railroad Company, which manages the railroad linking Arcadia with Equestria.
>And, lastly, the Arcadian Innovation Company, which develops, patents, and sells whatever miscellaneous technology you dream up.
>You’re very good with names.
>You walk away from the meeting with ten one dollar bills, each with the company they represent written on them just for shits and giggles, in your back pocket.
>You’re still the head of each company, but you can let the ones you’re less interested in coast and throw yourself into the ones you really care about.
>Isn’t democracy fun?

And that's it. Pastebin is updated. Link: http://pastebin.com/eufFYFaw

>>28957849
>>28916249

>>28957849
Reading this update update really makes me want to play either Sim City of Victoria 2

>>28956066
>>28955710
Okay, I've got major happening going on in my life right now, and cannot focus on my green. This does not mean I will be canning it, more like working on it on the side of what's going on right now.

Essentially, what's going on is probably the biggest thing I've ever done in my entire life. I'm 18, living with my family, and I'm preparing to leave them to live with a friend in Texas.

Nobody knows of my plans at this moment, but after I was grabbed by the throat by my father today, I've been starting to plan on leaving. He's been like this all my life, and has hurt me on multiple occasions. The course of these events will be taking course over the next couple months as I raise money to do whatever I can to leave.

I'm going to be pawning much of what I own, including my pc and old appliances. I'm taking extra hours at work whenever I possibly can in hopes of gaining as much money as possible.
I'm going to be doing all of this with nobody knowing. I'm essentially going to disappear when they least expect it. I've had it with this family I've lived with and even though I love most of them, some of them are just too much to handle.

The course of these events will be taking place over the next few months, and I plan on leaving sometime in February. This is no simple task, and until that time posting will be at an absolute minimum.

I know I said I'd never abandon the story, but after what's happened today and all my life I've had it with them

Of course, if any of you have questions feel free to ask them. I'll answer however I can. Thanks for reading, I've got to get some sleep.

>>28958333
Shit man, take whatever time you need. Your life comes before horse stories.

>>28958333
>trips

Kek wills it, I'm rooting for you man.

>>28958333
>Okay, I've got major happening going on in my life right now, and cannot focus on my green. This does not mean I will be canning it, more like working on it on the side of what's going on right now.
This is what every author says before 'last updated 2 years ago.'

>>28958333
Also, good fucking luck man, I mean that. My dad had a really abusive father too and almost sniped him off the roof when he was thirteen.

>>28958380
If you think I'm shitting, go ahead. I never said I won't write. It'll just be a bit slow as I'm preparing for my journey.

>>28958387
>>28958374
>>28958353
Thanks, I'm hoping it'll go better than some of my estimates I've made.

>>28958238
That's the feel I'm going for.

>>28958333
Checked. Also, that shit definitely comes before horsewords. Good luck with that and I hope everything works out for you.

>>28933529
this is the only thread i come to now.

>>28958333
Start a Patreon. You need the cash, and sure a good few Anons would be willing to oblige, especially after all your greens.

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>>28958837
>Start a Patreon

I wonder who could be behind this post

>>28958851
I've wondered why some writefags don't, to be honest. There are plenty of stories I'd pay to see updated.

>>28958857
All memeing aside, it usually ends up going downhill. Either the writefag can't keep up with the schedule they promised their patrons or they slowly start putting more and more behind a paywall. Yeah, there are tons of really good stories that I'd gladly pay to read, but if they'd been paywalled from the start it'd likely be a different story.

>>28958837
Fair point, I guess I could set something up and see where it goes. I need to figure out some rewards as I don't want to just take people' money.

>>28958867
It's down to the writefag, then. There's a way to make it so that people pay on a per-release basis. If the writefag ensured their quality stays high, I don't think there's a problem. If they don't, then people stop supporting them.

>>28958333
Jesus this is some heavy shit to wake up and see. Be safe droid.

>>28958333
Geez...
I wish you the best of luck with your plans. Shitty parents are the worst.

,

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>>28903402
well since this is about sciense and progress in equestria or beneath it might as well post it here

Story start:
http://pastebin.com/wZDpGYPK

cont from:
http://pastebin.com/QMAy6FeT


"Why?" you ask confused
>"Since they can't outmaneuver us they will simply wait for us to get closer, a risky move since now they can only counter attack but smart since they can now actually fire at us." Mercédès answers a little annoyed
"Can't we just evade them and chase another ship?" you ask trying to avoid getting into a fight
>"If we do that then they will just do the same." she answers while looking contemplative
"Then lets outrun them, with our combustion engines well leave them behind." you suggest with optimism
>Mercédès looks at you for a moment before turning back to the front window
>"We don't have enough fuel to make it all the way to canterlot, and once we slow down they will surely catch up with us" she answers in a flat tone
>The deck remain silent waiting for Mercédès to give orders
>Mercédès Breaks the silence with a chuckle “good thing we took the prototypes with us”
>You can only feel the unease inside you grow as she gleefully reaches for the intercom
>”Police girl, get to the top deck and introduce 'Little Hansel' to our friends of the secret service!” She commands with a smile on her face
“C-Captain, who's 'Little Hansel'?” you ask already dreading the answer
>”Another of lord anonymous unpublished projects, this one wasn't even developed further than a simple concept and a few sketches.”
“Ok, but what IS 'Little Hansel'?”
>”Why don't you go take a look for yourself? Just take the stairs all the way up.” she answers while steering the ship away from the enemy fleet
>you meekly nod and take the stairs to the top deck as Rainbow Dash follows behind you

>>28961001

>on your way up you meet with Abbé and Ivan as they make their way up as well
>”Ah, Princess, come to see the fire works as well” Abbé greets as he continues to climb the stairs
“I want to see what 'Little Hansel' is, all I know is that its some kind of machine designed by Anonymous.”
>”well it's really more like a prototype made by taking the general concepts described by Lord Anonymous notes and sketches, the actual design and construction was made in Grifmany by our own engineers.”
“Yes, but what is it then?” you ask rather annoyed
>”'Little Hansel' is of being Cannon miss Sparkle.” Clarifies Ivan
“A Cannon?”
>”A powerful one, Anonymous called it a howitzer in his notes, but since most of the parts described weren’t even sketched we had to fill in the blanks, the official name would be falcon-Kanone-96. Or FK-96 for short.” Abbé explains as he climbs to the top deck
>”Sounds cool! but what so special about that cannon anyway?” asks dash eager to see more cannonfire
>”ah, you will see soon miss Rainbow, very soon”
> Abbé then opens the door at the top of the staircase to the top deck
>A wist of wind hits you as you examine you surroundings
>The top deck is right bellow the massive balloon, you can see several balconies with balistas and shiels afixed to them
>At the bow you could see DuskVictory and a couple of batponies pushing something under a sailcloth thowards the front galley
>”Soo, police girl are we ready to fire yet?” quips Abbé as he and Ivan make their way towards them
>”It would be faster if you helped us master Abbé.” she quips back
>”That why we of here comrade victory!” answers Ivan as he and Abbé push the cannon into position
>”we just need to get it settled and well be ready to fire.” comments one batpony

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>>28961021

“Aren't we too far though?” you ask as you and rainbow join the effort
>”Princess your about to witness the strength of gunboat diplomacy.” declares Dusk as she affix chains and hooks to the cannon
“But we're almost two miles away from the enemy fleet now.”
>”Not a problem for 'Little Hansel'!” exclaims Abbé as he pulls the sailcloth from the cannon
music related: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnNl2uph-D8 (Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows [OST] #3 - Tick Tock)
>'Little Hansel' looks like a rather light cannon with a loot of rails and piston bolted on
>”this is 'Little Hansel'? It doesn't look that impressive if you ask me.” declares an unimpressed rainbow dash
>”Ha! Wait until you see it in action!” replies Dusk as she meddles with the many cranks and wheels of the cannon
>”You might wanna put these on princess.”Say Abbé as he hands you a pair of sound ear muffs
>You comply and pass another set of earmuff to rainbow, whom put them on rolling her ayes at you
>”Set range at two miles.” instructs Dusk with loud voice
>”Confirmed, loading a high explosive shell” replies a bat pony on the back of the cannon
“High Explosive?”
>”It means that explodes on a timer,” replies Abbé yelling so you can hear him
>You watch as they load some sort of canister into the back of the cannon
>”loaded!” shouts the bat pony
>”Armed!” shouts the other
>”targeted!” shout Dusk
>”FIRE!” Shouts Abbé
>As he does a deafening blast shocks you to your very core as a shinning spear of lead and fire flies through the skies at a blinding speed
>In an instant the shell hits one airship that then explodes in arcane fire
>”RELOAD!” orders Abbé
>”loaded!” shouts the bat pony
>”Armed!” shouts the other
>”targeted!” shout Dusk
>”FIRE!” Shouts Abbé
>And once again the deafening blast and impossibly fast projectile destroys another ship
>You can only watch in awe and horror as one by one the secret service fleet is destroyed

>>28961001
When you're done posting do you mind saying what your story's about before I jump right on in

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>>28961060

>in less than a minute four ships are send burning into the ground
>The remaining airships either running away or flying toward you at ramming speed
>”AIM FOR THE RUNNING SHIPS LET THE BOMBARDS DEAL WITH THE CLOSER ONES!”
>You don't even get a chance to protest as the deafening blast takes down another ship
>You turn to Rainbow and see that she is shocked at the display of fire and lead
“ABBE PLEASE STOP!” you beg, but is already to late as the last of the running ships explodes in fire
> the ship flying towards you don't fare any batter as the bombards tear them to shreds
>At the end of the massacre you can't even hear anything other than you rushing hearth.

>>28961073

Basically Adviser anon is incriminated of terrorism and sentenced to etternal solitary confinement in a cave and instead of going crazy he decides to go full Dwarf fortress. eight centuries later twilight finds clues about his inocence and sets on a quest to prove him inocent

>>28961129
>Instead of going crazy he decides to go full Dwarf fortress
>implying dwarf fortress isn't crazy
But I do like dwarf fortress so I'll check it out

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>>28961253
be advised first chapter is pretty much only anon fighting against madness

>>28961289
Sounds like it could easily go too far on the edgy-angsty side, hopefully it won't

>>28961129
i read all of it and i enjoyed it, i want more now

>>28961289
I'm reading through part 1 right now and the writing is pretty rough

>>28961129
Duuude, I loved this story.
I'm glad you picked it up again.

>>28961289

Only first chapter was good, poni bumbo jumbo was fucking boring as fuck. Moar insane anon!
Also from punching walls to Factorio in 800 years by himself? That meditation be good

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>>28961473
>>28961900
>>28962151
>>28962771
All feedback is appreciated
>I'm reading through part 1 right now and the writing is pretty rough
Parts 1 to 3 need to be properly spell checked
>from punching walls to Factorio in 800 years
he had pretty much nothing else to do
>poni bumbo jumbo was fucking boring as fuck
Do anyone else agree with this?

also
>Pic related is Babylon

>>28961129
good shit bruh

>>28963069
>>poni bumbo jumbo was fucking boring as fuck
>Do anyone else agree with this?
No, but I would like some more Anon.

>>28963069

I remember reading this story around two years back. I thoroughly enjoyed the concept and story save for the poor spelling/grammar. Please do continue it.

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>>28963849
>don't even see spelling and grammar errors after a while
>tfw brain automatically corrects everything to protect your sanity

>>28961129
I remember when I first read your story
2 YEARS AGO!
I have been here that long, God can no longer help me.

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>>28963735
>>28963849
thank you, I will try to spell properly
>>28964003
I got off the ride for a while
>>28963765
Ask and you shall recieve

>>28961129

MEANWHILE SOMEWHERE UNDER FILLYDELPHIA

>You are Anonymous. Master of technology and only human in equestrian
>and you currently overseeing the frame upgrade of you robot-daughter
>At first you were very apprehensive about calling her a daughter
>but considering that her organic brain is pretty much made from a sampling of the top of your own spinal cord tissue modified to have two X chromosomes instead of having you X and Y
>She was supposed to be just an experiment and the first step towards making a sexy gynoid assistant
>This wasn't the first organic mother board you made, but it was the first without a preset limit
>The original penny sized board started to grow and make simple math.
>Next thing you know, you got a baby's brain in a jar complaining about being hungry And scared.
>By then you had plenty of self-aware robots to keep you company.
>But the opportunity of making a whole new human was too much of break through to let it slide past you
>the first attempts to give it a body proved unsuccessful as even a single human sense was to much to the little brain too handle
>so for the last three decades you have been increasing the censorial input
>So today, 29 years after her first logical thought you finally giving her a full fledged nervous system
>”this feels really weird” she whines
“I know.”
>”Why do I even need all this sensors anyway?” she pouts
“I thought you wanted a better frame?”
>”How is this any better, it can't even fly.”
“The last time I gave you a flying frame you crashed it within a day.”
>”then just make it harder.”
“You literally played chicken against a heavy loader drone, what do you think would had happened even if you won?” you lecture her as you finish her left arm terminals

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>>28964501

>”hmph. Fine then, but why do all these sensors have pain receptors then. That's an obvious downgrade.”
“Pain is a vital part of the human experience. How do you expect to understand and feel peril if you can just shrug of physical damage.”
>”You could just put a warning, or make my vision turn red the most damage I take like in those video games you make.”
“Eden...”
>”I mean its not like the damage its permanent. You can just fix me if I broke”
“Eden...”
>”Hell you could provably just make another me if-”
“EDEN!”
>”y-yes?”
“I could not, even with all the science and magic of this world, make another you.” you tell her holding her chin with you hand
>She bashfully look at you as you continue
“Your thoughts, your feeling, all that makes you who you are, are unique and irreplaceable. You may change parts and bits, but you are more than the sum of your parts.”
>”Then why do you insists in giving me pain? What could I possibly win from that?”
>You sigh and you a hand through her hair
“Growing up means enduring pain, and rising above yourself.”
>”But why do I have to grow up? Why do you want me to grow up? Why Can't I just be like Babylon or Perseus.”
“Because I love you, and I want you to live life to the fullest.”
>For a while all she do is blush and avoid looking at you
>She finally meet you gaze with meek smile
>”Dad,”
“Yes sweetheart”
>”Your hand is to rough”
“I know.”
…
>”Can you take it of my head please?“
“Sure ,we about to be done anyway” you say as you turn to focus on her right hand
>”Really?”
“Yeah, just the finishing touch and- there we go.” you say as you finish linking the last bits of the nerve net
>”I don't really feel anything new.” she says flexing her arms
“That’s because you aren't really doing anything now, just wait until dinner tonight and you will see the difference” you say as she stretches her arms