64 vs. Equestria
64 POV (Age 14)
Drip, Drip, Drip……..
What day was it today? 1,465? 1,690? I don’t know, I’ve stopped counting a while ago. Sometimes all that matters is that I fucking hate it here. And I fucking hate that leaky pipe. Seriously, that must be some sorta of torture in itself. They don’t even need to pull any blades on me to get me to start yelling with that.
I hear the hoof steps of the guards coming towards the cell door down the hall. A few clicks, then standard procedure. It was the same shit different day.
Back turned, hands over my head, on my knees.
The doors swung open, and I felt the numbing hold of magic on my wrists as they readjust my arms behind my back. I turned around and faced my two captors, whose faces were covered by Hazmat suits. They knew that I wasn't poisonous or radioactive, so why they protected themselves further than a few spears and armor is past me. They nodded their heads for me to follow, and all I could do is walk forward, or else be punished further. They put a blindfold on me, and pulled me forward as I was escorted by their magic grips.
“Hey, maybe today will be the day you croak? We won't have to waste our time lugging your worthless hide around.” One of the two guards heckled me.
“Nah he ain’t that lucky.” The other replied.
I didn't even bother to give a response. It was the same thing everyday. I get taken from my cell, the guards try to push me around so I could try and fight back, so they could turn their spears on me and stab me through the gut. Of course given the opportunity to do so they wouldn't. I was too important to them, they would maybe on stab me in the arms and legs a few times, then I would get back to the daily grind. They would get off scott-free, blaming it on me trying to escape, and then I get punished even more at the torture sessions. My eye still hadn't healed since they decided to try and pry my left eye open and then stick a sewing pin through it.
At last the time came and we finally arrived after walking and winding through various corridors I couldn’t see through. The guards pushed me through the double doors, as I heard the voice of the bane of my existence.
“Ah, Project 64, I see you have yet live to see another day! Let us prep for today’s session.” Dr. Knight said through a muffling hazmat mask. “Today we will be testing the amount of pain your brain can process, and then see if we can bump it up a bit using some corrosive substances on the skin. Strap him down.”
“You can piss off for all I care, Knight.” I grumbled under my breath. I felt two spears poke in the back telling me to move forward towards the operating table. I slowly took the few steps to the side of the operating table, then proceeded to lie down on my back and waited. The guards dropped the binds on my hands and quickly decided to bind both my arms to my side. They aren’t gonna make the same mistake twice by leaving me unbound.
“Ok, first let’s start off with something easy, grab the Taser Rod.” Knight told his masked nurses. They grabbed the foreboding tool, with it looking more like a much more threatening version of a cattle prod.
I tried to prepare myself for the obviously horrible pain that would come but it simply came too quickly, and immediately stabbed into my arm. The electricity started to course through my body at an excruciating rate, making it feel like a hundred little knives stabbing into me everywhere all at once repeatedly, while the muscles under my skin began to twitch and twist uncontrollably. I couldn’t even think straight as I felt my mind start to fade and my consciousness start to slip, but Knight wouldn’t let that happen.
He cranked the output to 45 mA of electricity, and just watched a BPS meter see how much longer I would last before my heart and brain completely shut down.
“C’mon!” Knight said, “He can take way more than that!”
The nurses nodded as the slowly turned a dial upwards, to 99 mA.
“Yes that’s it! A little more!” Knight yelled. By this point he was laughing maniacally, and was clearly enjoying the pain I was going through. By the time they had reached 150 mA my movements weren’t even my own as I twitched and shook in agonizing pain while I waited for the test to be over.
By the time they hit 200 mA, my heart beat started to beat irregularly, and my breathing functions had started to fail.
“Ok! Ok! Hold it right there!” Knight said. He went to check on a machine with a dozen green vials on the inside and took one out. He carefully undid the cap and poured the contents of the vial into a small funnel at the top of the machine. He then ran back to the raised platform he was on, and pressed a button.
The next thing to happen was a green mist started to fill the room. The hazmated guards and doctors were lucky enough to avoid it, but I was lying on a table exposed with only a pair of undergarments. I felt my skin start to burn and blister as the mist dug into my pores, and the shocking of the Taser only made it feel so much worse.
I could feel my heart starting to slow down as I felt cold, and my brain and body feel numb as I couldn’t see anymore. I was thinking that they finally went overboard and everything was finally gonna be over, but instead I felt the bindings come off of my arms, and felt myself slam onto the ground.
"Get him back to his cell. Make sure to not let him die." Kinght ordered, as I felt myself being pulled out of the room by two magical grips. I was dragged across the floor and out of the operating room, while the two guards continued to banter on, as I was barely holding onto consciousness.
“Hey, think this guy here is dead yet? He ain't moving and I can barely get a pulse.” One of the guards said to the other.
“Nah, he’s just completely wrecked, aren’t ya 64? Yea, he’s out cold, probably can’t even hear us right now.”
“So you hear about the new weapon testing over in Block G?”
“Yea, they still having problems with it? I heard the thing works, but it doesn’t want to work, like its alive or something.”
“It is alive! I was talking to my buddy down there and he said something about it being sentient or some shit, and it didn’t want to work.”
“Bullshit, a weapon is a weapon, and it does what the wielder wants it to.”
“I don’t know, we are doing some pretty freaky shit down here, and Celestia only knows what we will make next. Speaking of
Celestia, you hear about her new apprentice? Little filly by the name of Twilight Sparkle, apparently turned her parents into plants and also turn a newly hatched dragon into a 50 foot monstrosity!”
“Holy crap really?”
“Yep, and apparently Celestia decided that it was too dangerous to let a filly like that walk the streets with that kind of magic, so she is gonna take her under her wing to hopefully weaponize that kind of magic.”
“Damn, that’s some crazy shit. Wait up here’s its cell.”
They opened the door as the dragged and put me into the cell as they closed and locked the doors. Unbeknownst to them I had been listening to the entire conversation, and thought of a little filly being used like that was horrible. Celestia might have good intentions for this kind of genetic and weapon testing here in the Canterlot Underground Labs, but she was going at them in the wrong way, with torturous methods, psychopathic staff, and keeping the entire thing hidden. I don’t even think some of Celestia's closest friends knew of what was going on down here.
Being made in a lab wasn't the best way to be brought into Equestria; in fact I don’t think there is any worse ways, besides maybe Mare Trafficking, which had apparently been a problem in the past year. Apparently some crackpot doctor was able to create an entirely new species by combining 24 Haploid chromosomes in an XY pattern, or something like that. All I know is that I was made in a test tube, and put into a Blood Plasma tank which kept me alive for 10 years until the day they woke me up, and decided to start “gaining” my trust.
I was put into a cell from the start, but the staff acted kind towards me, to try and deceive me. I wasn't going into any testing yet, just private classrooms to learn proper English and Basic Equestrian History. Then they decided to strap me to a fucking table and stab me with pins and needles. 4 years later and a lot of torture passed and I have had enough of the bullshit they had put me through.
I tried to push myself onto my back but was only able to bring my arms forward. I looked at my forearms and saw the reddish brown blisters starting to form. I looked up and saw a timer on the wall on 17 seconds counting down to 0. I closed my eyes and waited for the timer to count down, and once it did, water started to shower down from the pipes on the ceiling, cleaning some of the filth that covered me.
“Maybe…. The end…..is near….” I whispered as I began to lose consciousness.
The water stopped showering from the ceiling, as I lie there, and heard that fucking sound.
Drip, Drip, Drip…
God Fucking Dammit.
Great job for you're first story! I love the concept of it.
3158837 Yay! I'm not hated! I've been refreshing the page non-stop since posting!
Well, this fic sure is dripping with HUMAN TORTURE!
Still thought, I RECOMMEND you do some human redemption EVEN if it ends up having super advance space marine saving the human.
Or else, lol the dislikes will start to come in. No one likes seeing their own species get tortured no matter how good it is portrayed.
3159040 Suddenly SPARTAN's!
3159040 No worries, some redemption will come soon enough. Just a feel of what he had been enduring for 4 years for the readers.
Seems like I've read something like this before. Not the same story mind you, but a human being tortured by ponies for... reasons.
This begs the same question, namely why is this happening and what purpose does it serve? Okay, they created something in a lab and proceed to torture it for the next few years and no reason is given for this. Why make something just to torture it? Wouldn't it be simpler not to mention cheaper to kidnap some pony and do the same thing to them?
There's also the problem with the narrative. Writing in first person is difficult because it limits what can be said since we as the audience can only know what it is the main character knows. If you want to tell what's happening outside his POV, you can't. This leads to the unfortunate exposition and infodump where we're told through #64 thinking about his situation what is happening and what has happened to him.
I guess I'm just not invested in this character or his reasons for being there.
3159825 A lot of questions will be answered In later chapters, and as quickly as possible before you start to lose interest.
why is he named 64? was he the 64th Human to be created? if so, then we all know what happened to the ones before him.
3160832 He named 64 due to the fact he was the 64th project created in the labs. You will find out about the other 63 in later chapters. That and I love the number due to Nintendo 64.
Listen here author, i have no idea who you arte, but i will find you; and I will personally hug you for making this story. damn i love this, it incorporates evil Celestia, less than moral ponies, a very human character, and Twilight sparkle, what more could we want?
Suggestion, after you mentioned Twilight sparkle being used as an experimental test weapon, you could possible trigger 64's escape with some sort of tiny-twilight-pony-powered-explosion, and lead of from there, and maybe once he gets out to the surface and spreads the truth about inhumane(inponymane?) testing going on down in Generic Evil Torture Lab 7, shit goes down. Yep. Just an idea though.
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3159825
Simple, we think it's torture, they think it's for science and research
3161196 You are an awesome person. And although the escape is near, Twilight will have no part of it. But trust me, the escape will be an escape of great skill.
3161695
Maybe, but I find the execution of it a little lacking. There's villainy and then there's cartoon supervillainy. I just feel this is swinging a little too far into the overkill spectrum.
It also begs the question how is he healing so quickly from all these wounds he's getting? If it's some innate ability he has then he's close to being superhuman. I'd watch it or come up with a suitable explanation for this.
3161831
hey, we would've done the same thing to them if we created them... well, the depending on the government. But they would definitely get that treatment in the USA or Russia.
3161721 *Squee*
This first chapter is... slow, obvious, and a little boring. The characters are... well, not very believable, and there isn't enough detailing for the 'back-story'. Also, there are many mistakes that need weeding out, because they are killing what entertainment might be had from the story.
On a side note:
3161855
Doubtful.
Most likely, they would make a few batches staggered over time (potentially years). Each batch would go through rigorous physical and mental tests, to determine physical and mental strength, speed, and adaptability.
There would be sociological tests to perform, to determine how they react to others of their own kind, other species, everything. I'm trying to imagine what the process for this would be and the scope is so huge that I literally cannot stop my mind from forming huge lists of tests.
The people moving the test subjects, if they even needed to be moved, would not blabble on like the ponies in this story. When billions, maybe even trillions, of dollars are on the line, the company in charge of it keeps shit in line pretty hard. And it would cost that much. Easily.
Fuck, writing all this and I realize that I hope the next chapter will be adequate...
*Edit:
OKAY. It only got worse.
JMan, I might recommend that you come back and edit your previous chapters. This is just... bad.
God dammit indeed that sound of dripping water would drive me mad within a few hours let alone a few years
Ok, so good start. Liking most of it, just not a fan of him being 'created'
Decided to take another look at the story to see if it had changed any... nope still what I remember. A story with not a single character with an inch of decency, love, or caring in any of them. Everybody is out of character and evil and sadistic. Why would you write this?
3161855 Yep! And after we 'tested' them we would turn them over to the military for use as weapons or weapons testing, if they survived.
Umm, the kids fourteen. Even with all the mess he has gone through he wouldn't be thinking that maturely. He wouldn't be outraged by them using a little kid because the age range is close, asuming TS is about nine or ten. Not to mention his psychological damage would likely be more to the tune of despair and sadness then rage.
You should probably spellcheck and grammar check this story...
Because I'm getting somewhat confused whilst reading...
sentient, is a dog.
sapient, is a human.
plz, google is ur friend.
Did you know 2/10 of an amp can kill you? Yet we humans have been known.to survive lightning.
On another note, humans are one of the fastest healing mammals.
So, sorry 64, you're pretty Damned hard to kill.
Ah, you just gotta love the human in equestria stories... or would this be human MADE in equestria story?