Dear Journal,
Because I couldn’t keep my stupid mouth on topic last menight, I’m back to finish talking about my trip. I’ll try to be less of a worthless pony tonight. I’m sure I’ll have plenty to talk about tomorrow. I’ll bring my laptop and record the whole thing, so it’ll all be saved. It’s so much easier to record things than to type them up later.
That’s assuming I come back. Cloudy Skies is terrified for me. She thinks it’s a trap, she’s sure I shouldn’t go. Moriah thinks so too. Oliver and Joseph think this is our first real chance of making a meaningful alliance with a technical power. Our only chance not to slip back into the middle ages. Maybe they’re right about that, I don’t know. Against my better judgment, I’m going to side with them for once and go. I don’t care how awful being around those ships felt last time. I won’t be controlled by pony instincts.
I am HUMAN, damnit. Tail and mane doesn’t change that. Being even smaller doesn’t change that. Being transformed doesn’t change that.
I’ve been toying with a theory the last few weeks, ever since I saw the airship. I wonder if maybe what we’re seeing is the planet itself, striking back at humanity for all we’ve done to her. Some sort of planetary immune system we never anticipated. We polluted the seas, ate most of what wasn’t us, and dumped toxic gas into the air. Is this how Gaia gets her revenge?
You may take Cloudy Skies, you might even take Oliver, but you will not take me! No transformation can erase my spirit! Taking my family, my tribe, my nation… that won’t do it either.
Another theory: maybe this is some sort of alien experiment. The others are the control group, while ponies like me and maybe Moriah too are the ones they really use to test the limits of the human spirit. Maybe, like in Dark City, this whole world is some simulation meant to discover the nature of the human soul.
That would make the HPI the experimenters, right? Or maybe they’re exactly what they sound like. Human Preservation Initiative. Maybe the USA saw this coming, and the HPI is their answer. Tomorrow I’ll know. The others will not come with me; I insist on it. I’ve said it before, and I think it’s even more true now: I’m the most expendable pony we have. Even out of the gene pool, even at a slower rate of replacement without me (not much slower, I wasn’t going to help anyway), I still add the least. General competence can be replaced.
That’s tomorrow’s adventure, though. I wanted to get last week’s down before I forgot the details. At least if I die tomorrow (or get dragged off for dissection in some alien lab), my last acts won’t depend on Moriah to be remembered the right way. TO BE REMEMBERED, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH (terrible musical by the way).
Moriah was out, and it was late. I was still pretty alert, since I hadn’t done much to help with the flight over. Mostly that was the computer and my hornless unicorn friend. Still, with it getting dark soon I didn’t want to get too far. I hopped out through the hole (really missing Huan), with my P90 and nothing else. Stupid Moriah had ruined my one good outfit and my shoes didn’t fit anymore. I had some shorts, but they fell off when I tried to put them on, so that was out. It was time for my first (and only) adventure as Lonely Day the ordinary pony!
I might be small, and I might be naked, but I was also armed. Good thing I’ve been practicing, because honest to god as I made my way towards one of those stationary carts a freakin’ cheetah came out from behind a boarding ramp and sprinted towards me at sixty miles an hour.
Instinct screamed to run. I saw those teeth and those claws, now decidedly bigger than me. But I didn’t run. It wasn’t because I was thinking rationally, really. I didn’t know that I didn’t stand a chance in hell to out-pace a cheetah. I just knew that I’d kept the gun within reach because I intended to use it. Drop into a sitting position, raise gun, insert Velcro glove, wait until cat gets close, pull trigger.
My P90 was loaded with a full clip of hollow-point rounds. I’m sure you can guess what won. You wouldn’t believe the stopping power such a baby gun can have with antipersonnel rounds. I didn’t really know what I was doing, and I was too scared to really think. Instead of taking maybe one shot to discourage the predator, I blew the whole clip. Turned that cheetah into hamburger. So maybe calling the p90 a "baby gun" was a little premature on my part. I guess I just thought bigger guns would be more powerful? Whatever. I'll apologize to the next Belgian I meet for making fun of their gun.
Never-mind the absurdity of seeing an African Savannah predator creeping through the runways of the Portland Airport. Now there was one fewer. No silencer on the gun either, and the thing was so loud I felt like it might burst my eardrums.
Did a hasty conversion to get the little propane cart pony-operable (the pedals on those things are actually short enough to reach if I sit upright on the floor, look over the wheel, and turn it using my teeth). Tastes like nasty rubber. Spent the night driving around to the tiny private hangers, looking for a learjet similar to the one we had flown in on.
Couldn’t find one, but I did find a two-prop thing with controls that looked pretty close to what Moriah had been flying the day she crashed. It would have to do. Actually took the rest of the day to find the keys. Had to kick open several buildings, search through by flashlight, etc. Didn’t fancy the idea of hotwiring planes like cars. Way more dangerous (and I’ve never done it before).
I didn’t want to move Moriah yet, even though I was pretty sure she hadn’t taken any neck injuries. But if the alternative was a freakin’ lion finding its way into our plane, we wouldn’t have much choice. Well, we spent one night there. Moved her out of the cockpit and locked it, then went around from the ramp. Maybe something could break in, but it would have to be a species with opposable thumbs human-level intelligence. Raised the ramp again, and used a kick to bend the knob into the shut position.
Heard all sorts of animals that first night (and every night we spent there). I didn’t sleep well, particularly when I felt the plane briefly shake or something clawing at the cockpit door. Ultimately the metal proved better than whatever paws were trying to force their way in, because we slept safely.
My predicament had not reversed itself that morning by magic (hah, get it!), and I could barely reach the shower to use the controls that next morning. Didn’t let it stop me, and spent an extra hour shampooing and conditioning my mane and tail just for spite. Convert all my mass into hair and see if I don’t still take care of it (don’t think they work this way).
Oh, that reminds me. Oliver did a thing today. Took measurements and samples of me. Kinda embarrassing even if I don’t really mind spending time with him. He did his medical magic to see what had happened to me. He couldn’t be sure since he hadn’t measured anything before, but it seemed to him as though my biological age was that of a late adolescent, a pony past puberty by just a few of whatever amount of time passes for years. He said that he thinks if I were human I’d be sixteen. If that’s true, than Moriah’s “attack” reversed seven of my years.
Are ponies immortal? Did Moriah’s magic make me actually, physically younger? Or am I still really 23 and my body just looks like I’m 16? Still useful, even if I’d probably have waited until my thirties or forties to start with vanity spells. Joseph said he doesn’t see himself ever being able to do a spell like that. He said it was a miracle it didn’t kill one of us, and Moriah should never ever do magic again without him there. She promised not to. Hopefully she keeps that promise.
Could’ve been worse I guess. Could’ve been 14 years instead of 7. It’d be so freakin’ great to go through puberty all over again, horsey style. Basically nothing in common this time around, so that would be fantastic.
One disgusting land-mine avoided, even though it would’ve confirmed if I’m really younger or just look younger. Oliver says if I really care there are ways to tell if it’s my real biological age or not, like using the length of… telomeres? Is that what they’re called? I trust him. I said I wanted to know, he told me he’d work on it.
That was today though, and I’m trying to talk about the time I was gone. Zoom back, and I cleaned unconscious Moriah, then got her onto the new plane with our food and stuff. Figured out how to get the refueling truck to work, because I’m a mechanical boss, and I topped it up (not with jet fuel!).
We didn’t just come down to hang around the airport, though. I wanted to drive to my mom’s house and see if she was okay. I didn’t get to do that until the third day, when Moriah was awake. She was hurting like a mother, but she’d stopped bleeding by then and didn’t seem to be dying. I left her locked in the plane, since I knew she’d just slow me down.
Traveling through that city was like some kind of African safari. Okay maybe not, but I did see tons and tons of animals. Elephants browsing through the trees around golf courses. Flocks of zebras and antelopes. Big predators lazing around in the sun. Lots of animals stopped to look at the car I’d found (an airport security sedan with the keys still in the ignition, hadn’t been far from the hanger).
Got to say, I miss traveling alone with Huan. He was the one to have with me on my solo adventures, and I wished then I hadn’t left him to keep an eye on Sky. I’ll take him next time. It’s not like she’s in danger when she stays behind in our safe little base, but I sure as heck was!
I’ve already talked about the outcome. My family wasn’t there, nor was anybody else. There were some signs in a few stores I passed of activity, but I had no way of knowing which were caused by ponies and which by animals. I left laminated flyers wherever I saw it. I figured that, worst case, nobody would find them. It wasn’t as though the pride of lions I had seen would be able to read the directions and follow them back to California (I hope not).
I searched around in a widening circle from my mom’s house, but I didn’t find much. Eventually I gave up, and grabbed several family pictures off the walls, along with a big plastic crate of keepsakes from my childhood. Video and pictures of a life that’s gone. Left a flier on every bed in the house, along with a note I’m sure as hell not printing in here because it was for my mom and nobody else.
I hope she’ll see it one day. Laminated it, just like the directions, so it should do pretty well in the house. I wouldn’t be coming back to search, though. They weren’t here, and I’d left directions for them if they ever came back. I had to accept that Mom and Jennifer are gone now.
I’m sorry Mom. I hope you’re not mad that I’m letting go. I know you weren’t perfect, but… you gave me everything. I was a pretty terrible kid. Thank you for everything. And… wherever you are… keep an eye on Jennifer for me. I love you.
Didn’t find anybody. Wouldn’t be safe to be out in the open there anyway. Get eaten alive. Way worse than stray dogs.
Made it back, I scavenged food. Used my tools to convert the plane. Eventually Moriah felt better and she flew us home. Flight took FOREVER without jet engines. I was too sad to be furious with Moriah for shrinking me. Besides, she’d almost died. She was still in pretty awful pain. She got her punishment I think. Who knows, maybe we’ll find out she made me seven years younger. Could… always use a longer life, right? I’m Jenny’s age. We could’ve had a birthday together. Sweet sixteens! Besties!
Sorry I can’t make you my signature BBQ ribs. We don’t have any pigs, and I think it’d be inconsiderate to ask for the ribs while they were still using them.
—Lonely Day
Addendum: Sky came in late at night with a surprise she’d been working out: a new outfit! Not from scratch, like the last one, just alterations on human clothes. I feel like she’s dressing me up a little with the leather and the jacket; like a little blue Indiana Jones. Stupid Moriah; I should’ve shared a room with Cloudy Skies. No matter what happened it would be awesome to be around her.
She’s not a very good liar. Sky had a note or something with her, and she looked upset. She didn’t actually show me, though. Said she’d changed her mind and “didn’t need help after all”. Gave me a hug like I was a little kid and ran off. Watch it, Pegasus! I’m still stronger and faster than you are! Being shorter don’t change that.
I hope she’ll do it again sometime.
Please god let me live through this.
Huh, that's some biodiversity, alright.
Zoo that 'burst' perhaps?
Could it be that my theory that Lonely Day is to become Celestia wrong? Because my new theory points to her becoming Luna (what with Sky's comments on her blue coat which the drawings make green and her general depression).
This would also mean that eventually Day would become Night.
Too bad Joseph doesn't think he'll ever replicate that spell, because I'd guess it to be one of the few things that could regrow Moriah's horn.
Cloudy Sky needs to hug the stuffing out of Lonely Day.
Reading Lonely Day's emotional turmoil and self-loathing is really heartbreaking, and yet strangely fascinating. It really tugs on the heartstrings to see Day refer to herself as the most expendable pony.
You really gotta love this story for everything that isn't said in these journal entries. Day really likes Sky, to the point of seeming to accept the nickname for what it is out of endearment for Sky.
Contra: Pony. I like it.
A got closure on her family, for good or for ill. Now it's time to look to the future. I just hope the HPI keeps an open mind about the whole "intelligent, colorful, radioactive minihorse" thing. I can see how that would trip up most people.
It's good to see that A isn't letting being shrunk getting them down and almost making it seem like his taking it like a challenge.
I'll keep that in mind for the occasion that our paths might cross.
Ah, was almost waiting for a Zoo animal experience. Intelligent lions and cheetahs... that's... not very accommodating for little blue horses.
Velcro: one of the most significant inventions ever.
And you write age reversed Day beautifully, despite the difficulty of doing so from this perspective.
False bravery complete with -totally awesome, dear Zutcha- Rambo style self portrait, a suddenly developed crush on the doctor and genuine thankfulness (I don't need that softy softy stuff, I'm no kid!) for that hug from (Mama) Sky. Both of them needed that one.
Just one thing: how on earth is Oliver going to measure telomere length without a suitable lab? Really intrigued by that one.
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I'm pretty sure each enclosure in a zoo is self contained, they'd either need to all break out (how intelligent are these animals ???) or have someone(pony) let them out.
I just hope whoever did that didn't end up on the menu.
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Actually, given that 'animals are smarter' has been spelled out again and again I have no problem beliving the local zoo being empty.
Even in the real world there's been quite a few cases with elephants and chimps breaking out of their own enclosures and freeing other animals. With a dose of vitamin Brains and no tenders left to stop them?
Well, the first winter should offer quite the brutal culling, but for now I have no trouble believing that the place is one of the most dangerous in Post-Event America.
6137290 would depend on how much earth pony is really in him. if he is full ony earth pony, those guys re trivial at best. kinda hard to hunt a creature who can buck with the force of a charging rhinoceros.
Little Rambo Day, you may think you look cool but you're just adorable
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And don't forget about duct tape!
6137324 It would depend on which earth pony is in her:
If she's closer to AppleJack, she has a fairly good chance.
If she's closer to Pinkie, the animals have no chance.
I have visions of cheetahs trying to pounce on Pinkie, only for her to pop out of their paws, giggle, say "That's not how you play tag, silly!" and then zip away...
In the last chapter, at the very end, you should have Pinkie pop up and say "And that's how Equestria was made!" Just for ss and giggles.
Dangit. Hate it when I accidentally unfavorable a story.
John "Lonely Day" Rambo,
perfect title for a new movie.
Also,it's been a time since I said this.
YOU ARE STILL DOING GREAT WORK STARSCRIBE.
That reminds me... Heat. IS that going to happen...?
I love finding these little parallels between my story and this one, no matter how unintentional they are. In my story, Cala ages up about seven years, and in this one Alex ages down that much. Also, they both look back on their former families in similar ways, yet under different circumstances. In this story Alex is hoping to get to find her family, but in mine Cala represses the knowledge that they went away. They both refer to their sisters by name and mothers by just 'mom'.
That... had nothing to do with anything.
What am I even doing? Why am I so caught up in my own thing that it's the only thing I ever talk about?Rambo pony!
Holy crap, a cheetah? I suppose Portland probably has a zoo and that zoo probably has cheetahs.
No kidding.
Random thought on Alex and her new look, could it have been as much her body as Moriah that caused it? A common suspicion is that Alex's original human -> pony transformation didn't go entirely correctly, so I'm wondering if she was left a bit unstable in some fashion and that Moriah's ill-considered casting triggered a second transformation.
6137321 There's also nothing saying that some transformed zookeeper didn't want the animals left to starve, and decided to let them all out to live or die by their own devices rather than meet a miserable end behind bars or in enclosures.
I heard about after 10 days or so, without human supervision, some of the power plants would erupt radiation in the air or something. Which could result in giving Cancers for millions of people.
Especially in the Eastern United States. But only for a few months as the radiation dissipates
I wonder how this would affect ponies...
I'm kinda happy now that this is written in a journal style, and not like, say, Winning Pony, because those feelings would just ruin me.
I'm guessing a "survivor" was a zoo keeper and didn't want to see all the zoo animals die in their pens.
HPI meeting tomorrow. This'll be interesting.
Why do I get the impression that you pulled all this out of the comment section ??????
Also, about the picture,
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I can totally see the CMC trying something like that. At least Scootaloo .
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I've seen a theory running through the comment section that magic itself is a kind of radiation (hence why that HPI guy called the pony's house a "hot spot"). If that's true, then if radiation effects ponies at all, it would be in a positive way.
It makes me feel better to know at least some zoo animals are not going to starve to death in their pens. I imagine that a LOT of domestic animals are going to either adapt or go extinct. I know for sure a lot of dog species, like the toy breeds, will probably die out.
I really really want to write one of these, taking place in Pennsylvania. Yessssss.
This is a weapon of war! It's made to kill your enemy!
I think he's having some kinda mental breakdown...
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Who ever said Axel McBuffMan Human-man Tough-guy wasn't a woman?
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Not saying I couldn't have researched it if I cared to. I'm just chilly to the notion of using search engine links as if they were references.
Portland has a zoo, but then so does Los Angeles. I've always found it puzzling why zoos have to have an Africa exhibit in them. I guess that's just the last place where we haven't eradicated all the megafauna. I always go to the exhibits with the local animals, when I can stand to go to zoos at all.
So Moriah accidentally regressed Lonely Day to a younger age. I guess you could say it's a brand new Day. I don't know why Alex is so unsure of whether it's cosmetic or not, because it's obviously age reversal. You don't need to look at biology at all to observe that everything the spell hit went and unmade itself. Denim to cotton at all. That's genuine time shenanigans not just alteration.
It's funny how Alex is going on about being glad to not go through puberty, seems that other concerns might arise in that regard. I don't know how closely pony age matches human here, but while 16 may be past puberty, it's still the most hormonally active time of your entire life. They don't call it sweet for nothin'
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Day bucked the hell out of that bobcat a few chapters back, but a cheetah? Those are fast, real fast. A buck may be enough to stun them but in my mind it's doubtful an inexperienced pony like Day would have the best chance of actually hitting, especially when they are intelligent and may anticipate it. That's no stray dog.
The main problem though should be that Day wasn't an adult pony anymore when that happened. Doubtful Day still has that strength from before, certainly doesn't have the height. And can suddenly be afraid and panic a lot more easily ("I'm afraid of the dark now"). Anyway, a gun solves all those potential problems if the attack isn't carried out with total stealth... good it was a cheetah and not a large cat preferring to let itself drop on its prey from above.
6139142 Speaking of, we don't appear to have a Pinkie-type pony...
I think this fic needs a bit of... je ne sais quoi
Add Surprise!! (please) We need another pegasus to balance out the numbers. Preferably a mare, preferably a party pony.
6137321 Id be more worried about those monkeys starting to form colonies. it would be a very strange planet of the apes scenario there...
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If she was good enough at computers, I'm sure she absolutely would. Day might not actually notice the change.
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I'm not sure how other authors treat it, but I've always thought of Cutie Marks as the evidence of the soul already there. I don't think being made younger would change things for Lonely Day. It'd be the same cutie mark on the inside, no matter what happened to "her" outside.
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No.
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How did I lie to you?
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This is a new theory. If true, it would be radically different than any of the other ideas presently suggested. Does it mean that everypony who got left behind is also really a pony from equestira, though, who grew up on earth again as a human? I guess it's not that many people, probably less than 10,000 based on most calculations, but still.
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Similar, yeah. Except in TCB, humans are powerless no matter what they do and just die. Also magic doesn't effect other animals for some reason.
Here magic clearly effects everyone, and as humans have demonstrated historically, tend to rise to challenges and not get exterminated when something catastrophic happens.
Unless the HPI aren't really humans, which is also possible.
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That would have been absolutely awful if it were true. Pretty terrible ending to the story. Fetuses outside in the open air don't tend to live very long.
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An age spell! It's not her fault! All the magic built up in her head and it had to go somewhere!
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Well lots of people have been sure they knew the sex before, but it's never been explicitly stated. We'll know within a week for sure. Won't say when though, but the story's running out. I finished writing it some time ago, so...
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That was my thought. It's never gonna come up, so... yeah. There's a zoo less than two miles from that airport. Either the animals escaped with their newly enhanced intelligence, or a pony (perhaps one of the former zookeeprs) let them loose so they wouldn't starve.
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Yeah, that would've been awesome. Who knows, it's possible they'll think of that eventually. Not that they have any hope of reproducing a spell like that reliably without a lifetime of genuine magical study.
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I've said it before, but writing a story without being able to directly right much of it is really hard. I'm glad it seems to be working, though. It's only gonna get harder as the story rushes rapidly towards its conclusion.
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We'll find out tomorrow! >.>
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I'm glad the age-thing worked out. Another one of those elements that sorta snuck up on me during the writing. I knew Moriah's magic was going to overflow at some point but I didn't know what was going to happen. I thought maybe it might kill her, or blow something up, or whatever. Well, now we know.
I'm not sure if he actually has the time to do this, but I"m sure there are plenty of labs with intact equipment around the city. After only two months... well, I guess he'd be out of luck if he needed any enzymes or whatever, unless they've been chillin' in his medicine truck this whole time.
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I think the biggest thing working against Lonely Day here is being made into a teenager. The loss of confidence after something like that happening makes it way hard to use your magic, I bet. Considering there's been no imputus for any of the ponies to learn the truth about earth pony magic (though they're probably close to working out exactly what's going on with the plants). Not to mention the fear of being charged by something that's taller than you, something you never thought you'd ever see in real life. Without that gun...
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OMG! Oliver is reading the story! ^^
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Oh no! It's a good thing you can go back and favorite it later, otherwise... that'd be pretty sad. P-retty sad.
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THANK YOU VERY MUCH! I AM DOING MY BEST.
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Do we know it hasn't? ASSUMING Lonely Day is female (for the sake of argument), it's possible that she simply didn't talk about it. There would be much more reason to believe it wouldn't be talked about if Alex had been TG-ed, and thus felt so disgusted by her own body she suppressed every thought and desire. I think that if the ponies of MLP experience heat at all as horses do, they're also intelligent beings and so no way would they be driven into mindless orgies. Humans experience swings in our labitoes over time after all, and we adapt. If you want to go with that assumption, you could look for a pattern in the journals and see if you can find one.
According to my information, earth horses experience this on about a 21 day cycle during the hotter parts of the year (which LA probably qualifies as most of the time). There's more to it obviously, but if I can look it up, anybody can. IF Lonely Day is female, than she's probably been experiencing them regularly for the duration of the story, so there's probably some evidence in the journals. If you can't find it, it might be evidence for her being male after all.
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Oh, and that's not the only parallel. I think there's going to be more by the time the story's ended. But I wrote the ending to mine about two weeks ago, so we're locked in for what we got pretty much at this point. Too late to change course now. Let's see how much is similar when the dust settles.
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It did, yeah, and it's actually quite close to the airport. Made sure the real-world locations lined up, because I'm sure at least one person from here would know the area and correct me if I'd got it wrong. X.x
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Very possible. This was explicitly true in my early drafts of this chapter, but got removed for concision (the zookeeper character didn't want to leave the city anyway, and ended up making the entries take three days to get through instead of two, which was just awful)
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I think there must be some darn good reasons why something like this hasn't happened. Once the cooling ponds get too hot, the fuel catches fire and contaminates tens of miles (more or less, depends on the wind). Probably won't get millions though, since there aren't even a million people on the whole world.
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Yep, it probably was! We don't know in this draft because it made things too long, but there was a Zebra dude there who let everybody go. Alas, he took the story off the rails, so didn't make it into the second draft.
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Unlikely, because I finished writing this story two weeks ago, and haven't really made last-minute adjustments to the story anymore. As the story has gotten later and later, I guess there's been less to forget or whatever. I'm actually writing the epilogue now. Here's hoping I'll have it finished by the time I run out of backlog from the regular entries. (crosses fingers)
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The one bright star we have is that animals have become much smarter. Hopefully this means many that would've starved will make it somehow. OF course, most of our pets depended on our industrialized farming (much as we do), and once that goes, ultimately, so will they.
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I'm glad somebody posted that clip. Stargate is what fostered my love for this gun as a child, and probably why I chose it (improbable though it is to find in an air-force base) in the story. Rule of cool has to win-out somewhere.
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Yeah, I think we're going to see that hormone-high in some of the remaining entries. I think we already have, but... I'm sure Alex's denial is more wishful thinking than any actual belief a true age wasn't changed.
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No promises from me! If I add anypony else, it'll be a surprise when they finally show up.
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Oh crap I never thought of that. Something to look into for the epilogue. Will something like humans re-volve in another few thousand years?
... Alright, so age regression, cool.
And I like Sky just a little bit more for that 'hugyouyoursocute!' option.
6139678 WAY more chapters than one. I couldn't even be a science experiment. Not even for science....
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Dude, whoa, whoa, I've got 140 hours, almost on my third level of pilot license, and I couldn't fly a jet without dying. That isn't an exaggeration. It's so far flung from a prop aircraft that I couldn't see somebody under 600 or 1000 hours flight time figuring out the difference in a month safely, let alone the few days prep time they had before the Oregon Expedition. Like how you treated the difference from driving a car to driving a semi, it requires a great deal of training just to get someone slightly safe for it.
Now turboprops, that's an engine type faster than propeller aircraft that an adept, well-learned pilot could adapt to that if they put a great deal of effort in. How far along in aviation is the piloticorn, anyways? If she's just working towards getting her private license, she'd be a pilot better than Armstrong or Yeager. Is Moriah almost an Airline Transport Pilot, or something?
6207495 i think it is a case of adapt or die. everyone has that wired into their brain. like me, i am decent at figuring out how things work.i mean how to drive them. if pressed i could probably fly a plane. i learn by example. i'm a mimic.
Gah! Lousy mystery gender! So confused...
Ok, I take back what I said last chapter. I just remembered something from the first few chapters that makes it obvious he's a male.
Inconvenient Moriah, hopefully things will go smoothly in spite of her.
Man, I hope not.
Geez. Alex likes Sky, but Sky's got a crush on Joe, who likes Moriah, who's using him because fucking who knows why. Regular soap opera up in here. :B
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End of the world really brings out some emotions!