Dear Journal,
I had strange dreams last night. I saw a field of stars populated with thousands and thousands of charging horses, their hooves like a thunderstorm all around me. I felt like Mufasa must have, right up until they came stampeding over me. Can’t say I cared for it much.
But talking about dreams was more something I used this for before the whole world disappeared. Back when I had people to talk to about weird dreams and enjoyable work to do when I woke to take my mind off it all. Can’t say I don’t miss those days.
One thing I feared in the absence of humans, fires, have failed to materialize. Perhaps other parts of the country weren’t so lucky. Maybe there is already a great fire spreading from sea to sea, and it will eventually swallow me and what’s left of my civilization. I’ll be driven into the ocean, and lose any chance I had left of eking out some sort of pleasant existence. Then I’ll be eating grass.
My search for power met with modest success this morning. After topping off the fuel in the generator out back, I found myself a real estate magazine and started browsing through the listings for homes with some environmentally conscious options.
Can’t say I haven’t dreamed of having the money to have a house. Under the circumstances, I think I would’ve preferred to keep the apartment. I don’t even have a single other person to appreciate it with me. I could go to one of those movie star mansions in Hollywood, one of those sprawling estates, and now nobody would stop me. But what would be the point? Not to mention the distance; a few blocks is one thing, but no way some animal wouldn't find me if I had to travel that far.
Still might do it anyway if I can ever figure out how to drive. Might be fun to explore those houses, see what sort of neat things got left behind there.
But not now. For now, I need a place as close to downtown as possible, with as many different alternative power options as I can find. Though this isn’t the bay area, there were still plenty of listings. The prices of most of these homes were more than I would probably make in my lifetime, but that didn’t matter now.
Would you believe the GPS in my phone didn’t work to help me find my way there? Apparently you need a data connection or something, which is well and totally down now. Fortunately one of the cars we had in for servicing had a road GPS inside with a battery, and I took that along with me to check out a few of the properties that were closest.
I visited several, crossing into patches of residential that were just as deserted as the city proper. No evidence I saw anywhere during my walk indicated intelligent life, though I saw several raccoons and even a fox investigating an overturned trash bin. Only the first of many outside pioneers into this formerly human territory. As before, I moved most during the heat of the day, counting on that to keep the majority of the dogs indoors. Are stray dogs nocturnal? I don't actually know. I'm not. Wonder if tiny horses can change their schedules like people can, or if we just don't have a choice and get tired no matter what.
See that, how I used the word "we"? Yuck.
I wonder if being some sort of alien horse has made me somehow separate from the predator and prey relationships here, the way many animals even today would hesitate to attack humans for reason of novelty alone. I’ll probably have to figure out some sort of defense eventually. I can’t run yet, though I haven’t fallen over while walking in two days. Horses buck I know, but that works better when your throat isn’t within biting distance of most predators on the ground. I could take the gun my boss keeps in his desk drawer, but what would I do with it? I don’t have hands. Even if I could somehow pull a trigger with my teeth, I’d probably break one and there’s no chance I’d fire straight.
Could I build some sort of harness? Maybe rivet some brackets onto a gun, and wear it on my shoulders or something? A rifle would probably be easier…
The scent and touch of humanity is still strong here, and nothing large threatened me. Were I still human, I probably wouldn’t ever have to worry about predators here, except perhaps feral dogs if they got really hungry. Little in southern California is much of a danger to a prepared and alert human adult. Put a few shots into the air with a shotgun, and the dogs would probably go running. I bet a shotgun would rip my little hooves clean off, even if I did find a way to fire it.
Unfortunately, while I am alert, I am also the size of a dog, and much slower than one. It's possible one of the packs will eventually corner me and the last surviving human will meet a grizzly end. Not sure if that would be better than living my entire life in a world without another intelligent being to talk to. Guess we'll see which I get to experience. Of course, there may also be a day when mountain lions or coyotes or something make a go at me. Can't wait.
Not today. Today I found a home I think will do; a modern-looking building listed as having several key features. Not only was the entire flat roof covered in solar panels, but it also came equipped with one of those fancy new Tesla in-home systems for storing the power, instead of relying on the grid for day-night distribution the way most homes did. Even more useful to me, the shielded gutters connected to a large cistern instead of the city’s drainage system.
I didn’t break any windows to get in and look around, not when I considered the chances of being able to replace a window as a no-handed horse creature to be near zero. Getting into the gate and around back was difficult, but the home hadn’t been locked from the side-garage door.
It was eerie wandering through a house with the look and feel of being lived in. Photographs of an elderly couple hung on many of the walls, along with images of people I took for their children and grandchildren. The house itself was quite modern in construction, with several double-paned walls of glass (not on the sunward facing sides, a suicidal design choice in So-Cal), far nicer furniture than anything I’ve ever owned, and digital cameras and gadgets as well.
That wasn’t the only reason why I chose the location over the many others in the book with similar power choices. It might’ve also had a pool, an indoor spa, and several levels of basement. It might’ve been the proximity to downtown, or the well-outfitted workshop I found in the top level of the basement. Asking price? Just shy of two million dollars.
Needless to say, they got less for it from me. I found a spare key, and took it with me back to my headquarters. My search consumed much of the day, and I didn’t want to make a move at night. I wasn’t sure what sort of animals might come out at night to feast on humanity’s carcass, and I didn’t want to find out.
Passed through some familiar parts of town on the way back to the garage. You’ll never guess who I ran into on the street: my neighbor's dog, the one that scared me so bad on my first day in this joke of a body with his barking.
Somehow, he’d gotten out of his yard. Not all that surprising, really. I’ve seen dogs jump fences and dig underneath them with ease. I turned a corner near my old street and there he was, hurrying up to me. He seemed leaner than when I’d last seen him, his eyes a little wild from all the time alone.
By the look of him, I was afraid I was going to get attacked. Never could’ve outran him, and if my first few kicks didn’t scare him off, I’d be dogfood.
He didn’t attack, though. He growled, whimpered, and whined, but didn’t attack. Just stopped and looked at me, like he was as alone as I felt. Maybe he just missed having people around.
No way was a dog smart enough to figure out that I was really human (I AM!). Whatever the reason, the hungry dog just looked at me. Poor thing was absolutely huge, taller than me. I couldn’t say what kind of mutt he was, but I’m sure there’s some husky in his family tree. His eyes were that eerie blue huskies sometimes get, the kind that look almost human.
I wonder if they look more human than mine.
Not knowing what else to do (and because I’d done it back when I had a dog), I tried talking to him. “You know, you don’t have to be hungry. There’s a pet store on the way, I bet we could find something to eat for you.”
He just sorta kept looking at me. I didn’t run away, but I did start waking again, past him. He followed. Not closely at first; far enough away that he was out of reach. Almost as though he was afraid I was going to hit him. When I stopped to get a drink, he seemed to recgonize exactly what I was doing, and he got close enough to let me pour the rest of my bottle into his mouth.
By the time I got to the pet store he was walking almost beside me. I got plenty of good looks at those sharp teeth, right at eye level like that. I think I know what it’s like to be friends with a wolf now.
I talked to him during the walk. Not like he talked back or anything, just sorta talked about what I was doing and where I was going. It's nice to talk to some "body" even if it's just me doing all the talking.
Broke into a pet store. God, did it stink. More like a pet mausoleum. Small animals, fish… all dead in tiny boxes. Can’t say that wasn’t depressing. Cut open a big bag of dog-food, and waited while my friend ate. Not sure why. Just seemed like the right thing to do I guess. Unwrapped one of those big bone treat things and gave it to him. Have you ever wondered how dog treats taste? Awful.
That done, I set off for home. I thought I’d escaped, but turns out the dog was following me again. This time he didn’t look so hungry, and the glazed look was gone from his eyes. I could’ve sent him away (maybe), but even if I’d wanted to I wouldn’t have dared with such a large animal. He didn’t actually come into the garage. I wonder if he’ll be out there tomorrow.
Never knew his name, so I named him “Huan.” His owners aren’t around to argue with me about it. God, I wish they were. If Huan didn’t like the way I assigned him a name, he didn’t object. I wonder if he can read horse expressions as easily as dogs can read human ones.
I made it back before sundown, barely. Ate a delicious salad with some dressing from the rec room (I saved the dressings), and changed my recorded radio message to include the address of the new location I was moving to and the fact that the radio transmissions might be sporadic for the next few days while I got everything set up. I kept the part about wanting to meet up with and work together with any survivors that might remain.
God, I hope someone’s out there.
My (stupid) hooves are sore from all the walking on sidewalk. It’s hard to tell, but it looks like I may’ve worn away some of the surface. They look smoother than they were the first day. I don’t like the idea of wearing horseshoes one bit. The thought of nailing something into my feet is about as horrific as it was a few days ago when this all started. Maybe I can find child’s boots and strap my feet into them. Just so long as I can stop the bottom from being worn away on concrete, I should be okay. Assuming I can even get them on without my hands.
How the hell is there a species with brains large enough to stick a human mind but no opposable thumbs? How did this animal evolve?
I guess that question can go onto the table with some of my others, such as “how did every human on earth vanish at exactly the same moment?” I wonder which of those is harder to answer.
—A
I drew Huan! He didn't pose for me or anything. Also, I'm still using my mouth, so I can't capture how awesome he looks in person. Hopefully he'll look less hungry soon.
You could get away with the date if this was a testing site for the device. Then you wouldn't have to consider the cost of said device being installed there. Still, 'A' was incredibly lucky.
I guess it depends on their power requirements. The cost would be from $3000 to $31500 depending on what option they chose. Let's hope they didn't cheap out and get the $3000 model.
I don't know how popular this is going to get, but I can see a few spin-offs and side stories in the future.
Yes, all lone survivors need a reliable dog friend
well having a dog to talk is better thas being alone and nobody to talk
and i belive a dog could help
That's the funny thing about certain niche types; they tend to grow.
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Quite right. I think A has other priorities than struggling with a computer for those few days power was on. Now if A had unicorn magic or something similar to work with, that might've changed priorities. Too bad earth ponies can't do magic.
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Yeah, the story would get pretty boring pretty fast if nothing actually happened and there was no conflict. All I can say is that I've got plans in mind, big plans. Of course, I'm just as apt to take suggestions people make in the comments, particularly if they have better ideas than I did.
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Yep! That's what I was thinking. Nail on the head right there. Unfortunately, there just happens to be a nuclear site close enough to Los Angles to actually make a difference.
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But as you can see, even the widest estimates of contamination don't include the city itself, so A would be safe even if the very worst happened. Kinda lucked out there, though if A ever travels in about... two weeks to a month (my best estimates for the earliest for a breach in one of the cooling pools), that might be a serious health concern.
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Yeah, I've heard that horses can eat meat, though I've also heard they generally don't like it. I think A's reaction to the meat smell is probably just a matter of physical bodily preference. I don't see why a pony couldn't overcome it with persistence, though I'm not sure A will want to. Guess we'll have to see.
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I wouldn't have minded doing it this way, and these are some great reasons, but it seems most people want me to go ahead and let things get out-of-sync. (shrug) Should still work okay.
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Indeed. I believe that the sources of power have a great deal to do with it. Having everybody gone during the night when the lights and appliances were all out probably dropped demand on the local grid significantly, enough to keep the lights on as long as they were. I doubt A has considered using the hoover dam, though. I have to imagine it would be a beast of a job to maintain that thing.
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The I's have it! For better or worse, it's gonna be daily no matter what from now on.
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That's kinda what I was thinking behind the scenes. TESLA has some interests way close to LA, so I wouldn't be surprised if this was somehow connected. It's also possible it's just a very minor way our world is different from the fictional world depicted in the story.
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Can't say I'd be upset if that did happen. If they were good, I mean. Spin-off stories would mean I'd get to read the story I liked well enough to write myself and not even have to do all the work of writing it first. ^^
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Not to mention dogs are just awesome. If you can't have a person, that is...
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That is nice and all until you remember that he strangles the dog after she becomes infected.
'A' got a companion! Didn't see that one coming and all the better for it; it's a very nice development and actually a quite logical one. Can't defend yourself? Make friends who can. Hello Element of Loyalty.
I like how you paint the picture of the empty city already being scouted out by the first wildlife pioneers, juxtaposed with the starving or already dead pets. Just a few sentences that really add a lot to the atmosphere. Also:
grass, we can eat grass. Shut. Up.You're painting a very lifelike picture here with the slow pacing being a perfect match. Love it.
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True, though if A's dog "caught" being a pony, it would probably be a subject for celebration, not strangulation.
Interesting story so far a little bland but not unrealistic
Even without Tesla's systems though being earlier test site is an option. Current options between solar, wind make an off grid house possible. I'd assume the home was designed to be as energy efficient as possible. double if not triple paned windows with UV reflective coatings, led lighting, very well insulated. Not counting the inefficiency of solar panels and several other issues batteries are currently the biggest issue
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Ah yes, the San Onofre plant, brilliantly situated directly over a fault line (not that that matters in this context). Neat map.
I guess that there will be many sites just as deadly to a tiny horse much closer to home... pretty much every larger harbour, industrial estate or factory complex that was abandoned in the middle of whatever was going on at the time.
But A'll probably not need to scavenge in these areas all that much, not being a fallout-human but a pony with a self-sufficient mansion :)
Btw nice to see your story doesn't feel very Fallouty but goes its own way. I'll stop spamming your comments now.
Companionship. A little-considered necessity of survival, but a necessity all the same. Humans and ponies are both social animals, and societies have a minimum population of two. Even if Huan can't answer our hero,, he'll still provide a valuable bulwark of sanity and a fair amount of muscle.
Also, thank goodness for the green movement. Though that pool's going to get nasty before too long...
Mr. Bean has the answer to that.
Quite the entertaining story! Hope to see more soon!
6021610 You shouldn't always look for all luxuries there are!
I'm probably drawing A way too cutesy in these comment images.
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6021482 Very true. I got really curious after pondering how long the lights would stay on in Los Angeles, so I was looking at pie charts of where LA gets its power from. If humans disappeared during the night, then it would probably last longer, true. The coal plants would run out during the night since they need a constant intake, and the oil and natural gas plants would follow suit shortly after. My guess is that A's part of town was supplied by a nuclear plant, since the lights went out around the time that the reactors would have entered safe mode.
Seems out of place.
Hey, I hadn't even heard of these Tesla systems. A's livin' it up! Also she's apparently a great Tolkien geek.
I just like the idea of the story and how it's told. Though, while it's great to have a regular update schuedule, if this is going to be a long story, I would try not to post a chapter everyday, just so readers who are behind can get caught up. Back-back to back days are fine, but I'd give some chapters some time so you can look over them again
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OMG, so cuuuuute! It looks like a cartoon.
Also, oh right, entry. Hmm... Well, I liked that A got a dog. They won't be lonely anymore. Dog can be a pony's best friend, as proved by Applejack. Who knows, maybe the dog is Winona's grand grand grand [...] grand father. And that's all I have to say for now. Cuz I gotta edit the next few entries. Weeee, time travel.
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Yeah, I think short term all A is expecting from the power is to keep the fridge cold at night. I think it can do quite a bit more than that, but... there are problems with this. Even if the house had a very, very large solar array, those panels do fail over time.
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It's no problem, I don't mind talking. Or being called out when I make mistakes, which I do all the time because I am not perfect or even close or even kinda close or even in the same ball park as close. Just... trying to have some fun with some pony words.
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I wonder how hard it is to keel one of those saltwater systems working. I suppose the biggest problem is all the water evaporating over time. There are rivers and streams and stuff, I wonder how big a project it would be to get water to a single house. Probably... pretty epic. Particularly for one pony living alone forever.
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Somehow I doubt A would buy that as an answer.
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I wish there was an easy way to make sure people who don't read the comments get to see these.
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Yep, that was more or less what I was thinking. Of course there's no way to be
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Thanks! I really tried to set the story in the most realistic depiction of Los Angles that I could. I know I'll make mistakes, I have already and will again, but I am trying.
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The artist, Zutcha, does try to draw them as authentically as possible. I don't think I could do better even with hands, so I'm glad I've got friends more talented than I am. As to that text, it doesn't belong in the chapter and I don't know where it got there. There is a chunk missing of a comment I was writing in another tab, so it's possible that found its way into the chapter somehow when I was messing around with my laptop earlier. In any case, I've cut it out. Also, yes, A has got to stink like a wet dog by now. I don't think A would soil the water of the pool without any way to refill it. That'd be gross.
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As above. Totally baffled by that line, though it appeared right after using my laptop, and wasn't here this morning. I think maybe a previous draft or part of a comment made its way into the story somehow. It's been removed, as it should be. Good catch on the name by the way, that's exactly where it came from. ^^
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Yeah ,I've thought about what's going to happen when the story is like sixty chapters long or something. I wish I could have folders in the story... but since i can't do that, I might have to put (part 1), (part 2), or tags of that sort in the chapter titles to make it easier to keep everything straight.
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Good catch! The truth is the decision had a great deal to do with immersion. Most people don't reaffirm their own names and genders and things in their journal writing, they take who they are as writ and go from there. I wanted to produce a similar feeling, to give the audience the ability to judge for themselves what sort of person A was and what had really happened to them. I felt that betraying the reality (which I obviously know) in my comments would take away from some of the immersion of the story. Is that kind of transformation possible? Certainly. Is it what happened? I'm sure A will talk about what happened when A is ready.
6022216 solar cells degrade over time but not as fast as the batteries used to store power. That would be the bigger concern. There is also ultra high efficiency refrigerators it becomes a question of how far did owners push for killing thier electric bill
6022216 You know your standard crystalline solar cell has at least a 30 year effective lifespan. Honestly, those batteries will give out and stop holding a charge long before any of the solar panels do. Not to mention if he were able, find someplace that has them or easily access them and store the panels. They hardly degrade at all if they are not in sunlight.
To be honest, when I first read the title, I had thought to myself.Life after people? No, far more better than that.
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No, I draw with my good ol' hands. In-character it's supposed to be with mouth, so I kind of try to draw a little... not as good. Strokes going past where they're supposed to go, really rough shading, and I use a brush that looks pencil-ish. Sometimes they tell me I draw things a little TOO good when I stream my drawings, so I dial it back.
As for the little comment drawings, I don't really mind. Though I guess it would be better if more people saw them. I upload them to my tumblr if people are interested in seeing them, I guess. (I put up A's sketches a day early if people are into that... a little preview. Comes with being the story's artist)
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With regard to the fanart, you could always put them in a Last Pony on Earth-tagged blog.
Awww, he's got himself a pet now
At least he won't go insane.... Yet
So he's befriended a dog? Good, it can help scare away other feral dogs.
Also, this is nitpicky, but it's Mufasa, not Mufassa. Only error I could find though, which is good.
Great chapter!
I love this concept, I love the way it's going and I love all the attention to detail. I patiently await the next chapter.
My only question is why are there no cars on any roads but cars parked in garages and stuff. Was every car that had a person in it or was moving disappear, or what?
6022216 Here's hoping A's new home isn't within a few miles of any nuclear plants. The reactors may be dormant, but the emergency generators powering the spent fuel storage are due to run out of diesel in about 4 days...
I knew it! I called it from the moment A mentioned the neighbors dog a few chapters ago! I thought, "Man, this guy is gonna have to get a dog. And if he does, I will cry in joy."
I did just that.
The moment a sad tag pops up on this story, I'll know you killed the dog. You better not, buster. No "died defending me from pack of dogs" or "caught the puppy flu and I had to put him out of his misery". Ok. None of that. I'm watching you.
A good house and a (potentially) good dog; things are looking up.
Ah....a new chapter!
Let's just hope rabid dogs don't kill his friend on the fifth-Damn it...when you mention about them attacking.
Just gives me some weird tension that makes me wish to put a bullet trough my head to calm down.
I'm glad for Huan. It was starting to seem like Blue Horse Person hated animals. Really cute picture too.
One thing about end-of-the-world situations that always worried me was all the pets and zoo animals just trapped with no food or water, and their people gone. There's no way I could provide for all of them (especially as a small horse), but I would sure feel obligated to.
Alright, that solves the variety problem, a new dog for the guy, awesome.
Now we have a new one, the problem he has with his hands, if he doesn't learn how to build like a pony, we're going to have a shorter adventure than we originally thought. Now I know, lack of fingers makes problems, but considering trains and other technology exists, there has to have been a way to get around- oh unicorns... well... THEY CAN STILL PICK UP WITH WITH HOOVES!
Still, this presents a long term survival problem, it would be nice if his 'Cutie Mark' was something technical like that, you know? We could have awesome adventures of him building a base of operations and stuff.
Wow, this story is really captivating! Can't wait till tomorrow!
Watch the footage? See if you can find out what happened?
It's like, you can do anything you want to, and not have an effect on anyone else.
You could claim a house.
You could check out that thing you've always wanted.
Or just do things in 'public'. Just because.
And nobody would care.
Isn't that a weird feeling?
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Nah... if ponies are anything like real horses in regards to that A'll only have acquired a 'horse smell', slightly sweetish-salty-dusty... which isn't especially unpleasant. Well it probably is to him/her, because horse. Oh right, clothes. They start to stink of course. Plus garage smell.
A could always find a nice patch of dry soil to have a dust bath. As simple as grazing!
Ahem. Sorry A.
Subtle.
Unusual choice for an off-the-cuff name. I wonder...
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Well we might find out the specifics if A cares to detail them for us. It might be pretty boring if there was a complete inventory or something in one of the entries, but it's possible A might use the Journal for notes or something. Granted, this would be more likely if A was better at mouth-writing...
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Well all this specific knowledge isn't something A has access to, being an auto mechanic and all. That said, there are several large producers of solar cells here in Los Angeles, so it's quite likely they will be easy to find in werehouses and stuff so long as they're needed. Depending on whether ponies have the same absurd lifespan that granny smith apparently had in the show, it's possible A might be good for life.
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I like to think "life after people" would've been way less depressing if it included ponies moving across the globe and rebuilding a new society.
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You can do this I guess? https://www.tumblr.com/search/last+pony+on+earth
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On the one hand, A doesn't seem like the sort of pony to know the correct spelling for this word. On the other hand, I'm not really sure it matters that much, so I fixed it anyway. ^^
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Without spoiling anything, I just want to say that this isn't some sort of accident and that I have thought about the answer to that question quite thoroughly. One day, A might even learn it.
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And you were exactly right, though it wouldn't have been very fun if I'd said so at the time.
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I know this has been hit on earlier, but whatever happens to Huan, it can't be worse than what happened to Will Smith's dog in I Am Legend.
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It's dangerous to be the last survivor of a terrible disaster like this. A pretty much has no option other than trying very hard not to die, regardless of the consequences. That said, I can't imagine anything that would hurt more than losing your only friend when you lived completely alone.
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Even if A doesn't hate animals, they don't seem like an animal person very much. It's actually a little hard for me to write, because I very much do. No fluttershy around to soften A's opinions about them.
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A does lack a cutie mark. That said, I'm sure being forced to be a pony for a long period of time and figure everything out will force A to develop new skills, including how to do things with hooves. Barring somebody new showing up (like a human or a unicorn), who could just do everything difficult and not force the learning. As hard as things are, I can't really imagine A giving up completely and not trying. The personality just doesn't line up.
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Too bad A can't hear you. Doing that would require getting power back on (or bringing them to somewhere with solar I guess), but it's still a distinct possibility.
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If it wasn't for being a pony, I bet A would've had way more fun with the situation. Having hands to use a gun would make stray dogs much less of a problem, and open up the option of driving around to visit things like the homes of celebrities and banks holding valubles and historical sites and whatever else. Unfortunately, being a pony puts a break on much of that.
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Good thing A can't hear you either about a dirt bath. I have to imagine A would be offended at the very suggestion. Besides, I doubt it would do much for the smell, assuming A felt that there was one.
From Minor Miscalculations to this, I seem to keep stumbling on your stories and really enjoying how well you take what could be an idea done a million times before and make it fresh. Really, supremely well done so far.
Current tech the solar panels if not damaged in other ways are probably good for 20yrs. The batteries are another matter probably 5 years before they start failing or less.
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... Wait, his name is A?
6023917 What did I just watch?!
Thanks for that :)))
This should be 'grisly.'Oh okay it's voice dictation, and the computer likely doesn't know better. Carry on.
*twitches*
I'm very interested to see where this goes later on.
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Would be logical though. :P
Also, really like this story, it's getting off to a good start.
Okay, I really like this so far. And I'm really gonna enjoy the everyday update.