Anthony was standing in front of the anomaly, getting ready to go through it. None of the researchers knew what it would feel like, but they assured him that he would live through it with little to no damage. Because that is so comforting, He thought. He wasn’t scared so much as nervous, the first human to step on a foreign planet, maybe even dimension. The feeling to run was coming from the anomaly, every time he came near it, all he wanted to do was run. He couldn’t do that though, he had a job to do.
Anthony was surprised to be flanked by two men in suits without ties. The CIA told him that they were bodyguards in case anything went wrong. Bet they’re Secret Service, they definitely look it, right down to the P229’s they carried. He didn’t really know much about weaponry, but he did pick up a few things from the news, and his wife. The plan was for him to go through first and if there were any problems, his guards could use the M.A.L.P.’s telemetry to figure out how best to enter.
The step in front of the anomaly had been removed, without a step on the other side; all it would have done was make it more awkward to step through. A small step would be sent over with their supplies once arrangements had been made for his stay. Thankfully it was only a foot off the ground and not that difficult a step to manage for a fully grown human, just awkward since nothing was known about what happened if you touched the outer edge of the anomaly. The white tent that had previously been housing the anomaly had also been moved so that all the staff could watch this historic moment.
Anthony approached the anomaly, he really wanted to quote Henry V, but that one would require having gone through this thing at least once already. He almost lost his balance when putting his right foot through the anomaly, the sudden chill and electric shock his leg received, nearly made him lose his balance. He could still feel the foot, but anything that passed through or was touching the anomaly was affected by these sensations. When he felt his foot touch down on the other side, he ducked his head to pass it through next. Anthony ducked his head in the hope that it would protect his eyes from the chill and shock of passing through the anomaly, it didn’t work and he even felt it in his teeth. Wanting to get it over quickly, he finished stepping through the anomaly, first his arms and then his body and other leg.
Anthony stood on the other side of the anomaly and looked about the white room. He saw the M.A.L.P. off to the side, camera pointed directly at the two unicorns that were sitting down fifteen feet in front of the anomaly. He recognized the one on the right, it was the same purple one that he had seen on the video. The other one was completely new though, it was a white and purple unicorn, the mane looked styled and he could swear that it had on blue eyeliner. But, he thought, I can look at that later, first there is a job to do. He took a few steps forward, making sure to keep his hands at his sides to appear as less of a threat.
“Hello.” He spoke calmly, trying to imitate their speed with his speech; he would have to go completely off of memory for this. “My name Anthony Marcus. In peace come.” He may have made some slight alterations to the CIA’s suggested language structures, but if he was to truly figure out this language then he needed to play with it.
Anthony was a little surprised when the white one stepped forward and spoke up instead of the purple one. It spoke in a slow and methodical manner, but not like it was trying to make it easier to understand. The linguist clearly recognized the first part as a greeting and self-introduction; he’d heard enough of them over his life. The second part was a little harder to discern, but he heard the words for ‘group’ and ‘diplomat’ and was able to piece the rest from together from that.
“No. Two more.” Anthony replied. At least they don’t seem hostile, he thought. He heard soft footsteps coming from behind him. The bodyguards flanked their charge and just stood there observing the room for threats. The linguist then turned to his right to see which guard had positioned himself where. “This one Avery Anwar.” He said, pointing to the blonde haired guard. He then pointed at the person on his left. “This one Victor Sizemore.” He returned his hand to his side and looked back at the two unicorns. “We come learn.”
Anthony was surprised to see the two unicorns start to talk to each other, initiated by the white one. He was able to pick out a few words like ‘clothes’ and ‘weapon’ and a few glances from the two in his direction. I really hope clothing isn’t some sort of taboo here, that could get really awkward. He dreaded. About half way through their talk he spotted a new unicorn at the back of the room near the door. When the heck did she enter? This didn’t seem like the introductions he was expecting.
Anthony was broken out of his train of thought when he heard a gasp coming from the first group of unicorns; he quickly looked over to see the white one staring at the purple one, who looked like it had no clue what just happened. A sharp, short sound emanated from the back of the room; it could only come from the green unicorn by the door. Why do they have to use such big words? He asked himself as the green one went into a long speech with very few recognizable words outside of their Deity’s name.
After a few minutes, Anthony heard a voice in his right ear; Avery was asking, “What are they talking about?”
Anthony turned his head slightly to the side to make discussion easier. “I believe they are talking about us, judging by the direction of their gaze and the occasional hoof pointing.” He wanted to get the obvious out of the way first. “They started with greetings and then the first two starting talking about our clothing and some other things I couldn’t translate.” There was no way he was going to tell two bodyguards that weapons were being discussed if he didn’t know the exact context, that would only prove detrimental to their current goals of establishing peaceful relations. “But this current one, I have no clue what it’s saying and I doubt the folks back home will have any more luck than I am.” Anthony hoped that wouldn’t put the guard too much on edge.
Anthony looked back just as the talk between the purple and the green one was broken up by the white one. That was when the green one stepped around the other two and came within five feet of the visiting humans. “Greetings. My name is Lyra Heartstrings and it is my pleasure to welcome you to Equestria. I would like to invite you to our cafeteria to have some dinner; I am assured we have quite the selection of food.” Lyra stated and pointed a hoof at the door. “However, you will not be allowed to eat meat outside of this facility and preferably not in any common areas, for now at least.”
“How know eat meat?” He asked and hoped this wouldn’t cause too many issues. There were still al ot of words in there that he didn’t understand; but surprisingly he understood enough of what she was asking to get that she was offering food and what sounded like a slight concession.
The mint green unicorn then pointed at its mouth and said one word. “Teeth.” The Lyra walked to the door and opened it. “Coming?” She asked.
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It clearly looks like its updated to me. I actually did a blog on the reason because I didn't know what else to do. Yesterday I accidentally hit publish instead of edit on a much later chapter and had to unpublish it. As a result and as an apology, I uploaded two chapters today. Sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused you.
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Twilight is such a great character to mess with, OCD, smartass, and is so great to mess with, even if she does get in trouble and get ponies out of it. Such a great character with so many dimensions.
No meat now thats just evil looking fowrd to the next chapter
This better not lead to something like the conversion bureau... unless it's ponies turning into humans. After all, what kind of pony wouldn't want to have a body that was perfected my evolution. (not to be taken seriously)
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not quite sure what you mean by that, but i am not really the biggest fan of the conversion bureau. Besides the fact that something like that would be a tremendous crime comparable to what Hitler did, I don't know many people that would ever want to give up their humanity. No pony or human in their right mind would ever do such a thing.
Do like the idea of a pony turning into a human though, Lyra would probably get a kick out of it. (except for the no magic part of it)
As I have said before, this is more about the two societies meeting, and neither side is truly evil.
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Yep To quote House though "You can't always get what you want."
Dai.. ur have rite but if i could give of meat if i could have a fries to replace it. Im looking fowrd to the nxt chapter
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That's a big relief to hear. I personally dislike the conversion bureau because it is too much like apocalyptic movies with slow moving undead. They always show the world after the 'end', but never how it actually happened. Even if Celestia is a God, she can't do much against a super sonic bullet she will never hear.
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That's actually an interesting idea I think I would like to explore actually. The supersonic bullet thing. And if anything hits the fan it won't just happen. I think of her more as a protective god.
I dislike TCB because Celestia seems so OOC, "we are the Borg, resistance is futile, you will join the herd." type thing. But the sociocultural aspect of it is also interesting. (bit of a cultural nerd )
Sorry if I seemed rude or anything in responding, just tired of people asking that question.
And as to your previous comment, humans are so poorly designed due to certain workarounds. Kinda like a max mined D&D character.
We're on the internet, even if I was offended, what would I do? Send a stern fax? Also, I understand that humans have their ownsides, but compared to ponies, we are Gods. (metaphorically)
2095023 I don't know about that, they can do quite a bit with magic, you can't hit what you can't see. Unless you'd prefer a quote from Arthur C. Clark in which magic and technology aren't that different. They both have strengths and weaknesses. With the biggest strength being that the other side doesn't understand it and the greatest weakness is their dependence on it.
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Not a rebutal, but our weakness is their weakness as well. While they may understand how to use it, they don't understand why it works. Who's to say we can't quantify magic using scientific means? But of course that is all up to the author.
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2096377 There, fixed. Thank You, every once in a while something still slips through or a mistake is made.
Quite interesting first contact, but some details look a bit of like how they traslated the language without any rosseta stone or that they go wearing regular clothes without any biohazard protection
In any case is quite interesting