have you ever asked yourself, what's in a filly's mind while she is living in ponyville of all places? Take a look inside and find out...
In this 'story' you will read about what a filly's mind was thinking inside the colorful town of ponyville, the weariness capitol of equstria... Read this filly's thoughts about her life and what's going on in ponyville...
Contains some (few as it may be) acknowledgment of sexual acts between married couples
Your dislikes means nothing if you don't explain why, do everyone a favor and explain your reason no matter how good or badi'm trying to write something you don't see everyday, please don't put you expects bar too high
Dear Diary, Today was the best day of my life yet! My mommy and daddy decided to buy a diary for me! They finally said that I'm old enough to keep one! It was awesome. The diary is a brown book with a complex golden lock, and best of all, it has my name engraved on it!
Since this is my first entry, let me introduce myself. My name is Perl… Perl Tech. Mommy said that my name was a pun for a language I would learn someday. Note to self: Look up the word “pun”. I don't know that word yet.
You probably want to know what I look like. Well, I’m an earth pony, I have a grey coat, a gray mane and tail, light blue eyes, and no cutie mark yet. Ponies usually have them on their butts. Note to self: Ask daddy why cutie marks are found on butts and not other places like their backs or heads...
My mommy and daddy are always tired when I see them. They are also very quiet. It’s like nopony is home when ponies pass by our small house. When my parents do speak, it's a strange language I don’t understand, like a jumble of words. It sounds something like khyg jhfk ytoyf iuyifl. That’s all I can make out through my door right now. It’s nice to think that they love me so much I can taste it. It’s delicious, like the purest of honey…
My parents have light gray coats, cyan eyes, and white and gray manes and tails. If I didn't know better, I’d say they look more like twins than a couple. I can also tell how much love they both have between each other, as they are often seen together and are never apart. That means they love each other a lot, right?
Anyway, it was my first day of school today, and I’m starting to think that my parents think growing up means going to school. I don't know. What I do know was a certain young filly called diamond tiara was…interesting to say the least. She has a pink coat, a purple and white mane, and a tiara that she never takes off.
By interesting, I mean that she was acting really awkward, like she was new just like me. I know that’s not true because it’s the middle of the school year. Judging by how the other classmates looked at her, I am 76% sure that Diamond Tiara has done something bad…
Speaking of school, the class teacher, Miss Cheerilee if I remember correctly, has taught the class some interesting things! Did you know that leaves are green because of the chlorophyll inside of them? I’m surprised the class didn’t. Some kids thought it was magic that kept them green, while others thought they are painted. I for one, find those theories ridiculous. I’m 4 years old for crying out loud! If I know, they should too. I think.
Another thing that I’ve learned is that I can get annoyed after 20 minutes of some five-year-olds constantly yelling that they've gotten their cutie marks together and “helping” me to get it. Told them to shut up by the 25 minutes mark. I got into trouble after they told Miss Cheerilee. On the first day of school. Hooray!
When mommy and daddy arrived to pick me up, Miss Cheerilee Pulled them aside and started talking, her face a frown. After a while, they returned with an amused smile, even though they tried hard to hide it, and talked to me using some very colorful vocabulary.
Today was certainly the best because I got to swear, got a diary, got to outsmart all the students in class even though they are older than me, and I got a present from my daddy! No, it’s not the diary, I already said that. It’s a box. I wonder what’s inside it?
It’s certainly something. It’s medium in size, has a bitten pear on the back, several bumps on the side, and a bordered screen on the front. Note to self: Ask daddy how to use this thing. Anyways, I’m tired, so I’m going to sleep.
Toodles,
Perl Tech
Rep. Al- Hey, it’s nice to meet you! I concur that you really had an interesting day judging by your entry. Let’s hope you have a nice day tomorrow when you read this.
Dear Diary, I am not sure who this Rep. pony is, but I personally think it's creepy for somepony to just read my diary and leave a note. But, everything in my room was left untouched… Strange… Just so you know, “A”, I’ve set up some traps. If someone is trying to read my diary, I will know.
Anyway, school is fantastic once you gets used to it. The foals are kinda strange though, especially that Diamond girl. Note to self: Bother dad about what a tiara is. I have talked to Diamond a bit and she was actually quite nice, but her friend, a gray filly named Silver, was giving me funny looks.
So after talking for about fifteen or so minutes, recess just flew by. I usually keep track of time very accurately, but, talking about life, destiny and desires, it just fills me up with energy that I can't really explain. But, it’s my diary and I can do whatever I want with it! I could just draw for pony’s sake! What was I writing again? Oh! What I’ve felt was like dopamine surging through me all throughout the conversation. Nice!
When I was enjoying my lunch under a comfy tree with just the right amount of shade, the three annoying ponies from yesterday came up to me and asked me, “Want help finding your cutie mark?” and I replied with, “Not really. What’s the big deal with this cutie mark buisness anyway?” We ended up having a really deep conversation until lunchtime was over. I never really understand why my cutie mark is so important to them, ‘cause they’ve already gotten theirs! But I'm not here to judge.
There’s not much else to write, other than when I came home with homework, I finished it within ten minutes of starting! “Find x and y if x is equals to 456+(47y*82) and y was 97/(x85-90)?” That stuff’s as easy as 2 +2. (I may or may not put that there on my own to exercise my brain a little. Don't judge me.)
After I finished my incredibly easy homework, mommy brought a guest to our house! He had a tan coat, no mane, and a black business suit with a rose red tie. While daddy’s and mommy’s silence is comfortable, this guest looked slightly disturbing when he was just sitting there waiting for mommy to grab something from the basement. And when he does talk, he sounds so...mysterious. I even shuddered a little when he looked at me as I walk passed him. He’s just so strange, with his sea-blue eyes…
Mommy gave the stallion the suitcase and he walked out of our house along with mommy… That’s when daddy came and asked me why I was hiding in a corner watching that stallion like a hawk. I explained to him why and he chuckled, said to me he said, “Ohw’v pdnh vrph qrlvh.” What was that suppose to mean!? So I asked him and he simply replied with another chuckle and said, “Let’s make some noise…”
The rest of the night was spent with my daddy in the kitchen, playing a trombone while I rhythmically banged the oven door open and closed trying to create “music” or a “beat” with just those two things. Needless to say, daddy and I were laughing like idiots the whole time. After a few hours of our noise making session, mommy came back and joined in with a trumpet. Playing music is always fun, especially with my parents, ‘cause there’s pure honey love in the air. It’s so thick I can practically taste it in my mouth…
But happiness comes with a cost, like me being more energized than Pinkie Pie when it’s time to go to bed. Look, I really needs to go to sleep now, I have school tomorrow. Catch you later, Diary!
Toddles!
Rep. Al- Wow, just wow! Thanks for protecting me to this extent! I'm so honored… Anyways, today sure was interesting wasn’t it? Who knew you can have so much fun smacking the oven door open and closed? Sleep tight, Perl.
Yours A...
Uh.
What?
Did you just reply to me?
Yes… Ow! Pick me up! Perl! I’m on the floor!
Oh.
Don't put me back down!
Okay.
You just moved me two inches to the left. Put me back on the table!
Okay.
And don't put me back!
Okay.
I'm still on the floor Tech...
But you just said, “Don't put me back on the table.”
Screw you, Perl!
Aw, can't I mess with the one who get to read my diary?
Ugh...
Let's put you back on the table, fun’s over, gotta sleep.
Dear Diary, or A (if you want me to call you that)
Today was just a normal day in Ponyville, well, as normal as Ponyville can get… As usual, I’ll tell you the juicy stuff first. Today mommy gave me an small metallic frame for...some reason... She said she can’t use it anymore, so she just gave it to me.
Guess what I’ve done with it? Let’s just say, if somepony tries to sneak into our house between one a.m. to five a.m., they will get a pretty nasty sting from a silent rail turret may or may not have placed on the roof.
Please don't ask me how I got on the roof. There are some things you just keep private, and this was 100% one of them.
The basement actually had enough components to build said project. Don't tell anyone, but (I don't think you can, but still.) half of the stuff in the basement even gets royal Canterlot scientist’s head’s spinning.
The best part about that was that 97.385% of the stuff down there doesn’t use magic, so it’s usually invisible to OP unicorns who can sense magic inside every little thing. Cough, Twilight Sparkle, cough.
And daddy still has a few bars of potassium to make slightly explosive rounds. Sweet!
I actually must admit that Twilight took the ‘your original body had been turned to dust by your own magic’ thing quite well.
With that side project out of the way, I’m proud to say that a test week is starting soon! I don't require any studying at all because almost all the things Cheerilee teaches the class were known as common sense. Daddy and mommy just picked the worst time of the year to insert me into school...
When recess came around, I was talking to Silver Spoon. I learned that Diamond used to be the local bully. I thanked her and had a nice long talk with the pony in question. Not much else at recess was interesting enough for me to write down here.
So, when three o’clock finally arrived, I took the liberty to walk inside the Everfree Forest. The trip was boring to say the least. Just a few timber wolves and a manticore, no biggie… I walked to the market just taking in the views ,the weather, and the sun’s rays. That’s where I found mommy and daddy locking lips while buying stuff for dinner in the market.
So after I was done watching them kissing, I walked up to them and called their names. They both looked at me with a slight blush on their faces and goofy smiles. After giggliing for a bit, we continued to shop for food. Needless to say, it was boring, and so is writing this much. My hoof is starting to hurt. Let’s just skip to after dinner.
Mommy got herself shot by an potassium "bullet" in the head. It was shot from the support frame she gave me this morning… I’m in trouble. For indirectly shooting mom in the head… The strangest thing happened when it collided with her head; it shattered into millions of tiny flecks and made a loud metallic clang… Hm.
Turned out that I had forgotten to sync the sentry’s internal clock to Ponyville’s clock… My bad. I guess they are proud of me for at least trying to protect the house. So my punishment ended up having to clean the dishes, got off easy this time. I’m such an idiot.
After the dishes were done, mommy, daddy, and I took the rail gun I made and made some improvements to it. We changed the length of the barrel and stuff. 2 hours later, my poorly made sentry gun was replaced by a twin gauss rifle automatic sentry, complete with 25 round mag, that shoots 10*40 mm metal rods…
When did that happen? All I remember was mommy, daddy, and I having a fun time fiddling with electronics… Oh well. I have to ask though… Since when did potassium colliding with a skull at high speed result in a clang and not a crack? Nah, too tired to wonder why… Now, I’m tired as heck. I'm gonna hit the hay…
Toddles! Perl
Rep. Al- Zzzzzz...
P.S. from Perl: It’s three a.m. now and I can't sleep. Mommy and daddy decided that three a.m. was a good time to have carrot cake.
Dear Diary, Today was not the most pleasant day for me… School has become a tad bit stressful, and I was tired when I woke up this morning for some reason. Maybe it was because of the my parents baking carrot cake at three a.m. As much as I like to pretend that I understand them, I sometimes don't get adults.
So, class went by slowly due to my sleepiness, and I frequently fell asleep during class and Mrs. Cheerilee just didn’t give a flip and punished me anyway, no questions asked, just bam! I’m in the back of the class, balancing a book on my head…
And what’s worse? The swing I was on during recess decided to break. While I was on it! I ended up with a hoof bent the wrong way. Thankfully, Cheerilee didn't seem to notice. The last thing that I needed then was a needle right up my butt in a hospital bed.
(I blame my luck for all all my misfortune)
So I limped home alone without anypony noticing me. I sure did notice somepony, or in this case, some dragon. Spike, the number one assistant of Twilight Sparkle, was back, he went missing a month or two ago when he confessed his love to Rarity and got rejected…
I kinda feel bad for this poor little dragon for receiving way too much blame and not enough love between that marry group of ponies that is the element bearers...
Pretty soon, he noticed me too. He looked at me as if I were a ghost, and I did the same. He…had changed. His face had dozens of strange markings on his body, but one particular mark on his eye caught my attention the most. It looked kinda like the Ocarina of Time’s symbol replacing his right eye pupil. Needless to say, I ran home in a panicked state to tell my parents that their secret project might be stolen.
As daddy says, “There’s always light shining in darkness.” At least my leg was fixed within half an hour, and it was relatively painless, even after the anesthesia or whatever I was breathing wore off. After I got home, mommy said that it was fine, and I dropped the subject. No need to bother them too much. Side note: My hoof smells like gunpowder now…
Daddy returned home, shortly after I did, with a Changeling! (He actually snuck him into the house with a light modulating field device that transmits the reflected light from one side of an object to the other making the bearer almost invisible to the naked eye. It took daddy and mommy almost 8 years to finish the prototype. One day I will make one myself and it shall be flawless!!!)
Where was I? Oh, yeah! That Changeling’s name was Tidmore. He’s kinda jumpy and his vocabulary was, er, colorful, to say the least. Anyways, daddy and that Changeling went straight to the basement and talked for a few hours, too bad I can't read lips through the lense of our closed circuit tv in the basement…
When they were done talking, daddy gave him an 800 model hydrogen powercell and they said their goodbyes…
I don't usually write about them because they're usually quite boring to write about. There’s nothing really interesting about them. I mean, they're awesome, don't get me wrong, but when I write about them, they just seem so...two dimensional, bland, plain…so I avoid writing about them.
Wow, would you look at the time! It’s eleven o’clock already! Gotta go!
Dear Diary, Today was…okay. It’s a Saturday, so if I stay at home, I would be doing absolutely nothing. Well, not absolutely nothing, but there isn’t anything interesting to write about at home. So, I went outside to take a stroll around the town.
I brought a few bits too, just in case I got hungry. What? You never be too prepared. Anyways, my stroll was around town was at least interesting enough for me to write about. I trotted into that Apple Bloom filly while I was walking near the edge of town, and she tricked me into buying an entire bushel of apples!
I only needed one to fill my stomach, not that I can't finish them all or the apples are bad, but I don't feel like carrying apples all around town. I swear, Sweet Apple Acres does live up to their name. The apples were so sweet it almost tasted like love. Well, not really, but they sure were close.
I went to the Run Inn to grab myself a drink afterwards. I had never been there, but I wanted to explore the town a bit. The bartender was a griffin named Chalk. He was an interesting fellow, that’s for sure. He’s quite nice, and somehow he knew my name. Luckily, he said that it was okay to drink whatever I wanted.
I didn't have anything in mind at the time, so he just gave me an metallic shot glass and poured me some ‘Everclear’. He thought that I would like it. It wasn’t too bad, but it’s not that good either. It was like water, but it had a hint of alcohol in it.
After I finished, I asked him how he knew me in the first place. He said that daddy had talked about me. I should have seen that coming. We talked about uninteresting things for a while, that is, until he mentioned my parents.
It turns out that most of the town knew little to nothing about mommy, daddy, and I, Birthdays, age, where we're from and even why we moved to Ponyville in the first place. He said, “You guys just inserted yourselves in our town one day.” Come to think of it, I didn't even know when their birthday is, they’ve never celebrated it.
But, they are nice enough so that the town just brushed it off so that time later. My mom and dad often come to this place to get their Everclear. Chalk said that it’s their most ordered drink compared to others. Now, there was something I didn’t get when I see the menu.
One of the drinks was actually, I kid you not, called Bitter! Bitter! What?! Why would somebody want to drink something that's so bitter, it’s called bitter?!?! It's like ordering a pint of Disgusting. Well, that just sounds delicious, I’m gonna put my tongue in there and go slurp it up!
Chalk actually laughed at what I said and informed me that that's exactly what mommy said when she first saw the menu too. Come to think of it, we do share a lot of similarities.
We talked for a few more minutes before I left. I gave him a bit for talking to me for so long and to my surprise, he said that’s what my mommy always does when she talks for too long. I then went to do more window shopping, when I meet this pegasus mare, she was taller than me and she knew an awful lot about me just like Chalk…
I guess it’s one of daddy’s friends. She had a dark grey mane and tail, each having a thick rainbow stripe, her coat a lighter shade of grey that felt like the softest of silk, and her eyes were an intense purple, though her expression was always relaxed and somber, like she had something else on her mind the entire time. We chatted for a bit, but we had to part ways when we reached my house.
I walked in, only to find nobody was there. I guess my parents decided to have carrot cake elsewhere. Anyways, somepony, or in this case, somechangeling delivered a suitcase that’s big as me, curiosity struck like a wrecking ball as I opened the package.
I found the most beautiful .50cal (s) in my life, diamond for the bullet itself and the brass cartridge was top quality with beautiful etchings around it.
Welp, in the basement it goes where two custom made silenced sniper rifles on a pedestal. They always make me shed a tear about how beautiful they are to look at. I rarely use the gun that's in my room, usually it’s for a visiting goodsprings where the trip is dangerous as heck, otherwise I never fire them…
I’m not sure why mommy and daddy each have their custom AS50 or the reason behind it… Since there’s nothing like guns in equestria, in fact where did they get those in the first place? Note to self: Ask mom where they got their snipers and what they’re for…
Anyway, I’m bored as heck so I might as well sleep early,
…I’m not sure why, but my parents didn't return home last night. Today is Sunday and I’m on the lookout for them. Remember when I said that I didn't use my gun often?BRX DUH PDGH! QRW ERUQ!
That sentence came to bite me in the butt. *sigh* Today was fine until someone came to my attention. I’m pretty sure it’s someone rather than something, because it’s been following me since noon and it tends to always stay at least two hundred meters away from me.*thump* Speech to text machine running out of batteries...Darn... BRX DUH RQH PDFKLQH BRXUVHOI It’s disturbing to look at it directly, but I manage to get a few details. Other ponies tend to ignore it for some reason… What if they can't see it at all? I’m not sure, but I have a feeling that it’s the nightmare fuel like that will trigger Ponyville’s panic alarm if it's seen by someone other than me. It’s really hard to stay calm… Five…glh glh glh glh GLH
Anyway, it wore a black robe and judging from the body shape, I’m 95.6% sure it’s bipedal. He wore a really creepy smile, has a white face, his left eye is black with a straight line connecting into his fixed black lips. Did I mention the maniacal smile? It’s right black eye was screwed up so it look like a smile with a straight black line that goes over it’s head. glh glh glh glh GLH Wait, I think I see him. *creak* Darn, it’s gone again. *sigh* I just don't know who would want to follow a four year old around town, it’s seven p.m. now, and mommy and daddy have still not returned home. I’m a little worried... And scared. Four… GLH brx IUHDN! WHFKQRORJB LV QRW ZHOFRPH KHUH!!! *BANG* Ha! I’ve got you now! Wait… Darn. He vaporized the bullet that came from this stupid pea shooter. *crack* And now it’s eyes are glowing… Dang, he’s disappeared. *grunt* Three… BRX WKLQN BRX FDQ NLOO PH?!?!??! Sorry daddy, but I think I need a stronger gun. You might think that talking to it would be a smart choice, but that’s the thing, he can’t be approached. Once I draw near, he would just disappear into thin air, and then a huge sharpened rock the size of my eye is flying at my general direction, fast enough to kill, and nopony is there to witness it. Please don't punish me for using your sniper… glh glh glh GLH BRX ZRUWKOHVV SHDFH RI PHWDO *thump* *thump* *thump* *thump* *thump*
Guess who’s back with a sniper rifle! *creak* You're in my sight creep! *BOOM* I’m surprised my eardrum is still intact this close to the explosion… Okay… There’s a hole in the creep’s head… But he is still staring at me. Fuck! I don't care what they say about swearing! A creeper was just shot between the eyes and it’s looking at me as if I threw a small potato at it! *sniff* Two… QRW VR IDVW!!! It's hard to stay calm like this. *sniff* I don't want to die, but I'm going to. I’m going to die, inside my room, killed by a creature nopony else can see.BHV BRX DUH
Of course we are dea- what’s daddy’s sniper doing here in your room?
You can't hear the shots?*shiff*
There’s a reason a suppressor was in front of the barrel...
Dear, why is my sniper in our daughter’s room?
I was asking the same question…
There’s a creep that I can't approach tries to seriously injure or kill me and had been stalking me since noon… I’m sorry daddy but my m52 can't seem to even touch it…
That creep you talked about, was he a bipedal robe wearing guy with a white face with a black creepy smile?
…yes?...*shiff*
dear, stay calm… Mommy will give you a new weapon tomorrow ok?
Where did you get *sniff* those anyway? And how did you know It’s a him? you promise?
L nqrz brx'uh vfduhg...L surplvh... Odxqfk surwrfro: 5133s...*tump*
kh'v forvhu wkdq zh wkdxjkw… --A-- I know you are scared, but you have to be strong and don't give up... zh zloo pdnh vxuh kh zloo qhyhu wrxfk rxu gdxjkwhu, iohvk ru phwdo... kh zloo eh ghdg lq wkh qhaw wzhoyh krxuv, wkdw L vzhdu...
Dear Diary, Today in Ponyville there was nothing interesting worth writing about. The only thing that was remotely interesting was all about me. I woke up today with this wicked headache, which means there was either way too much alcohol in my system, which is unlikely, or my head had been tampered with, also unlikely.
And is it just me, or is the weather a lot hotter than usual? I swear it was a lot cooler yesterday. Needless to say, I sweated. A lot. So I walked downstairs to have my breakfast with mommy before she sat down in the living room reading her incredibly long book. I seriously think it’s measured in inches other than pages.
After I’d finished my breakfast, I asked daddy if anything was wrong with me. He told me to give him a hoof, so I did. His hoof felt a lot cooler than usual. He told me to go to mommy to have a talk about the estrous cycle and how to handle it. Why? I don't know.
Since I felt sick and kinda dirty at the moment, daddy decided that it was probably for the best if I stayed home, or went for a small walk later to get some fresh air. I’m not sure why estrous affects the strength of mare’s or why mares feel weak and vulnerable all of a sudden, but I’m sure the pad thingie daddy gave me has the answer. Somehow. Not sure why.
After sleeping until noon to get myself more rest, surprise, I felt my heartbeat in my temple go ‘tump tump tump’ instead of ‘mmmmmmmmmmm’. A little annoying if you ask me. Anyway, I went out for a walk an hour later and the weather outside felt even warmer.
And now for the creepy thing of the day. A black pony with a white smiley mask was tailing me on my walk, and after a while I was hit by a rock at the behind my head. Normally I can dodge a rock flying at me at speeds of up to 100mph just fine. I blame my estrous for giving me a heartbeat, lowered agility, and weaker reflexes somehow.
I’ve been told that I had a very weak heart as a baby, so mommy and daddy actually made me an artificial one to replace that sorry excuse. Usually thumping means a filter is currently getting rid of something. That's what daddy said, anyway.
I think it’s the hormones my heart is trying to filter. Wait, what was I writing about earlier? Oh yeah, after the rock incident that pony left. I think it was me. Plus, my hoof felt way more sensitive than it did yesterday…
After some apple nonsense, Apple Bloom when school let out, heh, taking the family business, Bloom? Five apples later, I went home with Prism Streak (the mare I met on saturday), an empty saddlebag, and a nagging feeling of vulnerability.
Nopony was home when I went back, and after a few hours of feeling like a butt, daddy and mommy brought in a mare and dragged her into the basement. From the looks on their faces it was either something involving neuroscience or rewiring/replacing a biological brain, both of which take a long time.
The mare they dragged in was a unicorn somehow drunk in the middle of the day. She had a weird set of vocabulary, two tone mane and tail, red eyes and a white coat, and her cutie mark was covered by some saddlebags she was carrying.
A bang was heard a few minutes later, and from the sound of an ouch I don't recognize half a second after that, I am 86.47% sure that that is a chip that got fired and not a bullet. Usually, the chips go through the nose directly to the brain through the tip of the olfactory bulbs and directly to the frontal lobe.
Typical personality changer that can change the most evil of ponies to the next Pope. I think I could build one in the basement if I wanted to, but that thing is as tiny as a grain of rice.
They pushed the mare into a room with the flashy thing where they wear sunglasses indoor for some bizarre reasons, then they instantly knocked her unconscious once the flashy thing flashed and pulled her through the front door after taking off their sunglasses.
After they returned home, we played a game of classic Master of Orion, and that’s about it. I’m still sweating a little, but after taking a shower I was fine. I guess it’s time for me to sleep, so that’s what I’m going to do now.
Toodles! Tech
Rep. Al-
I don't think it’s estrous that is causing those problems. You might want to get a doctor… A
Is this thing on? Yeah, I think it is… Anyway, today I felt like using my speech to text machine mommy gave me for my second birthday. Why? Because I’m in my bedroom, lying on the bed, tired as mommy and daddy when they finish a brain transplant surgery.
I think I should start at the very beginning. Today, I decided to go to the doctor as you suggested, A, so of course, like any good filly would do, I told my mother.
She told me that she would leave some money so I could go by myself. And as I was leaving, I saw her, smirking at me through the living room window, but she looked away when she saw me seeing her. Why she was not worried that her daughter was going to be wandering around town sick?
So, anyways, like I said, I went to the doctor, gave him the money, and asked him for an examination. To my surprise, I was fine! He said ,and I quote, “You’re perfectly healthy filly, in fact, you’re not even in heat.” Needless to say, I’m not convinced.
I went home, a bit confused, with my medical report and a small bottle of pills called Placebo. The doctor said to, “Eat a pill with an empty stomach every night before you go to sleep.” Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to say that he’s not helping, but a small bottle of sugar isn’t gonna heal me if I already know what it is. I guess it can be put into my coffee.
Dude, who are you talking to?
My diary is connected to a speech to text machine, please go back to whatever you’re doing.
Okay then, have fun, I guess.
Oh, I almost forgot to talk about Echo. She is the mayor of Goodsprings. It’s a town inside of the Everfree forest, full of outcasts.
I might have mentioned this before, I don’t remember, so forgive me if I already have, but Goodsprings was founded by Echo about 20 years ago, where a group of ‘ponies’ decided to live together with fellow tribe mates.
Ever wonder why changelings look like and feed on ponies? It’s because we shared an ancestor about seven thousand years ago.
I know this because the DNA extracted from a mummified corpse inside an ancient changeling temple contains DNA with the genetic blueprint of pony assets like colored coats and stuff.
This type of DNA still exists today, in the fifth pony tribe. In all these years, they still haven’t come up with a name for themselves. Most of the ‘normal’ ponies don't even know they exist because these ‘ponies’ are way harder to find than changelings.
Their change process is very difficult since their form is made out of real flesh rather than a thin layer of colored skin and fur, as with changelings. These ponies can change into any species they want with a catch. They have to ‘die’ first. When they ‘die’, their form will automatically release a lot of energy. All this energy will be made into heat and make the ‘pony’s flesh and bone moldable. By then, their skin would have burned into ash as a cause of the intense heat.
It doesn’t kill the pony, but it comes very close. It’s then that they can turn into the desired species. The leftover energy is used for restarting the heart and brain, and sadly, most of their memory would be gone due to the intense heat assaulting the brain.
The pony would then live a life as the desired species until the body recharges enough to change again, but it’s usually very painful. Look at me, giving lectures to my diary. I need a hobby. By the way, Echo is here to babysit me while mommy and daddy are in the north.
I can’t go with mommy and daddy because it’d be much too boring. As a side note, I decided that it would be a good idea to jog around the town a few laps because it might make me stronger.
I was right and wrong at the same time. So here I am, on my bed. I already took a shower, and I’m now tired as my parents. I think I should go to school tomorrow, staying at home is kinda boring...
AnyWay I aM tOo TirEd to do anyThIng else, Bla bLa blA
Toodles, Tech
Rep. A-
How curious, not in heat? What’s wrong with you then? Oh, and the unnamed tribe? Kinda lame.
Today, I breathe a sigh of relief. Why? The weather returned to the normal cool that I like, and my annoying heartbeat was also gone! Sweet! And, best of all, it’s a beautiful day outside! The birds are singing, flowers are blooming under the autumn sun... On days like these, kids, like me, should be playing outside!
Now, where do I begin? Oh, right. I first woke up, and I immediately knew what the time was, a feature I missed a lot while in ‘estrous’. I also didn’t feel like crap any longer! How cool is that? The Everfree now just looks like a plain old forest and not the creepy and messed up one I saw few days ago, too.
So, with me feeling awesome, I went to school to learn things, that I already know, and on the way there, I saw something strange. About as strange as a three meter long yellow polka-dotted octopus wearing a graduation hat, flying at fifteen thousand, three hundred, and sixty miles per hour. Whatever is was, it appears to be flying away from something.
It seems like my eyesight has returned to normal as well, which is great, considering that I can basically see things in the dark that normal ponies can’t, and so on. I love my eyes... Thanks, mommy and daddy, for giving me these marvelous eyes.
Anyway, weird stuff happens all the time in Ponyville, and we’re still alive at the end of the day, so, no sweat. Anyway, to my actual surprise, I’ve learned something! A colt had been staring at me with a look I...cannot describe. I wonder why.
What’s his name? I do not know. Oh well, I’ll probably find it out someday. He’s kind of cute with that look and blush… Where was I? I don’t remember. Anyways, since I find the forest less creepy, I took the liberty to take a walk around it! Wonderful idea, I know. Guess what I found?
It was a rifle-ish looking object that was pulsing red… Now, give this to anypony and they may just turn it up to the guards… Not a wise decision, since the royal scientists are trash at what they do. Why, you might ask. Well, it’s because of the obvious lack of technology development and interest…
“But pearl tech, we have magic to do all the lazy work for us! We’re smart!” some ponies might say, to which my answer is simply, “If your magic is so good, please explain why war, death, sins, crimes, and drugs exist in the first place? Got a problem with politics? Shoot the opposite side with magic and turn that place into a wasteland, why don't you? Oh, right, you cannot because “magic does not work that way”.
Yeah, right, except the Elements of Harmony have enough firepower to STOP the GOD of CHAOS! What!? Do you know what wars make? Chaos! And you can stop said chaos. The only thing left is order, and there’s no battle that can be fought orderly.
I’m getting distracted from the rifle thing. Anyway, I brought it back home and attempted to use it. It gave out a flash and a thump that my mom made when she fell like a ton of bricks. This made me realized one thing; I’m in a whole lot of trouble once dad comes back.
Turns out, I’m right! What a surprise! Sarcasm included. Mommy got a reboot to the ‘brain’ and gave me a hard glare. My punishment? I cannot go into the basement for a week. No biggie, I just cannot watch the close circuit systems in Ponyville, can't fiddle with the stuff mommy and daddy made in the past, can't stare at their beautiful collection of guns.
Work only for the sake of survival, pushing others down just to pull yourself up… jealousy and greed inside everywhere and everyone. Living in a system where you are nothing but a speck of dust, a simple cog in a machine.. controlled by people who cares none but themselves, trapped in a cage and bound to the ground with chains of reality.Forgotten by the people who live their lives just like you outside of your own. Life... Death… We live in a world where we are nothing, where the past is unchangeable and the future, the great unknown… I will ask you this… what makes you exist as an individual if there's countless people just like you as far as the eye can see?
It’s been some time since I’ve written in this old book… well, a lot has happened… well, I’ve got my cutiemark today, but I am not happy… I… I found out what I’m special, what makes me different to other ponies… well, let me start at the beginning…
Five months ago, I was happy, I can walk around the neighborhood, look at the ponies around me without feeling any different… I was so innocent back then… I can live a carefree life, my parents cared for me, gave me unconditional love… I cannot say everyone can be as lucky as me…
I empathize with those individuals, I… I made a wrong decision that day… I have snuck a stealth boy outside, basically to test my stealth skills… heh, guess most ponies my age won't do that eh? Nor would they know how to pick locks and build a wall mounted turret out of scrap drink alcohol like water oh and don't forget the utter lack of fear for the everfree…
I just never realized how different I was back then… When I went home that evening, I heard shouting, it’s so loud I can hear it when I walked past the noise filtration field… my stealth field is still on so I walked towards where the voice originated from, the kitchen… and I stumbled onto a mistake…
But I suppose you do know already Rep. Al, or Replying Artificial intelligence? Always thought your name in Alfred, to be honest. Look, A, most likely you already know this stuff but I still want to write this down ok… anyway…
see, the Tech family have a curse I found out that day… a very dark secret… I can remember my heart buzzed on as I approach the door, the humming grew louder and louder as I approached the door to the kitchen and peeked through the small crack.
I stumbled into an argument, my mom and dad… they love each other so much it’s hard to even think they have disagreements and for the first time of my life… My mom cried. Naturally, I went inside the room and into a corner and listened in, to see what this is about. I can't believe what I have just seen even if it’s happening right in front of me.
I am curious at the time, mom kept on saying “no,” she begged on her knees, hugging my dad’s leg on the floor, she looked like she’s got some very bad news, and she had... I have never seen mom that utterly crushed before… Her tears felt like a small waterfall instead of droplets every once in awhile I sometimes saw her face, her body trembles like a leaf on a windy day.
Dad was having a neutral face, calm even, he’s sitting next to a table sipping a small cup of tea, I don't think I can ever forget this moment of my life -if I even have one- back then his words shocked me to the core “everything must end.” that's his words his tone sound final, like it's inevitable. Like he is explaining this to a child.
“do it when you are ready” and like that he stood up and walked down to the basement leaving my mom sobbing there on the floor… and he never came back up…
I watched on as my mother cried and cried, her tears have never felt so sad so genuine, it was minutes after my stealth boy have worn off did she notice me, her tears quickly got wiped away and she put up the brightest of smiles, but the damage has already been done her smile can fool anypony, not me and dad…
I… asked her what was that about naturally, she said nothing, she did nothing, for a minute, she sat there on the floor, staring at me with those sad eyes, she then got up slowly, walked towards me, and gave me a hug… her tears begin to flow again as she continued to cry once more her tears soaked my back but I did not mind.
Mom was and is always a strong mare, as a slave, she must be… After she broke out with dad, she relaxed a bit but the ‘hiding her real emotions’ act still held up over the years, that what she told me anyway...
Neither one of us said a word but the message was clear enough, I went to my room and I slept, at least I tried, I cannot figure out how or even why mom was so sad at the time, and why dad never got up from the basement once again, at the time.
I woke up extra early the next day, and I snuck into my parents room, dad was not there as expected and mom was staring at the ceiling, too lost in thought to even notice me, a clear trail of tears can be seen on her face, that's a lot of crying my mom did, more than I ever imagined the strong and independent mare…
Then I went into the basement, I used the master terminal and asked a simple question. It as expected, popped out of the wall and greeted me at eye level, the screen displayed something about how can it help, “Where’s dad?”
I was quickly teleported to basement floor 258 I found out also that I still hate direct teleportation I looked around and there he was, sleeping in a glass coffin, wires connected to his skull directly, next to the coffin I found two tape recorder next to some fresh flowers, jade vine... One of mom's favorite, its contents… struck me deep, to say the least.
“Hello dear” my dad’s voice came up, like a gentle stallion in the movies “how are you today?” “Fine,” mom’s voice replied a second later, a hint of dizziness in her voice “who are you?” “My name is Tech, Key Technology” he replied, voice smooth as silk “Alright, where am I?” Mom asked, her voice filled with confusion “... home” dad said after a pause, the recording ended just like that
I played the second one soon after…
“NO!” a voice shouted, it was my dad’s, and I can tell it's filled with sadness “There MUST be another way!” A small chuckle was heard, I recognized my mom’s laughter from anywhere “dear, don't be like that, everything must end either good or bad” “NO! I refuse to believe it, It cannot end like this! All These memories we’ve made together! I cannot be the one to just erase them all!” my father shouted “Five hundred years… We have been together for five hundred years my dear, it’s an honor to be your wife… I love you… but it must be done, you can always access these memories in the drive” my mom reasoned calmly “But that would not be you!” dad shouted and a laugh was heard once again, a sound of a kiss was heard and a hissing sound followed “Goodbye Key Technology, may you live on your next five hundred years, happy with the new me…” my mom said, her voice final and a click was heard, sounds of crying followed for the next minute… my dad’s crying… A smash was heard ten minutes later then a mechanical voice said those words “Memory sync 25%...50%...75%...99% Final message playing in 3...2...1... “ My mom's voice… “It’s been fun” The mechanical voice took over again “memory sync 100% complete, deleting local data… 25%...50%-”
I cannot hear it anymore, I too was crying at that point. This… thing. Is a death machine, it’s not fair! I don't even get to say goodbye! A clear trail of tears streamed down my face. For a few hours, I sat there, staring at my father, his body inside the glass coffin, this is a memory extraction chamber… No, I too refuse to accept it… The elevator door slid open and my mom was there, a sad but a determined look on her face.
She was about to kill my father… No, not on my watch, I shot her in the head with the rifle I extracted in the forest, and as expected, she went into a coma-like state, I plugged her into an electric grid and life support to keep her alive, she’s not going anywhere near that damn button! And why the hell must it be big red and glowly! My inner button pressing me can’t ignore the big… shiny… pulsing... glowy... button...
I rushed back up to the top floor barely ignoring the damn attractiveness , I recalled my mom’s and dad's memory drive,according to my calculation 10 petabytes each, made possible by magnetic particle on a disk the size of a hoof stacked parallel to each other each disk two thousand atoms thick spinning in a very high speed, I quickly ordered a disk at the terminal and Begin my long journey…
So, here we are, five months later mom’s still on life support… I… I have an accident in one of my research facilities yesterday, it blew up in my face and took my left forehoof off, then I saw it, me… not a drop of blood, no hint of torn muscle tissue, instead, servos, pistons, motors, and wires greeted my sight…
Horror. I am a pony, I considered myself one, I was thought that I was born, I can make friends, I...I feel… right?
I went back to the main hub on three legs staring at where my hoof should be, it's surprisingly easy, I spat out my foreleg and tore off my skin, it’s P-980 grade skin, then on one of the piston there it is. It read T-8000 command unit, I searched it in the database.... And I that’s when I got my cutie mark, An “H” with wings, a logo. I am not sure how long I stared at the screen in front of me its text that filled my vision.
“...the unit is made to have feelings, moods, and preferences, it lacks the shape changing abilities without replacing it’s naturally grown skin, it would most likely make the unit very pissed since replacing one of the things they are born with can make most minds… well upset… only two prototypes are made as of this day, it’s in a town called ponyville in layer 1823764...”
I found myself lost again… in search of a cure for my father, I’ve paid my price if my ponydom I...I am not sure what to think… I still don't but… is there a difference? I think, feel, I can get angry, sad, happy… and now? I feel lost…
Who am I? What am I?... well that's a question I would need to find out soon.
Side note, my leg is still detached
It's late… I am not sure if I still need sleep or not but I feel tired… very very tired...
Woke up in the repair bay today, my foreleg is fixed… it’s like it never happened, so to prove that I am not indeed dreaming, I stabbed myself in the forehoof with a surgical knife, it sunk in three inches and it hit something hard… metal… I looked back and my mark greeted my sight. Not dreaming...
Anyway, I think it’s time I start to write things down here, I don't think I can remember all this information, ok! So, the last few months, I’ve been studying my dad’s and mom’s memory drive, and also watched by a pony inside our house, one of my dad’s friends, he soon left me tho, not really sure what’s it all about.
The disks that stored mom’s and dad’s memory turns out is a genius, almost every atom is used. I can hear voices in my head now, not sure why or how. They support me when I am in doubt, they give advice when my creations failed. Strangely. I felt a sense of calmness whenever these voices arrive. When I am doing other things like cleaning up the house, the voices left me alone.
It’s strange that these voices almost sounded like my thoughts, but there’s something off, it felt like… someone is whispering the answer to my ear at the same time I realized the answer. It felt really really weird. It first st started as a small buzz, the whispering thing felt like it’s from a mile away, then it got closer and closer now the voices sounded like an inch away from my ear.
Another mystery for another day, what if I change the way the memories work? A system to take out memories not needed, looking at my dad’s drive is both hilarious and a little sad. Dad spent two years to get mom comfortable around him and five years for her to get over the fact that she had gone through a memory wipe. Mom being mom, sympathized with dad who has to be the one who pushes the button.
And comforts dad the only way she knows how to. Watching mom and dad bump uglies is both hilarious and disgusting, mom had no idea what she’s doing and it ended up dad giving mom a multiple orgasmic therapy. I laughed my ass off of that one, then there's date night since mom had a memory wipe and forgot that they both are married, dad proposed to her on a cliff overlooking a beautiful field of flowers looking at the sunset. I digress
Every single detail there is recorded and not everything is needed so, I devised a small subsystem to the memory drive, key moments like social interactions, transactions and assassinations can be flagged as important and it can stay in the drive. While non-important moments like walking to the store to pick up some lubricant for the machines (and mom) can be flagged as non-important with a improvise AI to judge the moments like a dog doing a backflip while riding a unicycle is worth remembering or not.
The voices in my head are dead silent when I thought about that myself without the whispering part. and I can feel a collective facepalm, I can just FEEL it then they started shouting ‘DUH’ or ‘Of course!’ Sure having memories are part of what being alive means BUT no one remembers how many steps they took to get some food.
Anyway, I need to write these into their chips soon I don't like my mom and dad just lying there being disabled. That’s when the whispers stopped too, so that’s that… Amber came over to visit today… heh, I consider her a very good friend, she’s always there for me when my dad and mom are out doing whatever.
So it’s no surprise that the moment she saw me, she instantly felt that something is wrong, we talked and talked, she kept on reassuring me that I am more than just a machine but if I feel no pain when I stab myself in the eye and it will magically be fixed 24 hours later, I cannot think myself as anything but.
There’s one final thing… with me being a robot, I thought I would like to see my code, and I did. Staring at the lines of numbers changing and 50 thousand trillion calculations operating every second, it’s almost peaceful in some ways… me in a dark room, alone… looking at myself, it’s like looking at a mirror, only to see the code as your reflection…
And upon my code, lies three thought locks. Basically, something that prevents certain thoughts from popping up in my brai- er... chip. I am curious so I shut them all down. Hell greeted me. My mind felt like it’s on fire, at that moment, I can turn this planet into ash. I hold the power of a million suns and all life on this planet are within my grasp.
No one should be able to wield this power! I am all powerful! I have someone who loves me! Love is redundant, inefficient! It’s what separates me from being an actual glorified drone!
When I came to, I’m lying on the ground in my own puddle of tears. A failsafe of sorts, to re-engage the locks after ten seconds, It felt like hours as my mind tries to rip itself apart. What separates drones from the higher class are morals, I don't care if I’m a machine made out of nuts and bolts. I am proud that I have morals and I will keep it that way.
In fact, three thought locks are not enough, now five are in place now. I missed the old days where getting a diary would make my day… Anyway, no point in remembering the past… I’ll be off now, till next time.
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