Celestia gets imprisoned on the sun for a bet. Luna rules a harsh and terrible reign for all of two months before she gives up and has the unicorns develop an AI to rule for her. After one thousand years, the robot has formed Equestria into a post-scarcity, beautiful utopia, but Nihil can't accept perfection, the damn whiner.

Contains swearing, robots, and some hot, dirty, philosophical monologue.

A narrative poem. At the end of a long battle with Sombra, Spike is killed in a spiteful attempt to attack Twilight. Forlorn, Twilight seeks a way to bring him back. (Title may change.)

My name is Silver Locks, and I might be telling this story, but it is by no means about me. She brings me along as an observer, somepony to show off to, and with the tiniest of evidence, the mysteries that have confounded thousands crumble to dust at her hooves. I don't know how she does it. I'd say it was magic if she wasn't an earth pony.