Future Collab · 9:09pm Oct 26th, 2013
Hey, did you know I am in a collab with three other authors? It's true!
Some monkey named shirotora wrote a fanfic that has Twilight go into space or something like that. He asked my magnificent self if I would like to join. Sure, why not. After this Nightmare Night business is complete, I will return to actively writing more At the End, figuring out how I am going to fix Site-16, maybe actually possibly come up with a plot for A Star to Steer Me By, and start preliminary writing on this collab. Don't worry, though. I know most of you are just bearing with me for Minecraft-related goodness. that is coming. And the doomishly dooming stuff I've been hinting at since forever.
I'd just like to take the time and show you what I've been doing since... I really don't know. I don't know how this got into my gDocs.
I'll give you a peek of what's to come.
“Marvelous, isn’t it?”
The figure’s voice was a high and musical tenor, and easily discernable as male. One by one, each monitor, upon recognizing the vocal pattern, displayed some new information. The first displayed a set of monetary transactions but the exact details still encoded. Another flashed a series of pictures in a never-ending loop: a human in an immaculate white suit and blood-red tie, a sow of a man sitting in a decadently decorated office, a fair-furred pony in a stetson with a trio of apples on its recognizably feminine hindquarters, an amalgamous creature posing with a statue that defied gravity, a man wearing a doctor’s garb with an expression devoid of any emotion, and a quietly demure pegasus hiding her face behind a lengthy cascade of bubblegum-pink hair proved to be only a few in the lengthy cycle.
“Do you know the universe’s most dangerous killer? It’s most prolific weapon?” the figure spoke to the blank room. Raising a pair of limbs, a holographic keyboard display manifested in front of him. He inputted a flurry of commands and monitors flashed again and again with walls of data and text, each quickly being replaced by another screen before one barely had the chance to be observed. Despite the speed, everything seemed to be absorbed and understood by the figure.
The setup was quite advanced for one working alone. Servers, wires, metal frames, and screen displays all shined with constant upkeep and state-of-the-art design. No commoner could possibly own or even use such advanced gear. Dozens of hard drives glowed white as their owner actively used what was in their confines. Perhaps research, or storage for later. Various instruments littered the floor, some of them obvious devices and tools used for repairs, while others appeared no more than a dirty hodgepodge of wires and oily metal. Repaired or refurbished computer hardware stood on the far wall. Dozens if not hundreds of paper clippings and printouts littered the wall to his right, yet he paid them no mind. It was a shocking contrast to the otherwise spartan room that housed the figure’s workplace. Save for the computer setup and the wall of photographs and clippings, the room was completely bare.
“Throughout the ages, throughout the vastness of time and space, you’ll receive the usual array of small-minded, self-deluded guesses. The stone. The spear.”
He continued to speak, despite him being hauntingly alone. The noise and bustle of the outside world was reduced to less than a quiet din. Beside the steady hum of his machinery, everything was as silent as the grave.
Each screen was composed of a hollow gray frame. Rather than have a solid screen, light projected from each corner of the frame to create a solid set of images. The first displayed a starship manifest from a corporation, one the figure was certainly not legally allowed to see or possess.
OrC Op. - Organic Corporate Operations
“We don’t build, we grow”
Designation: S.S. Starjammer
Passengers: 50
Date of Arrival: Today
Port of Departure: Zenith Inc. North Atlantic Staryard, Earth
Two thousand (2,000) kilograms of enriched hydrocarbons
Five hundred (500) kilograms of phosphorus
Four hundred fifty (450) kilograms of Gamma-Aminobutyric acid solution
Four hundred (400) kilograms of OrC Op. seed treatment
Four hundred (400) kilograms of synthetic proteins
Three hundred (300) kilograms of Octasulfur
Two hundred fifty (250) kilograms of potassium monopersulfate
Two hundred fifty (250) kilograms of potash
Two hundred (200) kilograms of five (5) kilogram copper ingots
A light load, considering it was a medium-sized starship. As there were ports far closer capable of delivering the same materials and thus expending less fuel, it was a curiosity that gained the figure’s attention.
“The flame. The sword.”
A few graceful and practiced arcs across his motion-sensitive interface revealed the ship’s own internal sensors and schematics. A little deeper search into ship records was in order. Specifically, a stolen security clearance was in order.
CCV1 «» SECURITY AUTHORIZATION REQUESTED
GREAR, BORIS «» PRIORITY ALPHA
PROCESSING CCV1
5555*0000*X1 // 5894
»...
»...
»...PROCESSING... GREAR, BORIS «» PRIORITY ALPHA
»...
»...
»PENDING... PENDING... PENDING...
»...
»...
«» ALERT «» ALERT «» ALERT «»
UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS DETECTED
POTENTIAL LEVEL 4 SECURITY BREACH
Red lights flashed across the selected screen; klaxons flashed and blared across the dark room, but the figure paid them no mind. A few more quick arcs across the keyboard and both the message and the klaxons vanished in a flash of holographic pixels; the Starjammer’s records were now no more than an open book. Apparently the ship now dwelled in the Magnasanti docks for engine repairs. Digging a little deeper into the ships own internal records, the figure discovered the Starjammer had recently undergone a full system overhaul. It was very odd that engine faults could have been overlooked, unless the ship was carrying a much heavier load than what was on the manifest, which in turn forced a stronger burden on the engines.
Naughty naughty. Someone was hiding a dirty secret.
“The plague. The land.”
The figure gazed at a different monitor. After a few clicks and strokes, after another hack into a secure database with a stolen password recently earned after a respectful bribe, a police report from none other than the Magnasanti megacity police commissioner, George Clemmins, flashed on screen. It outlined a few facts including several officers were now under investigation for criminal corruption. Bribery, racketeering, racial discrimination, sexual harassment, the usual. Nothing unique in Magnasanti, the city of sin.
Except for those rumored new arrivals. Sentient equines. Magic users. Applejack and Fluttershy. A pair of creatures as absolutely absurd as they were discomfortingly real.
“The musket. The rifle. The rocket. The missile.”
The figure chuckles once again. Ponies. In his wildest dreams, he would have never guessed, let alone pondered, that he would witness supposedly fictional creatures with such skills.
“Ourselves.”
This isn't new news to me!
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Not even the collab has seen this scene. This is a Journeyman watcher exclusive.
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I was talking about the collaboration you are a part of.