//------------------------------// // Chapter 6.5 Out of Character // Story: G.I.T.P Ghost in the Pony // by ExMedal //------------------------------// (this chapter isn't critical to the story its just a way to clear some things up, you can skip it if you want) The three of them looked at the town ahead of them. It looked peaceful and for the most part relatively normal, even if a little old fashioned, the only oddity was the large crystal building that loomed above all else like a centerpiece of a dinner table. Motoko had been quiet for a wile now. She had been…thinking of things. Batou had picked up on this; he had a few thoughts he wanted to shear as well. “About earlier, what you said about the apple, I mean I know its amazing to be able to eat and taste anything that isn’t just reshaped glucose and whatever but you have to admit it didn’t actually taste any different then the fake stuff, maybe even a little bit…you know…not as good?” Motoko said nothing and looked ahead at nothing, Batou looked down at his hoofs for a moment and then up to the sky. “I’ve been thinking. How do we know we are really in new body’s, wouldn’t it make more sense to think that our minds where just plugged into some sort of virtual simulation wile someone is trying to hack into our heads, to try and get secrets about section nine? Well?” Motoko said nothing. Batou was right of coarse. If this world was a simulation it would explain everything, but there was more than that, she was also different. The reaction she had with the apple was just an example of how much she had changed since she woke up. When she saw the Timber Wolf, she should have just acted immediately; instead she acted like comic character. She was different, even Batou seemed a little bit off, Tachikoma was however the same but that wasn’t saying much since they where very simple. One of the only things Motoko really feared was being hacked, her mind was the only thing that was truly her own, the idea that someone had changed it somehow always made her feel violated. But she had been hacked before; she knows the signs, the subtle differences that separated her true self from someone’s meddling. She could tell when something was changed. But this felt different, organic, like she was still the same person as before the black out. She could tear apart gut instanced from pre-programed thoughts, and her gut was saying that this world was very much real. But another thought had crossed her mind. She raised her head to see the clouds above. “Batou…” she said to get his attention. “Do you remember that incident with the man calling himself the ‘Mind Printer’?” “Yeah I remember, the sick bustard kidnaped people, copied there ghosts and put them into exact replacers of there body’s, in the end we couldn’t tell who was the real ones and who where the copies, boy that was a mess” “They couldn’t tell if they where clones or the original, the perp copied them wile they where out cold so there where no clues to who was who, he may have even killed the originals and no one would noticed” “What are you saying?” She looked down and closed her eyes trying to arrange the words in her head. “Do you feel…off…like you’re an interpretation of yourself that someone else has made based on what they have seen of you, like a…a parody or a story character based off someone…” She looked at him with worried eyes. “That’s what I feel like! I’m not comical or emotional, even now I feel out of character, ever since I first became a Cyborg I have worried that someone will change me, get into my head and make me into something else, but I’ve trained myself, worked to fight that kind of attack, but now I feel like…like…” Motoko turned her head away from Batou and clenched her teeth. “Like a comedic Caricature” Motoko didn’t look up; she hated showing weakness to her teammates. “I always wondered how much different I am from the little girl who was critically injured, how much was left of her when she became a Cyborg, did they change anything when I was under the knife and just not know it, I just don’t know” Batou waited for a moment and then put his hoof under her chin to raise her head to eye level. “Say your right, say we are just copies, or AI’s made to think like us…or them. What the hell does that matter now, where still us, and where still in a world we aren’t sure is real with monsters trying to eat us and, are you crying?” Motoko looked at him in sudden shock for a moment, then she wiped under her eyes and sure enough their where tears. She smirked a little, was she always this easy to make cry and not realize it or just another defect to her character. She finished wiping her eyes and shook off the drought in her mind. “There are only two things I can say for sure. I don’t think where in a Simulation, and no one is hacking us, like I said, I’ve trained myself to fight such things, and my gut says wherever we are its real” She strained up to her full height. “I’m not a religious person, I don’t believe in God or an Afterlife. I don’t know what happened, where we are, or why this is happening, but I want to know, even if the truth is something I will hate, and I think that large building in that town might have some answers in it” Motoko walked forward “come on you two, real or copy I’m still your superior officer, so lets get going” Batou smiled “now that’s the Major I know and love” and walked behind her with Tachikoma in tow. Motoko thought back to the white figure before she woke up as a Pony, I don’t know who you are she thought, but I will find you, and when I do, you and I will have a very, very long talk. This might or might not be the story of Motoko Kasanagi, but it was her story, and that’s all she needed to know. Hello Everybody, or Everypony I’m not sure what I should say right now I’m Motoko Kasanagi of the Ghost in the Pony Series This mini chapter was written as a way to try and make sense of any character differences you or any hard-core anime nerds might find in this story We know that the writer may not be good at making the characters or any previous lore to there original anime series just the way you remember it, or in some cases anything like you remember, but I’m here to say that we are aware of it and apologies for any toes we have stepped on wile making this In the end this IS only a fanfiction, made to entertain the writer and reader, the thing you should try to do is not think about it as a direct connected story to any of the original media but as a fun little tale to read wile your board and need something to enjoy your free time with, I mean if fanfiction was going to be one hundred percent accurate all the time we wouldn’t have even a fourth of all the story’s on the internet we have today I hope this has cleared up some things and left you a clear head to enjoy the story Now if you excuse me I’m going to go kill a certain rainbow haired pony because I just realized that this char pillow is full of red paint, good buy and enjoy the rest of the story NOW WHERE ARE YOU DASH!!!