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// Gas the revelations 
// Story: The Conversion Bureau: Fleeing the unknown 
// by The Psychopath 
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Gill was very angry. He had grown tired and frustrated with the strange happenings around him, and now that he knew that he had an unnatural and unique resistance to a magical product, he was using at to his advantage. Everypony around was already disturbed enough that the same human from before had bitch-slapped their leader into oblivion, but he was immune to the effects of the potion. Surprisingly, despite Heart being disturbed by the surrounding armed ponies, Chocolate didn't care and just continued forward with a smirk on his face. Gill noticed as he jumped over the rubble and thought to himself:

"And no fucks were given that day."

"Ah. Here we are. Hm. The door is closed, and it seems that there have been several attempts to pry it open."

The stallion leaned over and pushed on a small red button situated on a panel next to the thick metal doors.

"AI. Confirm voice recognition and open this door."

Voice recognition confirmed.
Error.
Biological make-up is incorrect.
Error.
Voice identified as Smith Halls, but genetic make-up identified as equidae in nature.
Confirm attempts at voice module untilization.
Entry refused.

"Beaver dam! I forgot that they installed a dna scanner afterwards."

"Then what do we do now?" Heart asked.

"I don't know, but we should try and-"

Test subject identified.
Subject is confirmed and has been granted higher security clearance.
You may enter.

Gill just smiled as the huge doors screeched open. The human invited his friends inside the room with a bow and an arm gesture.

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up." Chocolate said as he angrily stomped into the room.

"I said nothing."

"Wow. This is where you were trapped for thirty years? It looks...nasty."

The stallion walked forward and started to type on an old board, and reactivated the lights. Several flickered and popped, while the rest remained on, which meant two or three. Chocolate started to talk to the ai while continuing to type on the boards of the machine, surprising Gill and making him wonder how that was possible without fingers.

"AI. Scan the test subject and analyse his dna."

Affirmative.

From the ceiling came several poles, each lined to the roof with green bulbs. They all lit up and scanned downwards towards Gill, but quickly returned into their place in the ceiling.

Analysis complete.
Report on basic genetic coding or deep genetic coding?

"Deep."

Analysis pending
...
...
...
ALERT!
Subject contains a mutation.
Mutation gives resistance to foreign substance.
Substance qualities observed previously in low levels within stasis chamber.

"Can you go more into detail?"

Affirmative.
Retreiving records.
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...
Compilation analyzed, put into common, and completed.
After several errors occured throughout the facility, a gaseous product was released into the facility's ventilation systems. Filtration prevented mass quantities of the substance from entering the stasis chamber.
Biological analysis indicated restructurization of human tissue compounds within the facility.
Subject was exposed to small amounts of gaseous product. Product used to conserve the subject's body prevented any mutations or genetic restructurization. Thus, the subject's body has created an immunity to the gaseous substance.
ALERT!
Subject's mutation is unstable.
It is constantly evolving.
Whenever a new strand is introduced, the mutation evolves and gives immunity to previous generations as well as the current generation of what can be classed as a "virus".

"Virus?" Heart cursed under her breath.

Subject's altered gentic make-up can be extracted to be the basis of a cure.

An explosion rocked the facility, followed by gunshots. All three in the chamber turned around to look at the only exit of the room. There was a bald giant standing there, along with three strange looking girls.

"He's with ponies. Great." Bear rolled his eyes. "Girls, could you?"

"Of."

"Course."

"We."

"Can."

The three did some sort of somersault and chopped all three characters in the neck. While Gill and Chocolate fell to the floor, Heart didn't react, leaving her assaulter stupefied.

"What was that? A tickle? Or were you trying some sort of Vulcan nerve-pinch?"

"Vulcan what?"

"Oh great! Now the ponies even know about Star Trek. I'll deal with this."

Every step the Bear took shook the ground, and Heart started to dodge his punches, punches that nearly cracked the ground below the fist. Heart was blocked by two of the sisters at the door, and, while Heart slid a bit, the few seconds it took her to turn, allowed her to see a personal meeting with an enormous fist. She was knocked out.





Gill's head hurt, and he felt tied up, but he couldn't see anything. He knew he was being transported. There were voices outside of whatever dark pit he was in.

"Why did you knock him out? And why did you capture those two ponies? Killing them would've been more efficient."

"We noticed that he had some sort of relationship with these two. We thought that he might be unccoperative, so we'd use those two to prove to him that we're being wiped out."

"Bear, explain to me why you are one of the commanders of my establishment."

"Because I combine brains and brawn."

"Exactly. We don't care about the ponies. Whatever relationship they have with him, it has certainly poisoned our cure for future ponifications. Now take that bag off his head. He must be suffocating."

With a rough tug, Gill found himself in a room surrounded by humans wearing armor and holding firearms. A bald giant moved away from him with an uneasy look on his face and leaned against the windowed walls. It seemed that Gill had found himself in a type of office building area. He hated offices, especially cubicles, but he was soon taken out of his thoughts as the "Snowman" leaned on the table and stared at the human with a gaze so terrifying, that it could melt the skull of a demon if stared at for too long.

"Where am I?" Gill shouted. "Where are my friends?"

"The ponies? They were placed in our interrogation chambers."

"What do you mean by that?"

"That we are torturing them to get answers."

"You bastard! Let me go and I'll show you what happens." Gill started to try and free himself from his tied up position. Snowman just stood up, his serious face not having left his mug.

"You two." Snowman snapped his fingers. "Untie him."

"Yes, sir!"

Gill was confused at what was going on. Why were they untying him? Either way, that guy in front was about to get his ass kicked. Snowman stayed straight and hands behind his back, like a real soldier. However, Gill, like an idiot, charged head firt towards the imposing man in front of him, and quickly found himself bent over with a knee firmly in his stomah, only to be tossed onto the table and flop hard on the floor. The man got back up, shook his head, and grabbed a hair to strie the big boss with. This one simply blocked the chair with his arm protections, and struck Gill once in the stomach, then uppercutted said perso in the chin, throwing the man onto the floor.

"Are you done?" he asked.

"Ugh. You pack a mean punch. What do you want, exactly?"

"Just your blood."

"What do you mean?"

"If we can sample your blood, then we can create a cure to this damned ponyfication, and turn the tides against the PER."

"That would be helpful...but you should do it only to those who want it." Gill rubbed his chin.

"What the hell are you talking about? They've been striking us by surprise. Who is to say that your friends aren't part of that bastardized group?"

"So? I understand the fury you must be undergoing, but surely, it isn't enough to strike the innocents."

The troops around tensed up as Snowman punched the cement wall to his left, and created a small hole.

"This is a war of attrition. If we do not get what we can, then they must lose what they have and will obtain. Follow me."

Although confused, the man followed. Outside of the office, he could see that the place was rather cramped, and the colorations were mostly brown with the red light coming from the emergency lights. People were standing around, talking, watching T.V., cleaning or customizing their guns. Even kids were among them, and they didn't seem too kind. One thing seemed out of place. There was a brown mare on the floor with horribly mangled "hair". Or rather, a horribly mangled black mane and tail. She seemed malnourished and was cleaning the floor while everybody around kicked her when they passed by. She looked like she was going to burst into tears.

"You enslave ponies?" Gill asked, horrified.

"No. She willfully did this. She said that she would do whatever was needed to become a human again. You see, she was experimented on by the PER. They were trying some new potion that accelerated the ponification."

"Those bastards. I still don't think that she should endure this."

"It was her choice. Now look what we've been reduced to. A once proud race that dominated the planet, put under because of stupid, colorful mini-horses."

"I...I will..." the mare started to struggle as she held her head and tried to chase the bad thoughts away. The other humans looked at her with worry.

"She's startin' again." 

"I..must serve...Cel...Cel...MAKE IT STOP! Make it stoooop! I don't want to become one of them. Help meeeee!"

The jumped out of place and held the pony that began to thrash about. Gill stared in horror while Snowman could care less and continued his path.

"Did I mention that the new potion introduced a new form of enslavement? It infects the nervous system of the victim and makes them subserviant to the princesses."

"...Okay."

"Hm?" Snowman wondered as he turned his head slightly.

"I'll give you my blood. Just don't do like the PER do."

"Excellent."

Just then, Gill heard a familiar scream. One that would show him a horrifying scenery that would scar him for a long time.