Nothing. There was nothing.
Or... is there? Yes. A pony. Is it blind? No. For now, it holds sight. It awakes.
Female. It is female. It is a she.
For now.
She awoke, having no name. Having some knowledge. Can she speak? Not yet, but she can think. And so she can learn.
She looked around, confused, but not frightened. Not yet.
She has no personality.
Give her one.
I can not. Only they can.
"Hello?" She speaks! The Pony got to her hooves, her skin so gray. She heard no answer.
Where is she? Where?
She looked around. She seemed to be in some meadow of sorts. It was a mix of autumn and summer.
She can tell the seasons.
She took a step forward. She can walk! For now.
Why always FOR NOW?
They may hurt her. Cripple her, make her lame.
Can she hear us?
She turned her head sharply, eyes slowly scanning the area. She didn't know what she was looking for, yet nothing seemed wrong.
"Have you ever had to crawl through a thorn bush, just to see a bird at the right angle?" she suddenly asked. Her ears flicked. There was no response. She continued on, wary.
Her face shows no emotion. None at all. Why?
They will decide for her. For now, she is making herself. A machine of flesh and... Not blood. Not yet. Her world is hers, until they choose to change. If she is in danger, then they can safe her. Or they can kill her.
She walked out of the clearing. She breathed in. The air was crisp. She stepped on both fresh and crunchy leaves. "Hm Hm. Hmmm Hm." She repeated this simple rhythm as she walked through the odd woods.
Is she humming?
Yes
It sounds so odd.
Yet she hums. Simple, but shows she has a Former Personality. Until they change it.
Why should they change it?
It is the purpose. If they do nothing, she is for nothing. Nothing will progress, until they add change.
Oh.
She turned her head, glancing around. She saw nothing but leaves. She turned forward and saw an odd clearing. It was not a circle, but stretched sideways. Very far sideways, beyond her sight. On the left it simply stretched on and on. On her right it led to a mountain.
Which way will she go?
I don't know. It's not for us to decide which path she takes.
She walked to the right. "Path." she said softly. "Pahtha. Pah thu." She let out a cold laugh. "If you were excited, about to bump your hooves together, but you were a boxer, would you punch yourself and laugh? Or would you cry?"
She is too smart.
How?
If she knows too much she will be too affected.
Will they fix that?
Maybe. Maybe.
Does she know where she is going.
"Right. I am going right. I am going forward, and I am going right." she said, answering herself.
But we are not part of her.
"Yes. Yes you are." she said, entirely convinced.
We near the mountain. It is in a desert.
A desert? From forest to desert? But it snows on the cacti.
For now.
Always for now. This land makes no sense.
For
Yes, For Now.
She walked up to the mountain. She found odd rock formations.
Stairs. There are stairs on the mountain.
Yes. There are. We are close, so close.
She glanced around, her ears flicking. She glanced over the top of the trees. "Nice." Nice was a pale description, but she knew not the words to describe. She faced the steps once more, walking up. And up. And up. And up. Up all the many stairs. So far up. And up. And up.
This is a tall mountain.
Yes, it is.
Why is it so tall?
It touches the stars. For now.
You keep saying that. Why?
"You'll see."
She froze, her head rapidly moving. No one. Nothing. She advanced up the steps, up. And up. And up. Until finnally, she crawled on the top. She was...
Out of breath and hungry.
Yes. That. She got to her hooves, and let out her first gasp. "Better than nice. So more better." She looked out on the landscape, the desert with it's blizzard, and the forest with it's green and orange. It was the best nice. A light shone above her. She glanced up, before gawking.
The stars.
The stars were within reach. She raised a hoof, touching one. It felt... gentle. Then she swatted it. She screamed in pain.
She knows true pain. She has a limit we can apply.
Then IT appeared. "Greetings." IT said. "The rules are simple. You choose everything. You can choose how she feels, what she likes, how she looks. You can even choose who she loves, and how she loves." Apple Bloom formed, and Celestia formed. "You can choose for her to be younger then Apple Bloom, to be older then Celestia. For her to be their mother or father. Or even lover, even if..." Apple Bloom became a newborn foal. "No mind is sick here. For this is a test. If given the choice, what will you do? You can even effect the rating. E, T, M. Please be careful how you rate. We don't need to be removed."
She is ready. She can be changed.
The earth shook. A massive gust of wind started blowing. She found herself flung off the mountain.
"Your choices can start here! Will the pony wake up in Equestria, or the Griffon lands? Will she wake to a world of peace or war? Perhaps even a different species. Is she Pinkie Pie, or Rainbow Dash? Hitler himself in the Equine land? Or does the pony awake back in the forest, only to go left. Maybe left wondering the desert. Or perhaps they become Discord."
IT started to lose it's light.
"What ever the case, be sure to click the thumbs up. The more who see this, the more people who can join the experiment. The more who join the experiment, the more she can develop. The one thing you can not do, is take away the option to change. She will never be immune. A new chapter can only happen IF change is stated in the comments. No change nor suggestions, no chapter. Your change doesn't have to be drastic. Perhaps a chapter is complete. You can simply say She sings a theme song as she continues to travel! Or something like such. It's a change, but not much is changed. You don't have to be dramatic."
We have reached a good amount of comments. I will accept no more for the time being.