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// Epilogue 
// Story: Fallout Equestria: Blue Destiny 
// by MagnetBolt 
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	“And we all lived happily ever after.”
“I feel like you aren’t taking this entirely seriously.”
“Everything I said was the truth.”
“It was… mostly the truth.”
“It’s how I remember it!”
“If you say so. I suppose it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that somepony hears this message.”
“It would be a lot easier if Star Swirl would give us a hoof.”
“He gave us the W-dimensional coordinates that I needed.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“Do you really want me to explain Limbo’s node-based temporal geometry and how it interacts with Equestria’s linear time dimension?”
“Not really.”
“The important thing is, this transmission is going into what would be the future, from our perspective, but as long as somepony receives it, it’s going to let Limbo’s timeline intersect with Equestria’s. It should fix the instability preventing magic mirror use.”
“As long as somepony hears it?”
“It’s very quantum.”
“How long in the future?”
“It’s impossible to know for sure. It’s going to transmit as a four-dimensional wave and repeat until it’s received. My best guess is a bit over twenty years.”
“Twenty years?!”
“It avoids some fixed points in time. Star Swirl said he’d strangle us if we intersected any ‘canon events’, whatever that means.”
“It means he makes up terms and pretends everypony knows what they mean.”
“You might be right.”
“So what do we do now?”
“If everything goes right, next we-- wait, are we still live?”
“Was I supposed to stop?”
“Shut it off and help me with the hyperpulse generator. We’ll need to-- no, don’t yank on that cabl--”
The transmission shut off with a harsh buzz. The foal listening to the funny story flinched at the sound and shut off the radio. When she did, in the new silence she heard her friends outside, laughing and talking about something. She ran outside into the bright sunshine and joined them.







War never changes. In every era, no matter what tactics and weapons are favored, war never changes. It is instead an agent of change. It is a crucible fueled by lives, burning up soldiers and civilians alike. Survivors are left scarred, battered, burned. A few make it to the other side stronger than they went in, alloyed and tempered by that great heat.
Someday, perhaps, war will finally change itself. The crucible will burn so hot it succumbs to its own flame. If any of us survive the result, perhaps we’ll see we never needed it in the first place, and we’ll find other ways to warm ourselves and resolve our differences. Understanding and empathy can replace hate, and we can graduate into an adulthood where differences are not resolved at the point of a knife.