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// Story: The Pinkie Parable 
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	Pinkie was naturally very sociable, so the thought of absolute isolation terrified her. She continued down the hall towards the employee’s lounge. The lights were off. She stepped in and closed the door behind her. The lights blinded her for a moment as she flicked them on.

Empty. Just like everywhere else. Pinkie panicked for a moment. Her heart jumped at the thought of everypony suddenly disappearing. Still, being an inquisitive mind, she needed an explanation for this. She decided to go see her boss in his office to try and get to the bottom of things. She stepped out of the employee’s lounge and continued down the hall.


When she reached a staircase, she went up to her boss’ office.



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Pinkie stepped inside her boss’ office, and to no surprise, it was empty as well. She was really starting to become worried. She didn’t like being alone all that much, or at all, really. She started pacing and in her frenzy, she discovered a keypad on the wall beside some filing cabinets. It had a microphone to go along with some sort of voice recognition system. The password to unlock it could have been anything and only Pinkie’s boss knew what it was. It was the second step in the boss’ recipe for homemade vegetable pot pie. “2. Line the bowl with pig sweat and preheat the oven to 150 degrees.” But of course, there’s no way she could have known that. Alternatively, the boss had a second password that served a different function. It was the name of his great, great uncle, Hermophrates.


Pinkie said the former.



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And yet by saying random phrases that popped into Pinkie’s head and with a sheer stroke of luck, she managed to unlock the keypad. A wall slid open, revealing a dark and mysterious tunnel out of her boss’ office.

Pinkie, cold and terrified, hesitantly creeped down the barely lit tunnel. The tunnel winded and turned in all sorts of directions. Pinkie had absolutely no idea where she was or what awaited her at the end of this path. She saw a light at the end of this tunnel. She staggered deeper and deeper until she found...

...rows and rows of monitors. Each with a number above it, and not a random number, but the numbers of her fellow employees. Even her own number, 865, was up there. The questions were building up higher and higher until a wall came down behind her, answering every one of them in a brief moment.

An enormous room was revealed to her, stretching almost beyond sight above. In the center was a computer terminal with all sorts of knobs and buttons coating its exterior. These were not simple volume or lighting controls. Each button or knob was labelled with an emotion. Happy, sad, even hungry and sleepy. Other buttons were labelled with actions like “work" or "play”.

The gravity of the situation suddenly fell on Pinkie. Her boss had been controlling her life. She didn’t really enjoy her job. She was just the puppet in some sick game. Just as the height of her anger peaked, a beam shot from the ceiling above, giving a little bit of power to the terminal. She looked around and saw the staircase up to the source of the beam. She couldn’t let this machine exist for a moment longer.


She stormed up the stairs and flipped the switch, turning the dreaded machine off once and for all.



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Blackness.


Pinkie stumbled around in the dark, nearly falling from high above when a door opened. Radiating the room with much needed light.

Pinkie stepped outside and felt a cool rush of air brush against her cheek. She never did learn what had happened to her co-workers or her boss, but that didn’t matter. She was free now, and forever. Nopony would ever again tell her what to do, what to think, or what to feel. She was the lead role in her own story. She would return to Ponyville and continue working for the Cakes. She would live out her life the way she wanted...


...and Pinkie was happy.

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