Where was I? oh right, so after dashing off I ran for what looked like an exit. The display cases around me were full of simple machines such as old elevator systems and what looked like a Egyptian chariot.
My sight seeing was interrupted by a small impact to my side stopping me for a second. I whipped my head around to see an unconscious pegasus guard.
'Did that idiot seriously try to ram over half a ton of metal? Wow, these ponies are not smart, then again I'm just standing here like an idiot.' With that last thought I bolted again leaving the poor flying horse to his concussion.
I rounded the corner and skidded to a stop almost immediately. There had to be thirteen guards right there! I turned around to- Oh hell, those two behind me found some friends.
Both sides closed in on me, ready to pounce. I started backing up to the wall, unsure as to what my fate would be. Spears levatated in front of the unicorns.
'Come on think, THINK, what would batman do? Probably something awesome involving karate.' Unfortunately I don't know karate. My flank clinked against something, risking a glance backwards I saw a large window reaching all the way up to the ceiling. With no other way out I spun on my front hooves and rammed through the glass.
This proved to be a very stupid idea.
The window didn't lead to a street or an alley way. Nope, sheer drop off, it took about two seconds to realize three things.
1. The sky here is rather beautiful.
2. I was on the forth floor.
3. Gravity is a bitch.
Half a ton of metal plummeted towards the ground, screaming like a little girl. Not one of my proudest moments, that comes next.
My legs locked up and my eyes closed as the ground came rushing forward.
The resounding clang could be heard for miles.
I had stopped, I dared to open my eyes expecting a mass of broken metal to meet them. Instead I saw horrible and jagged cracks all around me, freshly added to the sidewalk. A slight dent in the ground signaled that this side walk was indeed broke.
I had just pulled an ironman landing.
"Cause I, shoot to THRILL. PLAY TO KIIILLL!!!" I sang at the top of my nonexistent lungs. "Holy shit that was awesome!"
"HALT RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM!!!"
Well that ruined the mood, I glared up at the pegasi that were racing towards me.
"YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE COPPER'S!!!"
And with that I sprinted down the street, a huge grin plastered across my face.
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I stared into the still pool of water trying to come to grips with reality. I had been wrong there was no smile, only a blank stare set in brass. My eyes were nothing more than two round pieces of glass that gave off a slight white glow. My body was covered in metal plates that only seperated at the joints. There you could see gears and pistons slowly turning and working to compensate for the weight. My ears looked like extremely thin forks partially surrounded by a ear shaped casing, as they flicked around I could hear the slight whiz as gears spun. My tail was a giant metal tentacle reaching down barely touching the ground. My hai- er 'mane' was just a set of spikes that curved off the metal plates protecting my neck.
Lets see here, down side I can never smile again, upside I now have one hell of a poker face.
I sighed not taking comfort in that last fact. I glanced around the alleyway I had taken up residence in. It smelled of old sewage and trash. Don't ask how a robot can smell, I haven't figured it out yet.
So let's recap, I got punched in the face, woke up as a robot, ran from the guards, jumped out a four story building, pulled off a bad ass landing and hid in an alleyway.
A sudden panic over took me as the prospect of getting home hit me. 'Oh god, mom must be so worried right now. How am I going to get back?' I wanted to cry, but this damn body wouldn't let me. Anger started to override sadness.
'This was all because of that guy in the coffee shop.' The eyes in the puddle shifted to a faint red as I glared back at it.
'I..I need to calm down, try and get my barrings.'
I stood back up and looked around. I couldn't exactly go and ask someone where I was, considering I'm a hulking scarp yard. I tapped my chin in thought. Can't sneak around every step I take sounds like a cooking pot being throw around.
I looked around the alley way hoping to find something usefull. I saw a very old earth pony trying to pull a wagon full of bricks just outside the alley. A lot tarp covered the top of the pile but didnt seem to hold anything.
'Gees, how old is that dude, he really should get someone else to pu-
"...Lightbulb"
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I was pulling a wagon full of bricks down the street, covered in what used to be a tarp. The tough fabric worked very well as a cloak.
"How you holding up, old timer?" I called back towards the cart.
I had been in luck when he decided that I was just some normal pony, yup age screws with your vision pretty badly. I had told him that I would pull the wagon if he gave me the tarp and some information. He was surprisingly compliant with the request and hopped on the cart its self.
"I ain't old." He spat back. A slight frown graced his face.
I just shook my head at that. From what I had gathered I was in manehatten, a city much like new York. But that's about it, I think the old coot had gone senile awhile back.
Least I got a cool cloak out of it.