Celestia, after savoring the moment, grew curious once more. What exactly had taken place during the project? Had they actually managed to build this… ship? Grabbing the bag of voice recorders, she played the first one. With any luck, her questions would be answered.
Spike’s personal audio log. If you are not myself or Twilight, you should probably stop listening. Seriously, this is technically classified government information, and as such is prosecutable by the Diarch of the Sun and Moon. However, if you ARE someone who should be hearing these notes, I hope you find them beneficial.
Day One. Gotta say, I haven’t seen insanity like this since Twilight was late on delivering a friendship report. Luckily, there was no herd of ponies chasing after a certain doll…
Anyways, despite the chaos that would have made Discord proud, we made excellent process. One of the newer dragons, probably only hundred years old or so, proposed a marvelously insane theory. He suggested that we should completely disregard the current laws of the universe as proposed by The Council, and take on the problem as if there were no laws.
How ridiculous. The current laws have been proven time and time again.
Besides for that little bit, other work was done. Crackle proposed that, hehe, I still can’t get over that. CRACKLE is actually pretty dang smart when it comes to numbers. Anyways, like I was saying, Crackle proposed the idea of taking a single atom of Hydrogen and shooting it full of magical energy. Since, as proven by Sparkle’s Law of Magical Potential, the energy from magic is actually composed of a pair of positive and negative M-Particles, and a single positive M-particle, the energy from magic can actually be…
Dear creators, Celestia may have loved Spike, but he had become such a bore. The math was already recorded in that giant computer, why did he have to go over it all again in his private audio logs?
Skipping towards the end of it, she set it once more to play.
...so yeah, all in all it was a pretty successful day. On a slightly more worrying note, I’ve noticed some of the other dragons, the ones outside of SMARD, have been talking about ‘beating the final enemy’. I might have to contact Twilight about that. I mean, I haven’t exactly been paying too much attention to current events of the world, but I’m pretty sure there aren’t any wars going on. Even the Changelings have been extremely quiet of late.
This is the Draconian Minister of Science, Spike Sparkle, signing off.
Day 30. Not much has happened since day one. I mean, sure, a lot of ideas have been proposed and tested, but nothing much has worked. So far, the only two theories we still have on the table are Crackle’s and the new guy’s (Note: His name is Nero. Gotta remember that from now on. Can’t just keep calling him the new guy, heh…)
What parents would be cruel enough to name their child Nero, Celestia asked herself. The last time anypony has famous and named Nero, it had been for the Burning of Canterlot, which many ponies theorized he had caused.
… And I refuse to accept his idea. It has NO scientific backing! I mean, even Pinkie Pie’s… whatever it is that she does… has some precedence in the form of mind magic, Sombra had in his castle. His idea, which is to simply find a way to accelerate the ship faster than the speed of light and use the greater than infinite energy it would have to acquire to rip a small hole in reality, goes against any common sense. If there were anything that could move faster than light, would we not have found it already? And how would something even GET greater than infinite energy? That simply goes against the very concept of infinity!
Admittedly, Crackle’s idea has some flaws too, but at least it follows the established laws of reality.
Oh yeah, almost forgot! We had a visit from Twilight today. As she’s the Equine Minister of Science, we’re required to discuss our findings every so often. She brought some admittedly disturbing news from Zebrica. Apparently, they’ve been working on some ritual to take the soul out of a being, to give themselves a form of spiritual immortality. She says nothing will come of it, but…
Ugh, focus Spike. These notes are for keeping track of the events of this project, not your diary. You already have one of those.
But still, it reminds me too much of everything that’s going on right now. I didn’t tell Twilight, since I’m sure she has enough on her plate as both a Minister AND a Princess, but I don’t particularly like the idea of immortality. It seems to… well. Unending.
This is the Draconian Minister of Science, Spike Sparkle, signing off.
Celestia was quickly growing impatient. After experiencing so many emotions for the first time in so many millennia, she didn’t want slow progress. She wanted to know what happened now! She tossed the recordings aside, save for the last one. Bracing herself, she set it to play.
Day… I don’t know anymore. I just don’t. It’s all gone wrong. EVERYTHING. Twilight just sent me a letter. the Zebra are gone. That ritual they were working on so many years ago, well, apparently they completed it recently. They’re just all gone.
I’m not sure if I should describe what I was told. No creature should have to be given this knowledge. Thing is, I don’t think I could bare keeping it to myself.
Their bodies were everywhere. They simply stood standing, as if they were still alive. Heck, they ARE still alive! Every single Zebra is in a permanent comatose state. Everything, from the most advanced medical magics, to some… less than savory tests… have been done. Nothing’s had any change on them.
Twi said that one of the Pegasi on her research party had found a Zebra missing some rather important body parts. Apparently, there had been an accident at one of their… what do they call them? Circuses? Yeah, an accident at one of their circuses. Apparently, the Zebra had been flung into the air when the ritual was completed, and has landed entirely wrong. Twilight said even medical magic couldn’t fix the damage. Yet, through the whole thing, the Zebra just stood there, bleeding only slightly from the horrific wounds. Like the body was reluctant to give any of itself away to the world.
What happened to us all?
Anyways, I suppose I should report on the project. It’s done. Nero, bless his soul, was right the whole time. I’m still not sure how it works, and nobody else has really been able to grasp it well, but it works all the same. We’ve run tests, and it seems the machines work on both the small and large scales.
We shipped them off to the Crystal Empire. I’m glad that they’re still around. The other Dragons went with them, headed off to the stars. Me? I’m staying here. I’m practically a pony anyways, having been raised by them for most of my life. Rainbow wouldn’t want me to abandon the race that raised me, not now that they need all the friends they can get. And what would Fluttershy think? It’d be cruel to just let them all…
Heh, Pinkie would probably just tell me to go whoever needs the most laughs. I’m not sure the ponies count even more. I’m not sure if they can laugh anymore. Applejack would probably tell me that running from a problem is nothing but lying to yourself about it. What would Rarity tell me? I guess she’d tell me to go where my heart takes me. If I’m honest to myself, I care more about spending my days on Equestria than in some cold spaceship. I doubt I’ve long left, anyways. What would Twilight say?
If only she were still around today, she’d know what to do. She always did.
Dear goddesses I miss her.