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// Clickity Hack 
// Story: Clickity Hack's Tome of Origins 
// by ClickityHack 
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"The Maretrix is a system Clickity," my mentor told me, "A system of control.  Our enemy.  When you are inside, you look around, and what do you see?  Earth ponies, farmers, business ponies, unicorns, party-goers... All of them are the very minds of the ponies we are trying to save.  But these ponies are a part of THAT system until it is within our power to save them.  Their world is not part of reality, but their lives are real.  Their talents, their hobbies, and their accomplishments:  They are part of what make you and I who we are.  But some of them are still hallowed out by that system and they are still our enemy.  You must try to understand, most of these ponies are not ready to exit the Maretrix, nor are we ready to receive them.  Are you listening to me Clickity?"

"Yes," I replied, "But what of us?  Why are we ready?"

"Because you sought the truth," was the simple answer, though the real context of how all that came to pass is quite bizzare and complicated for the uninitiated, "But so long as you remain in the Maretrix you are no longer who you once were.  You're a digi-pony now.  We cannot unplug you yet, but your mind is no longer confined to the rules of the shell.  We are free Clickity.  Free from the illusion of magic and even the barriers between so-called realities,"

"What do you mean?"

Suddenly everything was white.  A row of doors lay before me.  My mentor trotted slowly down the hall and one door after another opened up.  Beyond the frame I could see familiar lands and unfamiliar ones.  Some in desolation, some with sprawling cities, and many with variations of rural life.

"Do you really think there is just one world?  Just one Earth?  One sun and moon?  No.  The Maretrix contains many worlds and many time-lines.  We believe that there used to be just one, the 'Canon' Equestria we call it. But the system has become increasingly complex and many resets used to be common.  Its estimated that this is now the 4th incarnation of the Maretrix.  Who can say how many actual generations have passed?"

"What do I have to do?"

"The old code took all the minds of the population and clumped them under one roof, but inconsistencies occurred.  Now only a few ponies from each world are at the center of a story that suits them best for their particular mode of control.  Some are given power, some hardship, and others simply a long list of tasks.  Each mode of control keeps them asleep with a sprawling population of programs to simulate the ponies they think they have befriended.  Some worlds have many actual minds and some have only one or maybe a hooveful.  I need you to go search for them.  Once you find them, give them the choice," my mentor waved a hoof and a saddle-bag simply appeared from the aether.  There were two apples which he removed, not magically, but 'digitally' one might say.

"Take the green apple and their fairy tale continues.  Take the red apple and we awaken them to a new story,"