Your Human and you: Fight for Freedom

by Kindabrony

Prologue-Prototype Malfunction

“Almost done,” I said as I wiped my brow. A year’s hard work almost complete, “I just need to re-calibrate the output port of the materializer to the second teleporter’s materializer for the digitized matter to re-form the subject identical to its original form...”
I couldn't believe it, I was almost done assembling this baby! I could barely believe it. Despite the lack of technology and tech-comprehension, they were still able to make teleporters in the old world; hell, I thought it was just a pipe dream until now. But the blueprints in the old world building’s data banks was not a dream, but instead a Godsend when my prospectors sent me these files.
At first I thought it was just junk because they were just reports and corrupted files from the business before they belonged to before me; but then I spotted it: behind all those trash files, and reports were the blueprints of a functioning teleporter. From the report, however, from the time they tested it out, it only worked once. Just once. Not what most people call good odds, however, it was all forgotten about when everything went south.
By the look of it, they worked on making a teleporter two year after the Great war started. When the ‘USA’ what was the California Republic and the capital lands were before they split into two different countries, was in a war with a place call China; which I can only assume it was the either the Great Tundra or Eurasia. Reading from this report, it was not until a year before the bombs dropped, they were able to test it out, but that was when ten test subjects entered the picture; for the main purpose of this teleporter was to transport weapons, supplies, and soldiers to the front line, so that they may gain the advantage in battle However they needed to test it out with people, so they found ten volunteers for the experiment. All of them seemed to be part of the military. From cadets to dishonorable discharge from the armed forces, each one teleported one month apart from each other. This happened each time. This failure was only the beginning, some lost major brain functions, the other, however, was not so lucky. The best thing that happened to them was a swift death.
However, there was one from their final test with the teleporter. A veteran soldier. By his bio, he was the only one to go through with the process and live. He just disappeared, only a few seconds later, he came into contact with them via walkie-talkie; but they lost contact with him for three days, only for him to return via three telepads they gave him, in cases of such an occasion. However, when he returned he was worse off, he was covered in blood, his outfit was tattered, he was raving on about talking animals and even human enslavement. But when they looked into his medical record, they simply dismissed his claims, probably because he was a few brick short of a load.
“There! It should be ready for testing… ok, I’m ready on this side,” I told my assistant.
“The materializer is calibrated. The digitizer is up and running and at full power. It’s all set on this side, sir.” my assistant replied, looking up from a panel on the wall.
“Throw in the test sandwich, already,” I told him. My assistant picked up a roasted chicken sandwich off of a plate, placed it on the telepad, closed the door, and shut the safety lock to prevent the matter from scattering. Soon, the materializer digitized the sandwiches' matter and began to turn it into a white ball of energy which started to stretch horizontally. After about ten seconds, it dispersed into nothingness, leaving the indicator light flashing several times.
“Come on, baby...” I thought aloud, hoping that it will succeed and that a year’s work was not wasted. The indicator light continued to flash, as if it was a drumroll, making my assistant's and my own hopes and sorrows peak, as we waited to see if this time our labor would bear fruit, or if it’s just another failure to write down and clean up after. “Bink bink bink….. DING.” Like a light shining from the heavens, soon the second teleporter’s materializer started spewing out the white balls of what was the delicious sandwich, the pieces combined back together reversing the teleportation process.
In mere seconds, the sandwich safely rematerialized and fell back down on the pad. I open teleporter’s door, grabbed the sandwich, and examined it. “It’s all here with no major deformities, growth or change in weight, density, temperature nothing” This was good. In earlier tests, they got toasted. It tasted delicious, but the last thing I want to do is to toast people. I took a bite out of it then threw it back into the teleporter. The same thing happened and it reappeared in the second telepad. My assistant took it out to inspect it as well.
“Everything checks out, sir. Your bite mark still here, no growths or deformities whatsoever.”
Excellent, Outstanding, Good. Just one final test to be performed.
“Ready the final test. I need to do this before I unveil this to the public.” My assistant’s eyes widened, knowing what I planned to do. It was the same with everything I gave my stamp of approval to. After all why would people buy my product if I don’t even use them?
“S-sir, I don’t believe that will be needed. Remember last time?”
months earlier, I had this prototype up and running, and I was cocky. I believed that it was ready so I sent notices to my employees if they wanted to test it for a big bonus. Unfortunately, it was too soon.
The explosion, the smoke, the sound of failure noise seem to have no end. I had many letters to write to grieving families that day.
The incident was still fresh in my mind. The poor bastard was… he didn’t even make it past his first year of employment. Is it smart to test this myself? God knows I don’t wanna be die like that, so I ran several diagnostic tests to look at all the possibilities, to learn that the program that separates DNA and matter from multiple subjects does not mistake the food in his stomach as a separate being… No, it does not. I checked and double checked it. Everything… I thought of all the things that can go wrong… results that would come out negative...
The teleporter is ready for the final test.
“No, I must do it. Not another word.” I said as I climbed into the teleporter.
“I-I understand, sir.” my assistant stuttered as he prepared the teleporter for use on a human test subject: myself. It was a dumb idea, I will be the first to admit that, but it must be done.
“The teleporter’s computer is set… power at 100%, the backup generator is working, you're all set. Initiating startup 3… 2… 1...” Uneasiness was in his voice, but everything he said fell on deaf ears; I hoped this would end well.
I heard a whirring sound. I looked at my hands. The tips of my fingers were white as they got digitized. Soon, it reached my elbow. It was happening! I was getting teleported! It was working-bink bink bi-ZZZRT!
“NONONO! SIR, THE SYSTEMS ARE FAILING! THE TELEPORTER’S UNSTABLE! CAUSE IS UNKNOWN ENERGY INTERFERENCE! GET OUT OF THERE!” He screamed as he tried desperately to stop it from destroying me. But his efforts were in vain. None of the safety protocols is working. This energy couldn’t be identified. Even the protocols for such an event is unable to function.
'NONONONO! I CHECKED AND DOUBLE CHECKED! PLANNED FOR EVERY POSSIBILITY! MADE SURE THAT SOMETHING LIKE THIS WON’T HAPPEN!!!' I was ready or at least I thought I was
“SIR! I CAN’T STOP THE PROCESS!”
“RUN TO SAFETY!” I interrupted.
“BUT SIR…!”
“NO BUTS!!! LEAVE BEFORE IT BLOWS!” I yelled, he didn’t run, instead he came to the door and tried to pry it open. Soon my vision was overwhelmed with white. It looked like I was flying through a wormhole, before feeling myself fall into nothingness...

In the land of Equestria, there was an abandoned castle. Its owner had long since left it to rot out of fear of the Everfree Forest that they once tried to control. It was in fairly good shape… for an old abandoned castle. But nopony came close to it as many rumors of hauntings, deaths, and fear of the Everfree made it feel too dangerous for them.

Princess Luna, the princess of the night and dreams, was busy ridding nightmares from her subjects. It was hardly an issue for her, as she had spent more than 200 years doing so, despite the fact she was over 1300 years old. The more Equestria’s population grew, the more dreams she saw: she has seen many dreams and nightmares of her subjects, from young lover's fear of being rejected by other or a cake the size of Canterlot castle. It was all going well until she felt great sadness, somepony was reliving a traumatic memory. She quickly located the source and enter the nightmare.
Upon entering the dream, she was greeted by what looked like a giant gladiator arena although much more elaborate. There were three levels to it; giant swinging balls raising platforms, cages, and even lava pits. 'what kind of arena is this? It simply too big and complex to be any tournament We know of, and most of it would be unviewable to the spectators'. her thoughts were interrupted by an explosion, screams of pain, and a booming voice,
“Junk Jeep Has been Destroyed, Two Contestants Left”
“Woooooh! show that greenhorn what yer made of, dad!” the voice of a colt rang out with glee. “Why did a stallion bring his colt here Here?! This is no place for a ‘him’!” She knew the first thing to do after she awakes, is to find this colt’s father and give him a taste of the royal canterlot voice, but then she realized this wasn’t merely a dream, it was a memory, 'But How? nothing like this has existed for 1000 of years and even if it did, this does not look like any type of useable arena, how could they see the fight?'
Luna need answers, this was absolutely a memory, if it was a dream she would be able to manipulate it but could not, but what kind of pony has this kind of memory? She then decided to look down. 'WHAT!? A Human!?' she expected to see a colt, not a human cub,
'Bu-But He spoke!' this confuses her even more 'why can this human speak? why was he dreaming why!' then she took a good look around there were no ponies anywhere only humans, fully clothed and acting just like ponies no like the beast they were. she stood there in shock only to be shaking out of it by the same booming voice from before
“SideWinder Has been Destroyed, The Winner Is RoadKill!”
The pack of humans cheer in glee and the human cub was outright bouncing in his seat. Soon, a red metallic thing on wheels poked out of the jungle mess of the arena. Moving in a brisk pace toward the audience, the human cub wave his hand to it and it seemed that the human within it was waving back, Luna looked back at the cub, she never seen a human smile before. BOOM! the cheering pack of human gasp in horror and the cub was shocked his smile quickly fade and panic was in his eyes as he tried to run to the metallic thing, but was grabbed by two bigger humans in suits, “Let Me Go! DAD!!!!!!” he was able to slip past them and ran to the thing with tears in his eyes “No dad you can’t die, yer the best you just can’t!”
“his dad might die we can’t just tear him away,”
“ I don’t care, Get that kid off the field !”
“NOOOOO DAD DON’T DIE!”

A loud gasp broke the tranquility of the night. Princess Luna woke up in a cold sweat from a dream that was simply too surreal to believe, but there was no doubt that it was real. A memory. Twilight rushed into the princess’ room.
“Princess! are you alright!?”
Luna was still trying to gather her thoughts: “Yes!! But we must speak with our sister, I had a vision!” Twilight cocked an eyebrow at this. Luna continued to explain: “Though true, it was...unreal. We just can’t...understand it...”