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// Monologue : The Last Human 
// Story: The Conversion Bureau - The Last Human 
// by Maxis122 
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~The Conversion Bureau - The Last Human~
~By Maxis122~


Its funny, how through these last few years my life has changed. I used to work, love and play. But right now I have none of these things. I have nobody to work for, nobody to play with and nobody to love. There is nobody left.

There is nothing wrong with this, I accept that I had the chance to be with others. But I got scared, you know. It’s that moment when you queue up for the conversion, but you just cannot do it. A part of you just wants to stay. The part that makes you human.

I couldn’t stop thinking about if it was going to hurt, was I going to remember everything. Was this the end of everything that I knew of? I could just be a sheep and follow the others into the bright new future. But I am different, I am not a sheep.

When I look back on it all, I should have stayed and changed. My life would have been much better. I would have someone to talk to, someone to play with and maybe - someone to love. I take time to think about what I would be if I followed in - who would I be?

Fear was the thing that drove me away and now it is no longer within me. I get to live off my own rules, no government. No police or people to annoy you. Just me and my freedom. Every now and again though I feel like they come back and watch over me.

Some of them might wish they could come back and live my life, a life with no boundaries. No expectations and no work. Just living off what you can find and making it count. Every now and again I can go off to someplace and fire a few rounds from the weapons that I found.

I can truthfully say that I had never used a weapon before this all. I still have some practise until I will master these things but I could never bring myself to use them on other things. Even the wildlife deserves to be at peace now.

The city that I live in is now a ghost town, nothing but myself to roam the streets. It feels like it is one of those zombie movies, like 28 Days later. But the difference is that this is real, and there are no zombies - luckily. 

The plants are beginning to take the land back now as the people have left. All that remains is the buildings and some of the cars that were left behind. Apart from that there is some newspapers flying around and some rotting foods on the floor. 

The last newspaper to be printed,  to what I know, was saying that a full conversion was going to take place. Everyone had the choice but the other one was advertised to be a lot better. I had the choice, but now I have nothing. Nothing but myself.

Apart from the normal wildlife there is the occasional scouting of some pegasi who are looking over the land that they once lived in, knowing that they can never go back. I have only been seen once by a pegasi, that moment stuck with me for a while.

They came down and asked me how I was still here. I simply said that I didn’t want to change and that I didn’t want to go to Equestria. The pegasus then told me the news that I never wanted to hear - “You are the last one then”. I was the last human, just me and then there were the ponies.

It is a uneasy feeling that I know that I am the last one of my species, which used to be eight billion strong. But now that number is one, just me. It makes me feel special but at the same time cornered. Knowing that when I die that will be the last human ever to live on this planet.

It used to be our planet, we used to live in harmony. But then we were running out of resources. We needed a better plan, then there was Equestria. It had everything we needed, everything we wanted. 

Then the Conversion Bureau opened and people started to go in, and then come out as ponies. They said it was great, but I kept my distance. Then when the masses began to pile in, the force field got bigger and bigger. Everyone saw this as a new life, a new start.

But I thought that life was fine as it was, I was happy. Then she changed, she said I should do it too. It was then when I just said “I don’t know you anymore”. I broke two hearts in that moment, and I will regret it for the rest of my life. She was everything, then I just gave it all away.

That was the day that it all happened - the mass conversion. I had hope in which I could apologise, make it all better and start a new slate. But then we get back to the beginning, I couldn’t do it. I was scared, so very scared.

Maybe one day they will come for me and give me another chance, or they might just change me by force. So then they could have gotten rid of the problem - me. That was their goal all along, it was not to get rid of the humans, it was to get rid of hate.

And humans had most of it, so when they had the chance they used this chance. And it worked, hate is now something that not even I have. I do not hate, but I still hurt. I had to check if I could still hurt, I found some glass and sliced my hand. I focused on the pain and remembered what our world used to be like.

One day I will die and the human race will die with me. I am the last human, I am not a beacon of hope - neither am I a catalyst of destruction. I am but a human who lives his normal life and lives it to its full potential. But in the end it's not the end, it's the beginning of something bigger and more beautiful than the humans could ever be.

If anyone is still like me, living it out as a human. Then they should know that one day it is all going to end. Because everything comes to an end, the good and the bad. I may fear the day when I draw my last breath, but in the end its all just life taking its final destination. As one great person told me “Life is not about the destination, it’s about the journey”.


I suppose the ponies will rejoice when I die, because I will mark the end of their mission. But that is only one way of thinking about it. They might sorrow, as the last of human kind died. I had the future in my hands, I was going to make it the best years of the human race. But I was too late, the ponies had beat me to it.

So this is a way of saying that even though I failed, I passed. Because I stood up for what I believed in, I am the last human. And I’m glad to still be alive, because one day they will see me and see how even in the end, it is just the beginning. One day it will happen... one day...