Equestria, a magical land of Ponies, Griffins, Minotaurs, Diamond Dogs, Zebras, Changelings, and a whole host of other exotic creatures. But deep within the barren expanse of the Badlands there lies a strange temple. One that was only recently discovered as a result of an expedition to find the hive of the traitor Chrysalis. A strange construct of metal and stone, peaking out of the side of a small mountain.
When it was determined not to be the location of the hive, the explorers continued on, but not before noting its location for future expeditions on a map, taking note of the large door made of an unknown metal.
It was not until a few years later that an expedition was made to this site, and once again, Equestria was changed forever.
START REPORT. Date: MARCH 15, 37<TIME STAMP ERROR>73. Diagnosis: MINOR DECAY detected in TERTIARY PROCESSOR BANKS. MINOR VIBRATION detected in TURBINES 1, 3, and 7. DUST has accumulated in the FOOD COURT. Errors detected in SECONDARY DIAGNOSIS SUBSYSTEM. END REPORT.
The recipient of this spent a picosecond looking the report over, before activating the maintenance bots in the tertiary processor banks and the ones assigned to turbines 1, 3, and 7. After another few picoseconds of consideration, decided against activating the sweepers in the food court. No one was using it anyway, and it wouldn’t really start to bug him for a while yet. Why waste power on something that doesn’t matter yet?
Turning his attention toward the security feeds, a flicker of amusement trickled through him as he watched the slow moving, egg shaped maintenance bots open up and a multitude of small tools folded out, getting to work replacing the decaying circuitry with freshly made ones. Shifting his focus to the turbines, he closed the valves leading to turbine 1, letting it spin down for maintenance.
Mentally frowning as the power output dropped, he none the less understood that if even one of the turbines came loose, it could easily create a domino effect as the shrapnel from the destroyed blade could theoretically pierce the casing, entering one of its neighbors, shredding that one, and so on. It had happened once before, although thankfully only turbines 4 and 5 were damaged.
Turning his attention away from the deconstruction and reconstruction of the turbine’s bearings, he began cycling through other security feeds, until reaching one that wasn’t transmitting.
Sadness filled his being as he recalled how this was the one area of his home that he couldn’t reach. The entrance, and exit for this silent technological tomb.
Turning his attention over to the garden, he activated the gardener bot, to make sure that the tombstone was clean. It wouldn’t do to have his father’s grave become dirty now would it?
Looking through the eyes of the slender caretaker, he slowly rolled it along the path in the small field of flowers surrounding the etched titanium-alloy plate, gently watering them with the precise amount of water as it went.
Upon reaching the plate, he had the gardener’s arm extend and trace what was written there, before having it turn around and return to its spot next to the door.
‘I won’t forget my promise to you father,’ he thought to himself as he returned to his vigil over the facility ‘I won’t ever forget it…’