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If there is anything the nonconformist hates worse than a conformist, it's another nonconformist who doesn't conform to the prevailing standard of nonconformity.

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experiment with time magic

okay, must be something sinister. Starting reading from the end.

And then it all ended.

right. :twilightangry2:

The magical wind steadily built up until it was practically a typhoon, tossing books and looseleaf paper haphazardly about the room. Trixie ducked with a barely restrained yelp as an encyclopedia whizzed by her head.

Ah yes, libraries. The most optimal place to practice hurricane spells of all colors.

"I still can't get over how big it is..." Starlight murmured from where she walked directly behind Trixie.

"Hey!" Trixie exclaimed with a scrunched up nose. She turned around to glare at Starlight. "Trixie does not appreciate that sort of—oh, you meant the sun."


"Hey Starlight! Trixie can totally hear somepony singing!"

Rip Starlight's ego.

"I need you to fetch the Twilight and the rest of the Elements."

Starlight refers to her friends as objects now, hmm?

Ouch, that ending. This was wonderful.


Simply magnificent.

~Skeeter The Lurker

You wanted to read the end, so you got the end. Mission accomplished?

8611357 No, because then I read the beginning, as usual.
It's a tragic story and not marked so, meaning it's a trick story. Which is expected, there are a lot of these currently.

8611387 It sure is sad, but I wouldn't call it tragic. A tragedy is where the protagonist fails, or doesn't accomplish their goals. Starlight and Trixie not only made it home, but they made future Twilight's life- a life she herself said had been well-lived- brighter at the end. They survived, succeeded and even surpassed what they needed to do.

And anyway, it says in the description it was for a Writeoff called Here at the End of All Things. That's a plenty good "might not be a happy story" warning to me.

I didn't think it was all that tragic. Where's the tragedy in living a long happy life?
That's like saying the universe is a tragedy because everything in the universe has an end.

What Twilight says or feels then, doesn't matter, that's but a moment of emotion. If they managed to do it, fine, but they did a very minor thing.
Preventing that big thing is what they, and Twilight, should be worried about.
If that can't be avoided, constantly unwinding time (and arranging next generations of ponies to keep doing it) might buy them any time they need

As soon as Starlight started looking around the room instead of celebrating I figured out what she was planning. 10/10
This reminds me of something i'd just start randomly thinking aboout while pacing in my room and making myself cry with.
Except this is a story I can read and remember. This is definately going on my user page favourites list.

edit: Now if only you could give mother of invention an ending like that.

You understand
Mechanical hands
Are the ruler of everything.


Ruler of everything.


I'm the ruler of everything
In the end.

That was a really wonderful read, Zap. Not only did it tug at all of the right heartstrings but I thought your Starlight and Trixie were 100% spot-on.

Say! Let's play with time! -every guy who almost destroyed the universe ever


There was no green. Not even a blade of grass stood to be seen between her and the horizon. The sky was dull and red, and random gray clouds were scattered sparsely through the atmosphere. It was then that Trixie saw the sun, and if she'd been breathing before, she stopped then. The sun was massive. Easily several times its usual size, and glowing a deep and foreboding red, like a bloody wound in an already blood-stained sky.

I swear if this happens to be a Breath of the Wild reference.

"I'm sorry, Starlight. The spell can't be stopped."

And then she figured that tile plan in mere seconds after hearing this. Starlight has always been a smart girl.

In the end it's really tragic that ponies had never went >= Kardashev II in all that time and now have to perish like that.

That was amazing! Great characterization of Glimmy and Trixie! Sweet ending! Loved it!!!

This story is criminally underserved. This needs to be read more as an excellent starlight story. Thank you and keep up the great work.

Damn it didn’t know there was a hidden sad tag somewhere!

Why you do this?

They are lucky there was still oxygen available to be breathed rather than chemically bound into the rocks.


I think the scenario was the dead of their universe, not just the Sun. After all no amount of development can overcome the inherent entropy of the universe as far we know.


That's why I asked for Kardashev II :twilightsmile:
Judging from the final firework, the Sun still had a lot of juice (and only a tiny fraction of it's output had been used in a first place). So removing significant part of Sun's mass by starlifting to prevent it from blowing up and extend it's life by a couple orders of magnitude sounds like a good idea (and, of course, very impressive Kardashev II feat).

My first true friends... I can't remember them."

Poor Moondancer.

And then it all ended.

Reminds me a bit of the end of Arthur Clarke's 9 Billion Names of God:

“Look,” whispered Chuck, and George lifted his eyes to heaven. (There is always a last time for everything.)
Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.


So removing significant part of Sun's mass by starlifting to prevent it from blowing up and extend it's life by a couple orders of magnitude sounds like a good idea (and, of course, very impressive Kardashev II feat).

So Celestia needs to go on a diet then? Got it...

"Haukkkt!" She coughed again through the taste of ancient dust. "Celestia damn this place!"

Too late, she already has :trollestia:

But is that not true?
That there, within the universe, are countless tragedies?
We can only hope that ours are as poetics as this one.

(Seriously though, this story really isn't a Tragedy)

I didn't read it yet, But, knowing the secon law of thermodynamics (Entropy tends always to go up), it got me thinking...
If you travel to the past, you are reversing the time, and therefore reducing entrophy. The entrhopy of the universe, though, will increase, because now there are two yous in history, using energy and increasing enthropy. Therefore, Time travel does not reduce entropy, you just "go" to a place where you can create nore enthopy. This accelerates the heat death.
Also, if you know the universe is near an end (imagine the last civilization, living around a white dwarf, knowing that it's energy is slowly decreasing, and than in some years they will be all dead, and billions of years after, the last Black hole will desintegrate) in that scenario, thanks to the self preservation instinct, they would tend to travel to the past, but that just makes the universe's life shorter, making them travel even more in the past.

This means, either time travel is not possible, because if it was, the universe would be already dead, or it's possible, but never used, to preserve the universe's life. Sorry Sci-Fi fans.

That ending...I almost forgot just how far and/or back you have to think when dealing with time travel and chronophysics in general

Somehow I feel this video is relavent to the story

I like the idea of Twilight being the last pony. What an ending!


Or it simply hasn't happened in this galaxy at that level. I mean there is a "you can't get there from here" phenomenon going on right now that essentially makes it impossible to ever get to galaxies outside the closest few. Assuming the "can't travel faster than the speed of light" thing is still in-force then it may simply mean that time travelers have a limit to how much of the universe they can really foul up.

hm, that actually makes sense!
of course, it wouldn't be the kind of time travel we want, but ñeh, close enough.


Twilight continued, "There was no great cataclysm, no apocalypse or final war that ended all life. In truth, Equestria prospered and thrived for eons." A slow sigh left ancient lips. "But nothing lasts forever. Time ends all things, ponies, civilization, life as we know it... even alicorns."

Reminds me of The Last Question

"Ask Multivac."

"You ask Multivac. I dare you. Five dollars says it can't be done."

Adell was just drunk enough to try, just sober enough to be able to phrase the necessary symbols and operations into a question which, in words, might have corresponded to this: Will mankind one day without the net expenditure of energy be able to restore the sun to its full youthfulness even after it had died of old age?

Or maybe it could be put more simply like this: How can the net amount of entropy of the universe be massively decreased?

Multivac fell dead and silent. The slow flashing of lights ceased, the distant sounds of clicking relays ended.

Then, just as the frightened technicians felt they could hold their breath no longer, there was a sudden springing to life of the teletype attached to that portion of Multivac. Five words were printed: INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER.


Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.

Man said, "AC, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"


Man's last mind fused and only AC existed -- and that in hyperspace.

Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even AC existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to AC far less than was a man to Man.

All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, AC might not release his consciousness.

All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.

But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.

A timeless interval was spent in doing that.

And it came to pass that AC learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.

But there was now no man to whom AC might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.

For another timeless interval, AC thought how best to do this. Carefully, AC organized the program.

The consciousness of AC encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.


And there was light----

Beautiful stuff, though I too find it sad that ponies never made it out of their planetary cradle. Still, great pacing and emotion. I especially like the bit with Trixie's sense of the lay of the land. Always nice to see people acknowledge that there’s more to her than just Starlight's even more irresponsible foil.

Thank you for this.

I recognized you as a fellow Jurist, zaponator, and gave this story a read. FANTASTIC! Excellent brevity, characters true to form, yet true to the demands of dramedy and pacing! :moustache:

Hey, it totally wasn't their fault this time! :derpytongue2:
They just happened to be in the viscinity when the sun went supernova, you cant prove anything! :pinkiecrazy:


Beautiful stuff, though I too find it sad that ponies never made it out of their planetary cradle.

Agreed, though i noticed Twilight said Equestria prospered for eons, and the ponyville and Canterlot ruins were still recognizable, so perhaps ponykind quickly did colonize the stars while the patriots of them stayed with the sentimental Alicorns as they tended to the planet and its places as massive swaths of National Park or a whole Sacred Garden World or Planetary Museum Exhibit "The Cradle Of Harmony" with the alicorns as its curators. Or maybe all of the above, with the planet later reshaped to match old memories during the Empire's fading days.

Alternately, their universe really is as small as the eye can see, having originally been an artificially constrained highly magic dense personal pocket dimension retreat for some creator entity this entire time.

There was a cancelled story i read once that was all about a scientist self-insert discovering the many ways Equus was similar in its physics yet different in its parameters, with lots of drama when he communicated the distance of a single light year to the ponies only for them to explain that it was longer than their universe was wide.

"You mean to tell Trixie that we're defying Twilight Sparkle?!" She hopped in place, giggling. "Well, why didn't you say so! Trixie is now very interested."

Don't ever change, Trixie. :rainbowlaugh:

One slightly larger stone stood out, surrounded by an unusual amount of rocky chunks. It was only after staring for 30 seconds that Trixie realized that it was where a statue of Celestia was supposed to stand tall and proud in the town center.

Do I need to get a Planet of the Apes reference ready? :trollestia:

In all seriousness though, this was a beautiful story. :pinkiehappy: We might need to keep the site handyman at the ready, because I'm going to hit the fave button so hard here in a second...

One unsolved question is who Twilight was expecting to see on Equestria’s last day.

Was it Cadance who is of a similar age? The alicorn Faust who was present at the beginning?

My guess is Mort, the Pony of Death from the great, influential, but sadly unfinished story Mort Takes a Holiday.

No need to guess, the answer is right here.

Cadance and I, we were young by comparison. We ruled this land on our own until the last of its resources had been consumed, until the last denizens of this world had passed away."

Twilight's voice had remained calm and cool, but suddenly it took on a shakier tone. "I… I had hoped that she would find me one last time, here at the end of all things, but it would seem that she too… s-succumbed, like everything else."


It is criminal that this story had so long languished in my Read-it-Later.

This was amazing in so many ways, fantastic job!

Heartbreaking and beautiful in equal measure. Bravo!!

Twilight chuckled. "Don't be, my little pony. I'm certainly not. It's been eons since I've been able to give a lecture."


Edit: I cried at the end-

I think the case is "Hasn't been happening." Or something. Tenses get weird when time travelling.

Oh much longer than billions. The evaporation time for the supermassive black holes is on the order of 10 raised to the 107th power seconds, or around a googol years, and as galaxies within a cluster coalesce, they will actually gain enough mass to bump that up a few order of magnitude.

While well-written, I've never been too fond of this sort of premise. Besides the questions brought up by that sort of immortality, there is the old 'Sci-fi writers have no sense of scale' trope... but that's a whole Astronomy lecture.

Damn it, I wasn’t expecting to cry today.

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