Disclaimer; I don't own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. It's Hasbro's brainchild, I'm just playing with it for the time being. However, I am willing to cease and desist if they command it. Now no lawyers can come crawling out after me.
Deep within the ruins of an ancient civilization, a single pony stood against a massive army of demons, each of which were heavily armed, some with multiple arms, some with weapons for their heads, all with an odd skin color. Multiple weapons protruded from the stallion's body, his blood flowing down in rivers as he tried to stand. His normally brown coat was stained a deep red, his mane running full of bloody streaks. He thought carefully about what had led up to this point and why he was in such a deplorable position. The demons surrounding him closed in, their beady black eyes squinting in the low light, their weapons glaring off of the low moonlight, closing in on the bleeding and heavily wounded unicorn.
Avery Whooves came home from another horrible and long summer day from work. His grey mane was disheveled with fatigue, his brown coat, glistening with beads of sweat, his 4 point star cutie mark, shining silver in the lamplight. He had to run back to his home because he couldn't afford to ride a pedicab back home. His apartment was quite messy with lots of debris scattered about. He set his saddlebags on the ground, taking a long sigh. He was exhausted from his efforts at his workplace especially his extra hours. He flopped onto his couch, instantly relaxing. He flicked on his TV, and a Daring Do movie popped on.
"How I envy her," he thought. "How she goes on brilliant adventures, and earns fame throughout the planet. The only ponies I know who even come close to such fame are the Elements of Harmony."
He got up from the couch and walked to the bathroom. Looking at the mirror, he reflected upon himself. He began to think about himself, attempting to understand his very soul. He hit the first wall.
"But who am I then?" he asked himself. "I'm simply an average stallion living in this city. This city of thousands, one among thousands. A single brick in a building, used as a tower for the superior to stand upon. In all honesty, I'm no greater than the ants that infest the ground, the worms that writhe in the rain. But, these thoughts of mine, are they like that foal's game? Jenga, was it? Will the single brick be missed, or will the system collapse?"
I think I should get some sleep for now, he thought. After all, he was exhausted. He could barely move. He would pursue this philosophy tomorrow.
The next day, he awoke from his slumber and left for work. He got his morning coffee, and ate a few donuts as he left for work. As he arrived in his workplace, he saw a butterfly. A butterfly, works for his food everyday, flies cumulative miles upon miles, never complains, and yet he is set so lowly. How odd. Perhaps this philosophy of mine is not so stupid after all. Perhaps I shall continue to pursue it. As he continued, and as night began to fall, he saw a light in the distance, How big it looks, but... isn't that light coming from the Statue? That's a few hundred miles from the shoreline itself. I'm miles from the shoreline. It would be impossible to reach that place from here without a vehicle. He'd drown before he got close even.
Speaking of which, doesn't it seem that way? Stars. The peoples of this world, they put their goals up high, in hopes of reaching them. But... What happens when they age? They leave their dreams and goals where they were, and pay them no mind. They live only for their job, shedding the traces of imagination and other things that they once possessed. The dreams are crushed under the brutal weight of the future, and the world slows down. The world is peaceful, but inefficient. Many children have the will to do what they wish, but feel they need to be older to do so. However, their dreams become crushed as soon as they grow old. They stand at the bottom, unimportant, unethical, unwanted. Only those who are destined to do so achieve their dreams. Can one truly fight off their fate? Or is it by will of God. Are we pulled by strings? Are we puppets to God's will, or can we bend our fate like the breeze bends the reeds.
He left his desk, walked into his boss's office and asked his boss if he could take a vacation. His reason? He wanted to visit his parents. His boss allowed him to do so, on account of filing the rest of the shipping reports in advance for the next week. In exchange, he would only have a week to visit his parents. This was not the perfect amount of time he wished for, but it would have to do. After all, inspiration is like opportunity. It is fleeting and waits for no one. What you get is what you have.
Still, he didn't argue, accepted the chance, and left his boss's office. He began to work at an extreme pace, finishing his reports in the brief hours remaining in his time frame. Sure they might not be perfect then, but at least they were relatively accurate. By the end of his shifts, he had earned his week-long excursion. He ran off to the bank and scraped together some bits.
"Now where should I start?" he questioned. Then he had it. His old home in Trottingham would do quite nicely. He ran off to the train station and bought a ticket to Trottingham.
His mind was abuzz with new thoughts and realizations. He jumped aboard the train, with his new realizations firmly in mind. I must get back my dreams. I must return to the time when I was still a foal. I'll achieve my dreams, and shoot down the stars, to light the way of my descendants. A step on the stairway to heaven. This time around... No holds barred! I'll do anything in my power to light the way! he thought.
These days I can't focus and my eyes cry blood. I need help. Not medical help mind you, I mean editorial help.
Fascinating picture for this story. Bhaskara's Wheel, no?
2621418 Yes I know. It's supposed to be a perpetual motion machine that runs on centrifugal force and gravity.
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It failed because of gravity and friction. It was a good idea, but ultimately doomed to failure. However, if you use strategically placed electromagnets and kinetic technology, as well as some basic electron excitation with a coil and a magnet, it could very well work.
2730466 Except it might turn out to be endothermic. In the event the electromagnets take up to much energy, it might end up not being self supporting. Besides, common generators of today are quite inefficient and produce waste heat.
Which is bad. I still prefer the void generator.
In effect, it extracts power from virtual particles. Effectively making energy from "nothing".
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...I really like you now.
2742338 Is that in a weird way, or in a friendly way? Also, what make you like me?
2742576Friendly.
No-homo. And perpetual motion, the various and the potential for energy from it is something I've been studying a for awhile now.
2742330 This post really surprised me, I don't often see something like that. I might even go so far as to say it... impressed me. Scientifically, see? I am an amateur scientist of some small repute, as well as a garage inventor. I am currently working on a design for a new vehicle, the power plant for which, if I am correct, will either revolutionize or provide one hell of a jump (no pun intended) to a revolution in energy production. I've been working on it since I was twelve. Bhaskara's Wheel was one of the first things I looked at. The schematic is already complete; I'm simply looking for funding now. I ought to be able to unveil it in perhaps a year, perhaps two, three at most.
Sorry. I don't mean to rant. It's just I'm rather excited to be conversing with someone who appears to be quite intelligent, something (not meaning to sound arrogant, but I may not be able to help) I've not been able to do for quite some time.
2742809 Me? I'm just a loser of a 12 year old. I've been planning on becoming a garage inventor for a long long time, but everytime I try, I just give up before I start.
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You'll never accomplish your dreams if you just give up. Giving up has quashed more dreams and goals than failure ever has.
Take Thomas Edison for example. I hate using him as an example, as he was little more than a thief, (but he actually was more than just a thief), but he is an accurate example.
He tried and failed a thousand times to make a successful light bulb. The number is not quite accurate and he really just built on the idea and made it workable and marketable, but still! He knew it could work, and he kept at it until it fit. Did you know that there is an old, old light bulb that has burned continuously for over a hundred years? Guess who made it? No, really, guess. That's right. Thomas Edison. What would have happened if he'd just given up?
2742892 We'd all be in the dark. I see. Thank you. I'll try again. Hopefully this time, I won't give up. Who knows, maybe I'll make a void generator, and find a reasonable source of negative matter.
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I'll shut up after this bit here, I swear. I'm taking up valuable comment space for your future readers, but I'm really just too lazy to use private messages. Now, to the bit!
Negative matter... Anti-matter? And finally, "Holy Shit, did you submit the story?!"
2742922 Yes. Is there a problem? Also about negative matter. It has been put to scientific theorem that an area can indeed have negative mass. In this event, antigravity is generated. This effect causes negative matter to be incredibly valuable in the creation of a space-time engine. You see, if you create a machine capable of warping space time, you can make something go faster than the speed of light without breaking the universal speed law. So negative energy is very important for someone whose lifelong dream is to make reality into their molding clay.
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No, not a real big problem. You've just not corrected some parts of the passage. For example:
As he arrived in his workplace, he saw a butterfly. A butterfly, works for his food everyday, flies cumulative miles upon miles, never complains, and yet he is set so lowly. How odd. Perhaps this philosophy of mine is not so stupid after all. Perhaps I shall continue to pursue it.
You've still not italicized the above thought, nor the one below:
How big it looks, but... isn't that light coming from the Statue? That's a few hundred miles from the shoreline itself. I'm miles from the shoreline. It would be impossible to reach that place from here without a vehicle.
"I think I should get some sleep for now," The quotation marks ("") should be removed.
I'll do anything in his power to light the way! Only one error here. It should be "I'll do anything in "my" power", not "his".
Other than that, it's all good.
2742997 Fixed. Arigato!