Utopia

His name is Goldenrod. A typical buisness stallion, like everypony else, in Utopia. He kissed his wife goodbye and started to the car. Like everyday. But something inturrupted him, a crazed mare grabbbed him and shook him vigorously. "It's all fake!" She exclaimed. "Everything is fake! Everything we know!" She had a crazed look in her eyes, for fear of himself, he pushed her away. "Get away from me you crazy pony!" exclaimed Goldenrod. She looked offended, and looked up as the windspeed picked up, a HUT HUT HUT sound started in the distance, drawing closer, her eyes widened. "No!" Shouted the crazed mare "I WON'T BE RECONDITIONED!" She was now freaking out. Goldenrod looked up to see what she was seeing.

What he saw blew his own mind into the space above. A helicopter floated above, as a rope slid from the side door, a score of five stallions slid down. Surrounding the mare "NO!!!" She shouted "PLEASE! I DON'T WANNA B-" One of the soldier stallions whacked her with a night stick, and she fell. Goldenrod  looked frightfully at this horrifieing display of events. One of the stallions turned to him, and walked close. "You didn't see a thing, did you?" Goldenrod didn't know what to say, he was frozen in fear. "WELL??" Asked the frustrated soldier stallion. "N-no s-sir" said Goldenrod shakily. "Good" said the stallion, hitting him across the face with a baton. Leaving a nasty bruise. "Carry on" the little squad of stallions went back up, and the helicopter flew away.

Goldenrod was shaken as he drove to work, his thoughts on the mare he saw. "What if she was right?" He thought aloud. "Is everything we know fake?" His mind was scrambling.  "What does... 'recondition' mean?" He began to sweat, but did his best to brush it off, focusing on work. "Okay, that term papaer is due today." He rambled. He brought his car to a stop, and looked up at the giant looming buisness building. "Yes.. okay... work... good.." he huffed. He stepped out of his car, and started to walk into the building.

As he entered his place of work he walked shakily into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, observing his briuse. It was large, quite large, how was he going to explain this to his boss? "Oh boy, this is gonna be a story to tell....." he rubbed his cheek, then looked at himself completely, his golden mane glimmering in the light, and his yellow coat looked good, which soothed him a bit. "Okay.... everything that happened is behind and i can foucus..." He exited the bathroom continued down a corridor of office cubicles. His manager stopped him about twenty feet from his own. "What happened to you, Gold.." he asked concerningly. "N-nothing, sir...." he excused. His boss looked at him, confused, and started to ask questions, like "are you hiding something? Did someone hit you? they could be arrested!" he exclaimed. "No, sir" he continued on, and his boss walked away, and he walked more to his office.

The electric sign flicked on in the hall, and he stared at it, waiting for the messeage to burst forth, the image of the princess Twilight appeared. "Hello my Utopian citizens! Today is a brand new day for all of you to work hard and play harder! and remmeber, the world outside the city is dangerous, never EVER appempt to leave." The sign flicked off, and Goldenrod walking into his office, sighing with relief. "Work at last." He entered his office, and work began.