Saphrim goes to Equestria

You groaned as you opened your eyes. Thankfully it was night, so your eyes wouldn't be blasted by the suns annoying radiation. That's assuming that wherever you are had a sun at all. No one really knows what happened to those scientists who were unlucky enough to have to test out what happens inside a rift.

Ok, so your ocular senses are working, lets see...you smell trees. Great your olfactory system is working. But where could you be if you smell trees. So far your eyes had be less than useless at determining your location, as all you could see was a starry sky and some tree branches that looked...off. You attempt to roll onto your stomach...success, at least your nervous system is still functioning somewhat. Wonderful, now all you see is dirt. You attempt to push yourself off the ground but stop when you get a look at your hand. In your dazed state earlier you couldn't think of why the trees seemed off. Well, now you know why they seemed off.

You look at your hand in shock, it looked like someone had removed bits of the light spectrum. Seriously your hand looked like a fucking cartoon drawing. Shaking off your shock you put your mind back to the task at hand, ignoring the obviously off colour palette. Standing up you see more cartoon trees. Great. You have a few theories as to where you are. One, you are in a coma, unable to be awoken as you are floating through deep space. Two, as you hit the Rift Field your ships primitive fusion drive cores over reacted and propelled you beyond the observable universe. Three, you are in some kind of pocket dimension, caused by the Rift Field interacting with your spatial and temporal manipulators. Or you could just be dead and this is some kind of fucked up afterlife. None of those options really appeal to you.

Enough of that, if you were here you might as well take stock of your items. You looked around and saw a crater with your smouldering ship resting within. Your hull is undamaged entirely, the stuff it was made of was damn near indestructible. Your windows are less lucky. Bits of shattered glass laid strewn about the ‘crash’ sight. You sigh and make your way towards the wreck of your once beautiful ship. Upon closer inspection you see that one of your ships windows was level with the ground. Decision made, your going in through what remains of your frontal viewing screen.

Once inside you assess the damage. Overall, it's not that bad. Sure some pieces of your control panel were missing, but other than that your prized possession was in one piece. A smile appears on your face. At least the situation isn't completely bleak.

A hazard symbol appears on a wall to the left. Curious, you head over to investigate the mysterious unknown hazard. Huh, apparently the ships drives did overheat. Your smile disappears. Your ships entire internal structure was vaporised. The only things you could possibly salvage from your ship remains is the miniature fusion cores, small enough to clip onto your belt, and the Titanium-meta carbon hull plating. Oh, you almost forgot about your antique.

Turning around you make your way to a metal case. Opening it up returns your smile with renewed vigour. Inside was an ancient weapon, still very affective though. It had a shiny silver handle and that was it. You picked up the handle and a blue holographic display appeared. On it, it displayed any useful information about the weapon within your hands. Pulling the trigger, once one of the options on the display was selected, caused pieces of metal to appear around the handle. The floating chunks of metal moved through the air, constructing the desired weapon. Eventually the pieces settled into place and solidified.

You were grinning ear-to-ear now. You waved your tool of death around a bit, satisfied that it wasn't going to fall apart. You spoke to soon, however, as the device fell apart, it's parts colliding with the floor, making metallic clanging sounds. At the same time the handle flashed red and a small canister fell out from it.

Picking it up you realised what the problem was. It was out of power. Oh well, all it needs is water. Clipping the hydrogen cell to your belt, you stood up and began to salvage whatever you could from your hollow ship. You managed to reclaim nine fusion cores(too big for your device of destruction) and the device of destruction itself, which you collected and put away in its case. Further investigating revealed nothing else worth taking, so you returned to the outside of your craft.

Once outside you set about figuring a way of collecting your hull plating, it being much too valuable to leave behind. Each time you came up blank, the alloy was too strong to cut and too dense to be able to move it without heavy machinery.

Suddenly it came to you. You groaned at how stupid you had been to forget about them. To be fair though you haven't used them in nearly a millennia. Trying to connect to the implanted computers in your body, the ones that you hadn't even thought about in years.

Success, you were able to rejoin with your nano-hives. You had several of them placed throughout your body. In your chest, in your hands, in your feet and in your brain. A quick scan revealed that you did indeed have a few thousand Nanites stored within your central chest hive. You were slightly disappointed at how little you had, but you weren't all that surprised. They were fairly old tech.

Deciding that you didn't have enough at the moment to spare for scanning, you sent all of them throughout your body via your bloodstream. Re-infusing with them hurt. ALOT! It would be well worth the pain though. Once you had fully infused with the Nanites a display appeared within your eyes, displaying all useful and necessary information you may need while operating your Nanites.

Feeling slightly giddy from the infusion process you returned to the task at hand. Removing the hull plating from your ship. Now that you thought about it, why didn't you just take the entire ship? Just break it down to its basic elements and store it in a space-time pocket. Yes that seemed like the best course of action.

Sending a mental command to one of the hives in your hands you began the process of controlling a collection of tiny Quantum machines. It was difficult at first, but you eventually managed to gain basic control of the cloud of light blue particles. You sent them on their way towards your ship. Once they made you had another problem. How were you supposed to get them to disassemble the vessel.

Another quick search provided the information you needed, and you began destroying the vehicle. It became even more difficult to control the Nanites as you had to move them, get them to break down the ship, and get them to transport it back to the hive in your hand.

You soon came across another complication. You had to form a space-time pocket to store all of this mass. With a large amount of exertion you managed to form one. You got your hive to control it, as it would have taken up too much of your mental power to keep it stabilised. You shudder at the thought of you being crushed from the inside because you got sucked into a tiny hole in the space-time field.

You finished off the last of your once mighty ship and stored the last of the materials in your pocket of reality. You then recalled all of your Nanites back into your hands, the machines passing through your skin harmlessly.

You fall onto your knees, controlling the Hives taking more of a mental toll on you than you expected. You will have retrain yourself in the art of Nanites. Regaining your mental fortitude again you rise from your knees and go through the list of materials you just acquired. Hmm, you had approximately 300 tonnes of stainless steel, 250 tonnes of copper, 250 tonnes of carbon fibre and 600 tonnes of Titanium-Meta carbon alloy. That last one can't be right. 600 tonnes there would have to be-

You smack yourself in the face. Of course it would be heavier than the other materials, its nearly four times denser than gold. After you've finished with your brief moment of stupidity, you start thinking of what you could do with all of that metal. You have one idea that would be extremely helpful should anything in this forest be hostile. With that thought in mind you send out a mental command to send some of the Titanium-Meta carbon into your bones. What you weren't expecting was the pain it caused.

It felt like the inside of your bones were on fire, and with what was happening you wouldn't be surprised if that was actually occurring. You rolled around on the cartoonish dirt and gritted your teeth in agony. You didn't want to scream, less you attract some forest dwelling predator. After what felt like hours but was only a few minutes in reality, the pain stopped. You laid there on the forest floor, panting from the pain you had just experienced first hand.

After a couple of minutes of you just lying on the floor whimpering quietly, you finally gather the willpower to stand up once more. Still feeling drained you decide to eat some tree leaves, your Nanites making it so you can eat anything with mass or energy, energy you really needed right now.

Approaching the tree, you decide to test something. Yep, it still feels like wood, even though it looks like it has no texture whatsoever. Strange, you will have to look into that later, for now though you need to determine where you are. The Rift could have sent you anywhere for all you know. Grabbing a bunch of leaves of the tree you begin munching, even though they taste horrible, you still swallow anyway. After a few minutes of feasting on the tree you decide it's best to get going, where to though your not sure of.

You pick a random direction and begin walking, experimenting with your Nanites along the way. You pick up random leaves with the blue glow that is your Nanites, not wanting to over exert yourself you start with something small. As you walk you continue to pick up larger and larger objects, until you start to feel mentally drained at which point you stop. You begin to get bored of walking so you decide to run. You take off at a light jog and slowly build up speed. After awhile you realise it was not that tiring so you go faster. Still not feeling overly exhausted you decide to go faster still. Trees are just blurs of brown and green now, passing by so fast you barely see them. You decide to check your Brain-hive to determine how fast you are traveling. You're amazed, you're traveling at nearly 280 kilometres per hour. Apparently you don't need conscious thought to control all Hive processes.

Caught up in your amazed state you didn't notice the tree you were heading straight for. You collide with the tree, which upon contact explodes from the sheer force of the impact. You, on the other hand, fortunately don't explode upon contact so you are left to slide across the animated dirt going at close to 280 kilometres per hour. You skid across the, thankfully, soft dirt before coming to a stop some 600 metres away from your starting point.

Groaning you stand up and survey the damage done to you. To your complete surprise you haven't got a scratch on you. It must be the Nanites. You are, however, completely covered in mud. Oh well, at least your not injured. You can only imagine what you would look like had you not infused your bones with the hull plating of your no longer existent ship. Hmm, a delicious meat smear on some random tree in a forest. Appetising.

Releasing a sad sigh for the loss of your favourite ship you turn back to the direction you were heading and continued on your way. You begin jogging again, this time not going too fast to make sure you avoid any more exploding trees. Your journey is largely uneventful, the only exception to the monotonous jog was when you stopped to eat some more of the surrounding flora.

Eventually you come across a river, so you stop and take a drink. You would have filled up your hydrogen cell except you don't know how clean this water is. Sure your body could drink it just fine, but you don't like the idea of your hydrogen cell suddenly going nuclear because some grime interrupted the fusion process.

While your drinking you decide to check on your Nanites. It appears that you only have one Nanites for every 6000 cells in your body. Does that mean you were only running at a fraction of your full potential speed? Probably not, but definitely not at full speed. You could probably go a little faster than what you can go now. Oh well, back to the present I guess.

Leaving the river behind you continue on your journey. More monotony follows, leaving you bored out of your mind. In your bored state you decide to see if you can make more Nanites and increase your currently pathetically small amount. You open your internal computers and scan for any programming capable of replication. You find it and you stumble slightly, causing you to trip over. Inside there is a list of MILLIONS of different types of Nanites. You select the first one that appears and it gives you the information on that specific Nanite. Hmm, Constructive Nanite, capable of flying, hovering, destroying and building. Can also transport matter. Interesting. You file that piece of knowledge away for later. You decide to look into the Hives at a later date.

You never knew your Hive implants had so much to offer you. You're slightly annoyed at yourself now for forgetting about them completely.

Shaking your head you realise your still on the floor. Huh, I guess you zone out when entering the Hives. Standing up for what feels like the millionth time that day you decide to walk the rest of the way to your destination, wherever it may be. Hopefully you'll find something other than forest on this planet. You don't even know what you expect to find.

As you're walking, you notice that the forest is beginning to thin out a bit. Becoming slightly excited at the thought of being out of the boring continuous forest, you increase your pace slightly. As you near-sprint up the hill leading out of the forest, you notice that the trees stop entirely. As you reach the top of the small hill you see a dirt road, suggesting that there was some form of basic civilisation.

Filing that thought away you follow the primitive dirt path. Seriously, it's not even stone, its just slightly compacted dirt. Oh well, at least it's some form of intelligence. Still though, not much headway had been made in the finding out where you are department. So far any of your guesses could be right. You certainly hope this isn't some kind of afterlife. To you that would be the worst of all your theories. The simple colour palette would drive you insane.

More monotony followed. You kept following the seemingly endless dirt road, despite how boring you found it. You briefly considered full-on sprinting again but crushed that thought as you didn't want to end up skidding across the hardened dirt, taking away your skin as you went.

Just as you are about to give up and return to the forest to the right of the...you hesitate to call it a road, you see a sign in the distance. Rushing towards it, you start to make some more details. It was obviously written in a language you knew, as you could just start to see legible writing on it.

Once you were closer you could see that it was in fact written in...in morse code? Ok, you stumbled upon a civilisation that uses dots and dashes to communicate. Wonderful. It took you a while but eventually you were able to decipher the code into legible English. The sign said-

"Manehatten, 6 kilometres...Seriously who the fuck calls a city Manehatten?"

Good news at least. You now know there is a city approximately 6 kilometres away. Won't take too long to get there.

With an actual destination in mind you take of at a half-sprint, still weary of the hard ground beneath your feet. Along the way you decide to experiment with your Nanites. A little investigating informs you that the Nanites you used to destroy your craft were Constructive Nanites. You also found out you had a secondary passive Nanite in your bloodstream, which was the Healing Nanite. Does just what it says and repairs damaged cells. Well, now you know why you didn't get converted from human to stain on that tree back there.

Tearing yourself away from your internal computers, you notice that a city has appeared before you. Huh, how did you miss that? Seriously how did you miss that, the buildings are tall.

The city itself reminded you of ancient human architecture, something similar to the skyscrapers of old. Whoever built this city clearly needs better designs. The buildings looked like they wouldn't just fall over, but they didn't exactly look like the sturdiest of designs. Or, it could just be the fucking dodgy colours screwing with your perception.

Deciding to play stealthy, as this is looking increasingly alien to you, you decide to stay out of sight. Not that you had seen anyone who inhabited the city yet. Not surprising really, it was nighttime after all. Deciding the best coarse of action would be to get a good vantage point you begin looking for a tall building that didn't look like it was going to fall over at any second. Finding one straight ahead you move through the shadows.

You were beginning to get unnerved, it was nighttime but there should be at least some form of nightlife, especially in a city this big. Where is everyone?

Pushing your thoughts to the side as you stop beside the building, you begin thinking of ways to scale it. Hmm, if your speed was increased, does that mean your jump height has increased also. Choosing to test this theory now you crouch down and prepare to jump as high as you can. Springing up you go higher than you expected, about nine metres. Still, now you have the problem of being nine metres off the ground and only a fourth the way up the building.

As gravity takes a hold of your extremely dense body, you begin plummeting to the ground. Scrambling about in mid-air you attempt to grab onto something, anything. Just as you think your about to hit the ground you stop suddenly. Looking around you see one of your hands sticking to the wall. Not holding something, just sticking to the wall.

Slightly shocked you lift up your other hand and inspect it. To your surprise, your hand has got lines of glowing blue Nanites. You are loving these passive Nanite abilities, they are going to be so useful in the future. Turning back to the wall in front of you, you experimentally place your other hand onto the wall. It sticks. You try removing it and it complies. Awesome. Using your newfound climbing ability you quickly climb the rest of the way up the building, your fusion cores jingling slightly with each step.

Soon you pull yourself up over the rooftop and collapse onto your back. While in this position you decide to find out what that type of Nanite was, it would be valuable for future use. Sifting through all of the Nanite classes you find the one you just used. Adhesive Nanite. Has the ability to adhere to any surface once activated. Hmm, you should see if you can start manufacturing them, the ones you just used have nearly been destroyed. Damn, you don't have the required elements and you don't feel like sifting through raw data at the moment to find what it needs.

Rolling over onto your stomach and simultaneously disconnecting from your Hives you go back to your original task. Finding the inhabitants of this city. Standing up you make your way to the edge of the building. Now that you were no longer in the alley ways between the building you could see nearly the whole city. You scanned the streets for any life. What you found left you breathless. Walking around the near desolate city street were miniaturised pastel horses. Well that's new. Further investigation showed you that these horse-like creatures were intelligent and not just some pets strolling about the city.

You would have gazed upon the pastel horses for longer were it not for a strange noise that caught your attention. It sounded like it was coming from the room just beneath you, so you decided to investigate. Leaning over the edge of the building you looked into the window to see what was making the strange noise.

"You've been a naughty mare, you need to be punished."

"Oh yes, use the whip!"

"Hurrrrgh"

You looked up just in time to see some unfortunate pastel freak get splattered by bits of semi-digested tree leaves. It hit him with such a force that it sprayed out off of his head and into the surrounding area, making a horrible, slimy mess. He didn't look happy.

Of coarse you weren't paying attention to that. You were too busy trying to rid your mind of the filthy images that would most likely plague your sleeping hours for the rest of your life.

You didn't care about stealth anymore. You just needed to get away from the defiled city you stood upon. Still scrambling about with your hand on your burnt, scarred eyes, you failed to notice how close you were getting to the edge of the building.

You slipped and fell. You landed right next to the unfortunate pastel abomination who you just now noticed was male. Upon impact, both the wind and what remained of your lunch exited your body and sprayed across the poor things face. Rolling around in your own bile you managed to stand up and immediately headed the way you came, trying to escape the twisted horse city.

Buildings became a blur as you maxed out your speed. Only one thought was on your mind. What kind of twisted shit hole did this world crawl out of? You didn't get an answer, however, as your face smashed into a tree completely obliterating it. Huh, you made it to the forest, when did that happen? Once again nothing answered as you were left to fly through tree after tree, your momentum slowing down slightly with each impact. After about twelve trees you finally stopped and skidded a bit before collecting yourself and running again.

You wanted as much distance as possible between you and the twisted city. Many a tree fell prey to your face as you continued forwards, not caring about how much damage you did to the forest or your tenderised body.

After 100 or so trees you finally came to a halt, stopping next to a conveniently placed lake. You immediately jumped in, the water cleansed you of your mud stained body but not your mud stained mind. Swimming around for a while and drinking some of the chilled water, you swam towards the edge of the miniature lake. After climbing out of the water you managed to find a small nook within some of the roots of the trees which, you took note of, had changed from forest looking cartoon trees into jungle looking cartoon trees.

After curling into a ball in your traumatised state, combined with the exhaustion of smashing through many trees, your body couldn't handle it so you blacked out. Again.