The blinding light struck Twilight's eyes, as she entered the canteen. Thankfully, she was able to guess that by just looking at the room, she didn't have to look for a sign or anything.

This place, where ponies used to come for a quick meal, or a serious dinner, can now kill any appetite. The structure of the room was pretty intact - no collapsed floor or ceilings, but the amount of disgusting visuals Twilight found here was baffling. She only stepped in and was passing nearby several tables, when she almost stumbled on a corpse. Thankfully, she managed to hold her balance and step away from the corpse.

The deceased pony had a giant hole in its throat, with a puddle of blood right under it. He had maroon mane and grey skin, and was wearing a white lab coat. He also had a pair of broken glasses, covering his long closed eyes.

Twilight fought back the disgust and approached the body, deciding to search it. Slowly, but steadfully, the survival instinct was kicking in, driving back the fear of the dead, and giving her courage to find what she needs to survive. Twilight carefully put her hooves under the body and turned it round, so it would be facing up. Just as Twilight expected, he had a label on his coat. She took a closer look.

'Sooth Hooves, Psychiatrist' - it read. Twilight tilted her head - so the voice, talking to Psi-Crow on that video, belonged to this pony. It's a shame to see another pony dead, though. With every sight like this her hope to find more survivors started to get more and more vague.

There was something else that alerted Twilight - even though the wound on the poor doctor's throat was horrible, it didn't come from a mutant. Judging from what she has seen already, those things devour the corpses, or mutilate them beyond recognition. Something else killed this pony.

Twilight decided to continue her way through the canteen, hoping to find some kind of a map, or a sign, that will show her in what direction she has to go to get to the north wing. Psi-Crow didn't send her the map of the place, which probably meant she didn't have any, or just can't send it because of the rogue AI.

Twilight looked towards the counter, where the ponies used to get food from the cooks. It was filled with junk, rotten food and forgotten magazines. She carefully approached it and looked into the kitchen.

Thankfully, it was wrecked, but not filled with bodies. Twilight read some horror stories, and the kitchen always houses some mad butcher or flesh-eating cook. She climbed over the counter, knocking down a piece of debris. It smelled of rot and ash in the kitchen - there were a few half-full trays, with vegetables, covered in fungus and glasses of apple juice, that had a thick layer of above it. Twilight slowly stroked her stomach, trying to calm it down from all this horror - by some reason, whenever she looked at this stuff, the images of her swallowing this stuff. Maybe it was because she didn't eat anything since she got out of the rejuvenation tank.

She got a little further and approached a few lockers. All of them were closed, with special locks that required digital passwords, but there was one that was open. Twilight approached it and looked inside.

The locker had a white suit of a cook, a hat, and a small leather purse. There was also a label on the other side of the door, reading 'Candy Floss'. Twilight took the purse and opened, and was very happy to see a small chip inside, along with thirty coins. She didn't need the coins, so she only took the chip and inserted it into the space between the needles.

The panel appeared, but there was no video this time. Instead, it was audio-diary. Well, at least it's something, and Twilight can continue looking around the place, without being distracted.

The audio started with some kind of crackling and breathing. The pony on the recording sighed heavily, followed by a sound of scrunching leather. It seems he sat down on an armchair.

"Ugh.... I hate this job. Every day it's the same deal - you go to the kitchen, you cook, feed these stupid morons, who pick on you afterwards, then go back to your room. My wage isn't covering half of the suffering I have to endure!"

The voice was angry, frustrated, but soothing at the same time. It was like a kind person got very angry and recorded this message in warm blood. Twilight went on with her exploration, listening to the audio at the same time.

"I can't.... I just can't take this anymore. Yes, I failed the exams at the institute - so what? Is it worth picking on me because of that?! Oh, Luna, grant me strength!" - with a long and sad sigh following. "These eggheads from the laboratory six are a major thorn in my side. And the worst thing - they need 5 minutes to reach the canteen! I hate these jerks! Just because they work on the Project Harmony doesn't mean I am below them! Urgh.... I'll probably leave this stupid job. Stupid station!" - the video ended there. Twilight stopped to ponder for a second - Project Harmony. It sounds like it might be related to her, considering the name. Yes, it makes perfect sense! And the pony on the tape mentioned that this lab is just nearby. Twilight decided to make her way there next, in order to discover more about this project, and also find a map of some sorts.

She quickly proceeded deeper into the kitchen, hoping to find something just as useful before heading out to the laboratories. This gloomy atmosphere was very stressful, but Twilight urged herself to go deeper into these halls, that seemed like bowels of hell.

When she got a little bit deeper into the kitchen, a foul stench pierced her nose, making her nauseous. It wasn't just nasty, it was disgusting, like something was slowly flowing into your nose, this sticky green slime, and then making its way down your throat and into your lungs. Twilight started coughing, trying to spit out the atrocious air. Her throat started aching, the stench started burning her lungs. Her eyes filled up with tears, in order to prevent the inflammation of the eyeballs. What could possibly emit such a smell?

After Twilight reached the part of the kitchen where they usually prepared fries, or boiled water, she became the witness of one of the most disturbing images. It woke up that sense of paranoia, that feeling you feel when you are lying in your bed, and you see a pair of burning eyes in the dark corner of your room. They watch you very carefully, and they don't turn away no matter what.

Twilight was standing before a wall, on which a message was written. The first words were written by a piece of coal, and they were very noticeable on the walls, colored white, but it seems that whoever left this message ran out of coal, and the rest of the letters were in blood.

Right under the message, leaning on the wall, with the unblinking eyes looking right at Twilight, the corpse was lying. A corpse of a young stallion, with his wrists carefully cut open, dressed in a white medical robe. His mane was pitch black, but his coat was white, making it a very noticeable contrast. But the most terrifying thing was the look on his face.

His face was distorted in a grimace of pure terror and confusion - he was both scared and surprised. His mouth was open, it seems he was screaming, begging for his life when he died. Even from afar, Twilight noticed strange lines on his neck. She took a few steps towards it, and figured out that somepony choked this poor stallion, cut his wrists and used his blood to finish the message. Twilight raised her head and looked upon the message that whoever wrote seemed to value more than a life.

"SHE SPEAKS! STAY AWAY FROM HER!" - these were the words written, using a piece of coal. The rest were a barely comprehensible mess of blood.

"HARMONY LOST! SUN DARKENS" - it said. Twilight took a step back and sat down in awe and horror. What does it all mean? Who wrote this? And, most importantly - why?

With every second this place becomes more and more strange and disturbing. Everfree forest isn't even comparable to the horrors that are happening here, on this space station built by ponies. It was supposed to be a little island of peace and quiet, where scientists can perform experiments and research the nature, as well as providing weather for the world below. How could it go so wrong? Can it get any worse?

Twilight slowly approached the corpse, and noticed something sticking out of its pocket. After taking another step forward, she looked more closely and saw that it was some kind of a package. It was completely blank, with no markings, but with several stains of blood on it. Twilight carefully pulled it out of the corpse's pocket and opened it. Inside, she found a small chip and a note.

"Truth is on the chip. Find the password. See the truth" - the note read, and Twilight quickly inserted the chip into the port. The panel came up before her eyes, but the thing really required the password to be accessed.

"Ah, darn it!" - Twilight swore out loud. She knew there is something important on that chip. Ponies died for it - it can't be a simple piece of junk!

Suddenly, she heard hoofsteps behind her. She slowly turned around, and saw a milky white light glowing in front of her. It was like a small sphere of fog, that quickly turned inside out and formed two shadowy figures - ghosts, yet again. This time, the image was too distorted for Twilight to see the faces.

Two ponies were standing against each other, one leaning on the cupboard, and other looking straight at his or her companion.

"So, this is where you work? Seems very pretty - it's warm and you always have something to grab for a bite" - the voice, that sounded awfully like Psi-Crow, pronounced. It seemed to be going from the pony leaning on the cupboard.

"Heh, yes. Though we eat only when the schedule says so. But it is warm, yeah.... But I hate it here" - her interlocutor said, and the ghost figure rubbed its neck. This voice clearly belonged to a stallion "There's no opportunity here. No chance to move up. I'm a simple cook, that's all".

"Even a simple cook can be a great pony, you know. Still, working here is much better than fixing the damn pumps all the time. Do you know what a pain in the croup they are? I waste almost half of my working day on fixing the darn things" - Psi-Crow's ghostly image replied.

"But you do a heck of a job! We never have any breakdowns at the kitchen thanks to you and your crew" - the stallion replied. "In fact, I can't just let you go like this. Here, have this!"

The ghost went to one of the drawers right beside Psi-Crow, opened it and took out what seemed like a bottle of wine. Then, he cheerfully gave the bottle to Psi-Crow.

"It's all yours".

"Wow, thank you. I didn't expect that at all!" - Psi-Crow replied, accepting the gift. "You're a real gentlecolt, I can tell you that!"

"Oh, don't mention it. I am just expressing my gratitude" - he replied to this flattering remark.

"Actually... would you mind sharing a glass of wine with me? I'd hate to waste it on my drunkards assistants, and you seem like a very fine friend. So, what say you?"

"Oh, if you insist. I have a little window next week, how about that?"

"Perfect! See you, then!" - Psi-Crow said, and the ghosts vanished just as suddenly as they appeared.

Twilight was relieved to know that at least long ago this station was full of life, full of enthusiasm... and, as it turned out, intrigue and relationships. Psi-Crow is married, isn't she? - Twilight thought to herself. She made a note of it, and the next time she has a chance to talk with Psi-Crow, she will ask her about this. Maybe this isn't the best situation to ponder about such things as relationships, but maybe this somehow is tied to all this. She isn't seeing these ghosts just because - they have to have a meaning, a purpose. She isn't crazy.

Twilight sighed and looked around once more - the small particles of dust were flying in the air, falling out on the surface of the walls and furniture. The stench of bodies, rot and blood was still choking her, gripping to her throat and nose, clawing its way inside her lungs. The atmosphere of gnawing tragedy and horror was reigning in this place, and Twilight decided to head out to the laboratories, before this freakish place gets to her. Hopefully, there won't be too much horror in the crystal-clean laboratories, which always maintained an extreme caution, when it came to hygiene. You're not allowed to the working table unless you're completely cleaned and dressed in the white robe.

Twilight knew a lot about laboratories, since she spend many days and nights in them, creating new potions and studying magical essence. But now, that magic is gone, what could they possibly research and how? Looking around, seeing all this technology, Twilight came to wonder why didn't they think of it before, why didn't they try to create something like this even on paper, on the pages of some fiction? Why not even a thought ever crossed her mind to create something like this? She was tempted to see how the 'temples of science' look now.

Twilight was eager to leave the rotting kitchen and make her way into the laboratories. She couldn't stand the smell anymore, and the headache was like a rat, eating away her brain, slice by slice.

In all of her life, Twilight has never seen so much corpses. So much violence, so much death... or has she? Her vision started to get blurry, and her brain emitted waves of pain, making her struggle to stand firmly on the ground. The images, flying past her eyes were too distorted and unclear to recognize, it was like an endless slideshow of pictures she can't see. It made her feel sick, nauseous, made her reel from side to side, trying to stay on her hooves and not fall on the dirty, dusty, bloody floor. She slogged forward, as the metal floor started melting under her hooves, slowly turning from solid material into bloody guts and gore. She opened her eyes wide, and looked at the walls. They were slowly transforming, with figures and faces appearing from the meat, that was growing like cancer. The drops of blood started falling from the ceiling, as Twilight raised her eyes, looking up, and saw bodies, hanging on huge butcher hooks, impaled through their chests, wings, throats, mouths. The sound of metallic pounding and endless ringing deafened her ears, making Twilight fall on her knees, right into warm, burning guts...

Twilight opened her eyes, and found herself lying on the cold metal floor. The noises were gone, aside from a weak ringing in her ears. The room of the kitchen was just like before, with no horrid imagery hanging from the ceiling. Twilight got up and quickly turned round, lost and confused about what just happened. It looked like she passed out without even noticing it, and all this room of guts was just a dream... But why did it all happen? She never had a problem with narcolepsy before. It all seemed too strange, and Twilight prayed she would find answers in the laboratory.

She quickly passed through the corridor, and to the laboratories, just as she saw in that audio diary. It wasn't far, just five minutes down the hallway, and to the right - the markings on the wall lead Twilight to her destination.

It felt relieving to breathe in air different than that in the kitchen. It was still stale, dusty and brought the weak smell of rot, but it was better in every way. She even felt a little bit of relief, with the headache slowly going away. Maybe it was the horrendous air conditioning in the kitchen that made her see weird hallucinations.

Several minutes of travelling through the grey, featureless hall was over, and she was standing before the entrance to the laboratory. Twilight approached the iron door, and it slowly opened, as if moved by a mysterious entity. Thankfully, it didn't scratch the floor, emitting horrible noises. At least some doors at this station weren't damaged. Twilight quickly went inside, looking around for any potential threats. The lamps under the ceiling were very dim and weak, and she couldn't see very far - a only a few meters ahead. She thought to herself - if the technology is so advanced it can implant computers into pony's brain, do these devices also contain some kind of lamp or night vision device? Twilight knew a good spell, that could help her see in the dark, but since the magic doesn't work, it was of no use for her.

It felt so strange - to learn something your whole life, dedicate thousands of hours to studying it, thinking that this will be your whole life... and then, in the end, it was all for naught. All for nothing, so much struggle for an empty void. Twilight began to sympathize with the unicorns who lived through this crisis - Psi-Crow is an unicorn, and she doesn't seem too concerned about losing magic. But still, she was born before it happened, before all magic disappeared.

Writing, putting on clothes, moving different objects - unicorns used magic for all of these simple things. It seems, that it's just a minor annoyance - so what, if you can't put on your favorite coat? You don't need it anyway! You can wear your natural! But when the little pieces of the big building are removed, it starts to crumble. All pieces, even the tiniest ones - they all matter. Without little things, the big ones are specks of dust in the raging wind of life.

Twilight's eyes finally got accustomed to the half-darkness, and she was able to see much more clearly. The laboratory started with a room of medium size, with another door leading to the showers, and a line of closets near the wall. There was also several computers, implanted into walls. It seems that scientists could change their every day apparel on the appropriate labcoats, and, after the hard working day, they could wash off the dust of the day in the showers. Twilight felt a little bit excited to see how the actual lab looks like, so she proceeded to the entrance, looking at all the lockers, reminding herself not to forget to check them after she is done looking through the laboratory.

The doors, leading there, were different. They weren't automatic, instead it was much more classic, made out of glass gates. Twilight opened the doors, and was struck by the smell of dust and old, the little particles showered her, clinging to her fur and mane. She made a step forward, and heard the sound of cracking glass, as she was slowly walking on the floor, that was covered in little shards. She slowed down, trying to step over the big pieces, in order not to cut herself.

The laboratory was completely trashed, bottles and test-tubes reduced to nothing but small dust on the table. Huge screens were still sparkling, emitting weak light, as the sparks of electricity were jumping out of the exposed wires, which were visible in the gaping holes these panels had. Some tables had big colorful stains on them, probably spilled chemicals. Twilight shuddered from the unexpected coldness of the air, slowly advancing forward. She looked around, hoping to see something that would point her in the right direction, show her the meaning behind her cloning, how it was done and when. Slowly, but surely, Twilight advanced deeper into the destroyed 'temple of science'.

After a five minutes of careful avoiding of the shards, scattered on the floor, she approached a little section with a big table and hundreds of little bottles, carefully sorted and put on their specific places on the big shelf, with labels displaying their name. Twilight approached the shelf, and looked through the transparent plastic, gazing at the giant amount of the chemicals, stored here. There were all kinds of liquids, of every color and condition. Some she quickly recognized, as she was very experienced in the terms of chemistry, others were just as alien to her as the technology of this station.

She noticed a small piece of paper, pinned down by one of the stands. Intrigued, Twilight opened the shelf and carefully, in order not to break it, moved the stand away and took the paper. It was a small note, simply reading, - "Come to the experiment room.", with the signature written on the bottom. It seems one of the scientists left it for his friend and co-worker.

The experiment room? Well, if this seemed important enough for the scientist to leave a note, it's important for Twilight too. She sighed and continued her way down the room, following the markings on the wall. On her way through the grot hall, Twilight started to ponder about her creation - what will it be, and if she finds out, will she be able to accept it? The shroud of mystery was thick, and Twilight's curiosity was getting out of hoof - this desire to know the truth, to know all the secrets behind this space station has been born long ago, and now it's slowly crawling to reach the apogee.

She slowly opened the door and took a peek inside. It looked like an observation room, with many chairs and computers, all faced with a giant window, which opened a view to a big white room. The little label on the door clearly said "Experiment room", so Twilight wasn't mistaken. She was very surprised - what experiments could one conduct in a big white room? With no devices, no alembic, not even a magic tracking device. Then, she remembered how many years have passed and smiled to herself - in the dark halls, the nostalgia was still strong in her. Maybe it was her only piece of light, surrounded by complete blackness, or maybe she is just finding refuge in comparing her life to this new age.

She walked past all the chairs, which were dusty and even scratched in some places. In front of all this hall, right beside the window showing the white room, was a dais, with a computer implanted into the stand. Twilight quickly rose to the stand and took a look at the device - the screen was all scratched and even cracked in some parts, the buttons right under them were dusty and grey. Twilight inhaled, and blew the dust away, lifting millions of particles into the air.

It seems if there is something she wants, she needs to turn on this computer and look for the information there. Twilight took a deep breath and pressed one of the buttons. The screen started glowing immediately, so much that it startled the unicorn, making her take a quick step back.

"Welcome... Please, choose the recording to play....play...play..." - the device said in a soothing female voice. Twilight came closer and looked at the screen - it displayed several menus, saying names of different projects. She figured out that the buttons on the very bottom can move the menus up and down. She slowly scrolled through the lists of folders, trying to find something about Project Harmony.

Finally, she found a little folder with the name Project Harmony on it. She quickly pressed the big button in the centre of the keyboard, and the screen turned black for a second. After that, the voice announced - "Playing: Project Harmony". The screen started glowing green after that, displaying a strange graph before Twilight.

"Dr. Harbinger's Research log, day zero. Today, I have been assigned to this 'hot', 'groundbreaking' project, as they said. Project Harmony, as they called, and, quoting, 'is supposed to change the opinion of the whole world, both scientific and causal alike, about cloning. They don't seem to understand that this is the only way for us to make another step towards perfection', end of quote. Yes, I, of course, do not pursue any 'perfection', I am simply trying to help the ponies - cloning can help us research many diseases, and also learn of the biological processes, that happen in our body when the organism grows in space, instead of on the ground. My boss is Mr. Lesceliat, that's a hell of a name, so hard to pronounce, and he is the son of one of the co-creators of this space station. A very important pony, pays a good sum too. He seems a pretty strange fellow to me, to be frank. All this talk about perfection, and evolution... Sweet Luna, the wheels in his head aren't turning properly. Anyway, I am now the leading scientist in this project, and the real work starts tomorrow. In these audio logs, I will keep track of my progress, and review it thoroughly. End of the log" - the graph on the screen changed every time the machine emitted a sound. It seems it was showing the volume of the audio.

Twilight was returned to the log selection menu. She quickly scrolled down, looking for the most recent ones. At first, they were all named pretty scientifically, like 'Day 20, lungs activity', but then they started to get more and more weird. The more she scrolled down, the more the emotion the Dr. Harbinger was putting into the titles. It seems he became more invested in the project the more he worked on it. Twilight decided to listen to another log.

"Another failure. Another stained tube. Another lost specimen. Today I walked in on our project banging its head against the wall until the brains were exposed. I wanted to approach and stop it, but it turned round and gazed at me with its empty eye sockets. In horror, I turned my head and saw the pieces of its eyeballs, scattered all over the room. The project turned violent, and started slowly going at me, roaring and moaning, with pieces of its brain falling down on the floor with every step it took. The guard has successfully put down the insane monster, and its body was destroyed, thankfully. Now, it seems that Project Harmony No. 25 is lost as well. Eh, I really wish I could do anything about the previous specimen - they are just too pathetic to look upon. All these strange mutations, disfigured bodies, they are all so vile. I don't know what we are doing wrong, but each project Harmony either dies in an embryo stage, or grows up into a freak. One note though - it doesn't matter how much we try to communicate, the projects respond either aggressively, or don't respond at all - and I can understand why. Right now, they are all empty shells, bodies without a host. We need to somehow extract the muscle memory of our pony - though I have no idea how. In theory, if we manage to implant the muscle memory, it should trigger all other systems in the organism, awakening the memories that this pony had during life. I am still working on this issue, but before I can do anything about it, I should check on the growth of Project Harmony No.26" - the voice of Dr. Harbinger said, and Twilight stood shocked for a second. So, she isn't the first attempt? There were other clones, before her? If so, where are they now? There were still many questions left to answer, and Twilight continued her search for the needed log. Suddenly, she noticed that one log contains pictures - it said so right underneath the name 'Horrible disfigurements'.

"My Luna... I just... urgh... Today I have decided to record what kind of biological transformations clones suffer from, so we can study it and prevent it in future, but.... Urgh... it's so disgusting... and the most vile... they can talk!" - the voice said, and then the pictures appeared. Twilight was horrified - the monstrous things were disfigured beyond belief. Some had exposed brains, some had several eyes, and one had two mouths for eye sockets and the eyes could be seen behind the sharp teeth, with tongues licking them.

Suddenly, Twilight stood in the place, as the horror of realization slowly descended upon her harmed soul. All these mutants, all these things Psi-Crow mentioned, that caused this slaughter, that monster she killed - it was all... HER! They were all clones of one pony - Twilight Sparkle. All the butchery, all the savagery, all the destruction - it was all her.

The disgusting bile mass slowly crawled towards her mouth, through the throat and stomach. These creatures were disgusting - but they were all her. They were all Twilight Sparkle.

After suppressing the retching, she carried on with the logs, hoping to find something else. There was still no mention of why is doctor working on this project, but maybe he was just never informed of this. The last log on the computer was 'Game of god'.

"I... I have created something vile... I don't know why, or how did this happen - but this was all planned. It was all a clever plan by that damned.... cursed idiot. He dragged me into this - and now there is no way back! This... thing... this abomination is monstrous. It's just disgusting, horrible, vile, sickening... Why, Luna, why?! Why was I such a fool? It's breathing now, with its eyes still closed, but I know it's alive. I know that it has some purpose... and maybe.... maybe the Machine will tell me. I highly suspect that Machine is involved.... Yes... it has to be... It just has....." - then there was a long pause. "We must not play god...... we are... far too good at it"

That was the last log on this computer. Twilight took a step back and looked around - everything was spinning in her head, all these thoughts and suggestions. All these fears and regrets, disgust and fear. She has found out too much, and not enough at the same time. And yet, new questions arise. What is this Machine? What creature was the doctor talking about? Was it one of the monsters? Was it something else? What was it?

But there was already too much truth she found out. The clones of Twilight Sparkle have turned this space station into hell, emptying the halls of all life, eating anything they come by. These insane, twisted beings - and they are all her. They are her... sisters... relatives.

Suddenly, Twilight noticed something beeping in the right upper corner of the screen. 'New message' - it said. Twilight slowly, reluctantly pushed the button to view it.

The screen turned black, and the red letters and strange patterns started forming a head in the center. Twilight figured out at once that it was the rogue AI.

"You have not listened to my advi....vi...vi...vice. You are following a path to your demi....se. You must be exterminated" - the monotone voice that carved Twilight's soul with the familiar notes and pronunciation said. It has detected her, but it doesn't seem like it is going to hack her computer. What is it going to do?

The sound of the alarm has pierced Twilight's ears, as the howling of the systems deafened her, forcing her to cover up her sensitive eardrums. The AI has triggered the alarm - and, Twilight was certain of that, a horde of mutants is now following the scream of the system, following its call to find her and feast upon her. If she stays here, she's dead.

Twilight quickly dashed towards the exit, hoping to reach the locker room before anything comes inside. She needs to quickly look through the thing of the scientists, find a map. It won't do her any good to get lost in these corridors, even if she escapes the horde. Just in half a minute, she was already opening every locker in the room, even breaking them open, if needed. After every opened door, she nervously looked through the tat the ponies put into their lockers, violently swiping them off on the floor sometimes, if they were too piled up. Her heart was pounding, the sweat was dripping from the ends of her mane as she finally found a small disk, on the surface of which she read - 'FRIEND Space Complex Map'. Then, she realized that she has no devices to play it on - she only had the port for chips. Infuriated, Twilight found a small bag in one of the piles and put the disk there, quickly putting the bag on herself and then rushing to the exit as fast as she could. She needs to escape this place, before she is overwhelmed.

New goals were drawn on the blackboard inside her head - to find her way to the north wing, she needs a new upgrade, to be able to read the disk. Also, her search for new video and audio logs continues as well. Most of all, she wanted to find out more about Psi-Crow. Next, she still has to uncover many secrets of this station. And, last, but not least, she needs to find Psi-Crow herself and escape from the station.

The horde was close - Twilight could tell that by a horrible odor that filled the air, and slowly crawled into lungs, leaving a taste of filth and squalor in your mouth. She could swear she could hear the moans and roars of the mutants, but brushed it off as an unnecessary worry - she doesn't have time to guess, she has to run. Run somewhere, where she can barricade herself, or a little quiet room, where she can hide, and avoid the horde.

This rogue AI had such a familiar voice it started to hurt. Twilight wanted to bash her brains out - how could she forget a pony with such a voice, usually she remembers all her friends and enemies. What is this AI? Why is it even here? What does it want? These are several more questions to be added to the list. Twilight swore that she would find out what is going on, uncover the truth, shed light on this darkness. She wants to know, she needs to know - her future life depends on it.

Author's Note

Sorry it is taking so long, but I am forced to write at night usually, and I don't get much sleep because of it. My head is pounding like a truck, and my eyes are ready to burst, but I shall continue to write nonetheless.