Origins: PGS-1, Survivor Of The Rainbow Factory (V 2 Edit)

   Scion looked around, and to his avail, a hooded figure approached. The figure was wheeling a gurney that was, presumably, empty. The hooded pony moved closer. Close enough to smell what he had eaten. Scion held up a gloved hoof. Through his gas mask he radioed a simple message. "Get the body from Level Seven. Patient number: 115431101. David Francis Blackhoof. Better known as Dave Blackhoof. Tell Fissionmane to bring the contents of locker number 27. We have work to do."

   The hooded figure shuffled off to comply. Scion smiled as he contemplated the work to be done. David would live again if Scion had anything to say about it.

   After several infinite minutes, Fissionmane brought the contents of the locker and "H" brought Dave's body. The gurney was taken by Fissionmane. "H" shuffled off with a grunt. Fissionmane lifted the silk cloth covering the body.

   What remained of Dave's bright red body was a pinkish husk. The pure black hair was a pale grey. His hair's yellow details were a pale lemon yellow. The bones were all shattered and some even poked through. The skull was fractured and one eyeball had dropped clear of the socket and was nowhere to be found. Excrement covered the back of the gurney, showing more color than the entire body's remnants combined. Horror was too weak of word to describe this mess. Scion smiled beneath his mask.

   "We're lucky, Fissionmane. This one is relatively intact this time. Not much muscular reconstruction to be done. Minor organs are missing." Scion said, laughing. Fissionmane's eyes lit up. He was smiling beneath his gas mask as well.

   The large steel box of a room was hermetically sealed as soon as Scion picked up his bonesaw. There was no way out without the correct passcode. Only Scion could authorize exit. Work on Project P.G.S. was commencing.

   Hours passed, and organs were replaced with engines. Veins with wiring and tubing. Brain with motherboard. Eyes with optic units. Ears and mouth with speech receptors and audio units. Wings with thrusters and plating. Most of the flesh with red plate steel. Hair with metallic fiber. Slowly, pegasi became cyborg

   After what seemed to Scion to be an eternity, he pressed the power button on his latest creation. Scion always loved to see his contraptions come to life.

   Pegacyborg G Series, Unit number 1 began to whirr and buzz. Slowly his eye units adjusted to the low light of the boxy room. They fully opened and their central valves began to cycle open to allow for more light to enter the processor. His audio receptors let out an ultra low pitch sound that made Scion and Fissionmane's ears split in pain. The interference corrected itself and the noise died. His vocal output unit let out an electronic beep to signify a test. The ABC's came out in a voice resembling what Time Turner commonly talked about and referred to as a "Dalek". His hooves and wing units shot out in a flexibility test. Then, everything died down to a small whirring and buzzing once more. Scion assumed he was done, and walked over to a computer terminal, and began his report on the first conversion. Fissionmane left to get a drink.

   The pegacyborg began an internal diagnostic check. Quietly, he repeated what his motherboard processed.

   "Accessing memory files. File: Converted Memory Files(x86). Begin extraction of non-corrupted data." The pegacyborg informed to anypony who listened.

   Scion overheard and began to eavesdrop onto the pegacyborg. He looked at the glossed-over inscription on the exoskeleton. It shone the letters PGS in a brilliant red, and the -1 were in a stunning gold plastic gloss.

   "Memory: Name of Enemy-type: Janson Darkmane, race: pegasus. Memory: Electricity. Storms. Weather event: Electric Storm. Memory: Death, killed, kill. Final analysis: Kill Janson Darkmane, unless otherwise directed." PGS-1 began. "Additional input: String name = (Electric Storm); I am Electric Storm." His volume faded up when he said this.

   Scion's smile returned. He's learning... scion removed his gas mask and he began to return to punch in letters and numbers into the computer in front of him.

   Electric Storm slid off of the table with a loud scrape and he corrected himself to a standing position. Scion ignored this, figuring it was a result of further diagnostics being run. Electric looked around and scanned the room's diagrams. He then looked directly at Scion. He assessed his threat level. Likelihood of interrupting mission: 100%. Final assessment: Achieve exit and destroy obstacle of achieving final goal.

   Electric turned and raised a metal hoof. Scion kept at his work. Electric put his hoof forcefully through the back of Scion's head. It passed through with Electric using less than 1% of his strength capacity. Brains splattered the monitor of the computer. Scion's mouth dropped low.

   Electric then ran a current through Scion's smashed brain remnants. He jolted to life.

   "Th...the co...code! F...for the d...door i...is th...th...3! O...on...1! S...si...sik...6!" Scion stuttered out. He stopped reacting, and his head exploded from a massive surge of power. Grey matter splattered every revealed surface for six feet. The chunks shot small jolts of electricity to each other periodically. Electric let a small hose out from his chest and hosed himself off.

   Electric punched in the code. 316. The door slid open with a loud hiss, as pressure returned the room to a normal niche in the building. Electric brought up the schematics to the Factory work floor in his Motherboard Internal Neurolelectronic Device, MIND for short, and scanned for and exit. The MIND was an integration of learning softwares and necessary storage hardwares, and quickly was able to locate the blueprints.

   "H" returned with Fissionmane. They froze in horror. Before them stood a soaked Pegacyborg, stronger than all of the Factory work floor's entire workforce. And he looked angry to boot.

   Electric took off, lighting his engines and lifting vertically into an open access shaft.

   Fissionmane and "H" went up the long flight of stairs leading towards Construction Room 1. They saw a scene of horror and chaos. The bolted down gurney had been overturned. PGS-1's pure weight had torn it out of the reinforced concrete flooring. Scion, or at least what was left of him, was in a heap on the floor. The dull grey walls were now pink with brain, and small bolts of electricity occasionally shot out from some pieces of brains. They both fainted.