Fallout: Equestria: Not My Story

Imagine, if you will, a city about half the size of Fillydelphia. No, not the place that Red Eye calls home. The Pre-War Fillydelphia. This is the city of Pittspur. It sits on the intersection of three rivers, its concrete spires piercing the sky like needles into cotton, the constant skycarriage traffic its thread. In its streets, ponies conduct business of all sorts: in the Flit District, foods from all over the world are bought and sold. In the shining glass citadel of Solaris, Inc, new ideas are brought forth (and promptly bungled). And, of course, in the heart of it all lies the city’s burgeoning steel industry. Not as big as Fillydelphia’s, of course, but still big enough that the city gains a certain notoriety for itself.

Imagine all that.

Now imagine that in the span of a few seconds, it all turns to ruin.

This is what the ponies of Pittspur faced on the eve of their downfall: the night the balefire bombs detonated and Equestria and Zebrica declared their war to be over in the most violent way possible.

Perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself.

Several hundred years ago, some ponies discovered that some of the rocks they had been digging out of the ground were, in fact, a useful form of energy. They called it “coal,” and Equestria saw the rise of a new age. Industries previously unimagined were created, and the country experienced a technological boom the likes of which hadn’t been seen since the three tribes first founded it. For the first time in history, arcane science was combined with mundane technology to create new machines that could have never before been possible: robots, machines capable of performing tasks automatically without magic; computers, machines capable of solving problems far faster than the greatest pony minds ever could; and automated factories to produce all these new marvels. Truly, it was a magnificent time to be alive.

But all good things must come to an end, and it looked for a time like Equestria’s newfound prosperity would come crashing down on top of itself as coal began to become more and more scarce. However, diplomats from sunny Zebrica put forward a proposal to trade Zebrican coal for Equestrian gems, and Equestria was once again able to power its new machines with reckless abandon.

However, Equestria’s need for coal soon far outstripped Zebrica’s supply, and once again talks were had in order to attempt to implement a new trade treaty. However, relations were becoming strained, with both sides placing sanctions on imports from the other, and after the event that would later be known as the Massacre at Littlehorn, Celestia stepped down from the throne, leaving her sister Luna as sole Equestrian princess. It was at this point that the ponies saw no other option than, for the first in a very long time, to go to war.

The Lunar Princess created six governmental agencies to assist with war-related matters, each led by one of the Bearers of Harmony: the Ministry of Arcane Science, led by Twilight Sparkle, whose job it was to research new arcane technologies to assist in the Equestrian war effort; the Ministry of Wartime Technology, led by Applejack, whose job it was to create new non-arcane technologies to assist in the Equestrian war effort; the Ministry of Peace, led by Fluttershy, whose job it was to research nonviolent methods of ending the war, as well as tending to the casualties; the Ministry of Morale, led by Pinkie Pie, whose job it was to, well, keep morale up; the Ministry of Awesome, led by Rainbow Dash, whose job was so nebulously specified that it was rumored that not even the Ministry Mare herself knew what her job was; and the Ministry of Image, led by Rarity, whose job it was to…

To…

Okay, I’m going to be perfectly honest: I have no idea what her Ministry was about. Details are remarkably hard to come by.

Where was I?

Ah, yes. The Last Day. As I have stated, this was the day when the war ended, when the zebras and ponies detonated their weapons and killed us all. Well, everypony except the pegasi. Instead of attempting to help those left behind in the radioactive fallout of the war, they fled above the clouds, closing the sky behind them, leaving the weather to remain uncontrolled on the surface they never looked back on.

Just over two hundred years ago, Stable-Tec, headed by Applebloom, sister to Ministry Mare Applejack, began the ambitious project of installing large underground bunkers known as Stables throughout Equestria and the surrounding lands. The exact number of these Stables is unknown, but it must have been very large, considering the population at the time.

But of course, you knew all this already.

There just so happened to be a Stable smack dab in the middle of Pittspur: Stable 25. This is where my grandparents came from. However, life in the Stable wasn’t as glamorous as was advertized. Rumor has it that this was due to the tampering of Solaris, Inc., one of Stable-Tec’s rivals. Unfortunately, whatever the cause, when the Stable opened, it released some kind of disease over the population of Pittspur.

This is where I come in.

My name is Data Disk. I was a computer repairpony for the Followers of Fluttershy in Pittspur, a group dedicated to Fluttershy’s vision of providing care to those who need it. We had successfully developed a remedy for the symptoms of the Pittspur Pox, but had yet to have any success in developing an actual cure.

Until, that is, he appeared.

My name is Data Disk, and this is not my story.