I did not think that these conversion bureaus would progress into a worldwide phenomenon; Even if Princess Celestia did state that there would be bureaus opening up all over the world. The speech that she made five years ago convinced a lot of people that she was doing good for the community. The politicians made this whole thing out to be a godsend and the press backed the politicians up on their claims, putting advertisements and speeches from the ponies on the many news networks on television and radio.
After Celestia made that speech; I found out about the cruise liner that had been destroyed, killing nearly 80,000 civilians on board. Yet somehow it was dismissed as an accident, not to say that the families who lost loved ones weren’t treated without remorse. It would be considered an insult if you were to just walk up to someone who lost their loved ones because of some alien and state “Oh sorry, it was an accident. Oh by the way, care for 26 ounces of grape juice that will turn you into a magical pony?” No, it would not be nice at all.

I decided to get out of bed instead of playing a monologue in my head. Unlike many of the people in this world, I had not lost my job to an A.I. They still wanted radio hosts instead of some weird robotic voice telling you the song titles, or interviewing an important person. Unluckily for me, I would be interviewing a pony today, and I had to be there by 9:45 A.M.
I managed to drag myself out of bed and keep myself awake long enough to make coffee. Oh how glorious coffee was nowadays. So expensive to buy, much like chocolate and other sweets. I’m perfectly content with my position as a radio host. Decent wage and decent hours, and you get to work with interesting people. Of course, thanks to the conversion bureaus, many of my colleagues were now ponies.

They seemed different. My colleague Rick, whose name is now Static Fuzz, was your average go-to guy for humor when you needed a laugh. He always found a way to make you laugh in the style that the late George Carlin used to make people laugh. Raunchy and vulgar humour was his game. After he got converted he has not been telling any raunchy jokes, he hasn’t even spoken a single swear for the last few months ever since he got converted. It’s rather unnerving to see one of your friends go from that, to a complacent pony.

The event unnerved a few of my friends as well, but with half the population of Chicago converted, there isn’t much you can do. Yet it seemed that some people had taken it the other way and wanted tot do something, thus the HLF was born. Now, I’m not going to be converted, but I don’t have a problem with others being converted themselves. To counter the Human Liberation Front, a similar group, the PER or Ponification for Earth’s Rebirth, was formed. As of now the PER has been knocking on doors all around Chicago and its districts as well as the majority of the world. I have a feeling that they would be doing much more soon.

So here I am. Five years after the bureaus were set up with 1/4th of the world converted already. The barrier is expanding, albeit slowly, and the job market is starting to slam into the ground for many. Yet I have a stable and decent job drinking a cup of the good brand of coffee with only two hours to spare before I have to leave for work. I kicked back in a recliner that I had set up in the corner of my humble man-cave, sighing in contentment. Life was alright for me at the moment, but then the phone decided that now would be a good time to ring.

“Why not. Just when I was about to relax I get a phone call…” I sighed in annoyance before answering the phone. “Y’hello?”
A cheery voice sounded from the phone. “Hi Terry! It’s Pencil Push- errr… Lee!” My face contorted into a look of confusion.
“Lee? Your voice sounds younger… You seem rather cheery today, any reason for that?” I leaned back into my recliner.
“Why wouldn’t I be cheery? I’m always happy to talk to my brother! To answer your question as to why I sound younger, it’s because we got converted today!”

I shot up straight and spoke in disbelief. “What do you mean WE?” No way. Not Davy.

“You know. We! The wife, David, and I! I can tell that you haven’t got converted. You sound rather grumpy today.”

Me? Grumpy? Well of bloody course Lee. “Let’s see. We talked about this, we talked about you not getting converted. You broke a damn promise, also you call me while I was trying to relax before I interview Princess Luna! Of course I’m grumpy!” I wiped the sweat off of my bow and continued. “We talked about this… I thought we agreed that you and Davy wouldn’t get converted…”

The phone was silent for a few moments before he started talking again. “Well golly Terry.” I gritted my teeth at that word. “It wasn’t just us. Mom and Dad got converted with us today as well.” My entire world came crashing to a halt. The entire family got converted, leaving me as the only human in the sea of ponies that was once my family. “I’m sorry Terry, I gotta go. The wife is calling!”

The phone line cut off with a beep. I set the phone down on the coffee table and leaned back into the recliner, massaging my face to relieve the stress I felt. Everybody around me was now becoming everypony. Changing, it didn’t seem right to me, but I could do naught about it. I had to sit back and watch as my loved ones and friends get converted. I still had Jim, my best friend who refused to get converted when offered, but not extreme enough to actually join the HLF.

In the time I spent sipping at my coffee and thinking an hour and a half has passed by. I glanced at the clock and nearly jumped when I saw that it was 8:30. I should be leaving by now, but I was only in my robes. I jumped at out of the recliner and quickly put on the suit I had bought the day before specifically for this interview. I had my black hair styled in the way they used to wear it one hundred years ago, because who doesn’t like the 1940s? I checked myself out in the mirror and found that I did look like someone who had just stepped out of the 1940s.

I jumped in my 2041 Cheverolet Super-Sonic and drove off to the radio station speeding at 115 miles per hour down the I-45. I glanced above and spotted a purple carriage being pulled by bat ponies. I assumed this carriage to be Luna’s because of the intricate designs. Traffic was not bad, but this was mostly because of the fact that the newly converted ponies could not drive.
I arrived at the radio station with ten minutes on the clock. The area was buzzing with excitement from humans and ponies alike, mostly ponies. They say that 75% of Chicago was now ponified, and I would not doubt those statistics. Fortunately, many of the New Yorkers don’t want to get ponified. Something about American pride. That leaves New York at 47% ponified. It is still a big thing considering that the bureaus have only been open for one year.

I got there in the nick of time as it seems, because my co-star, Rick, or Static Fuzz was just about to announce my coming. I heard it on the intercom as I entered the room.

“Here comes the star of the show Terry Underwood everybody, and everypony! Sorry for the delay there it appears that he was late! Boy is he looking spiffy this mornin’! All ready for the interview with Luna it seems?”
I sat down in my chair and pressed the talk button. “That I am Static. I’m happy to interview sucha n important ruler of a new nation! Especially one as beautiful as Luna.” Although I wasn’t too big on the conversion thing, I did not mind the native ponies as much.

“Speaking of Luna, here she is everypony!”

I turned to view the Princess, but there was not a Princess there. Only three armed men wearing gas masks.
“Uh… Terry? Are these some friends of yours?”

I stared at what they were wearing, and I quickly noticed the HLF patch on the side of their jackets. “Nobody I want to be affiliated with Static…” I found myself sweating profusely. “Nobody I want to be around at all.”

One of the men spoke up as he walked towards me. “Well get used to it Mr. Underwood, because you are going to tell the entire world a little something for us.” He shoved a paper in my hand that looked like a badly written manuscript. “Read that, we don’t want to be making threats here, so let’s just leave it at that.”

I straightened my tie and cleared my voice. I pressed the talk button and started speaking nervously, reading from the paper. “In regards to the rumors being denied that the PER have been performing tests with weaponized conversion potion; They are true. The PER have been testing weaponized potion in rural areas and we, the HLF, would like to inform the rest of the humans that are still out there to get away from the cities. Informants in the PER have informed us that they are planning to attack the following cities with weaponized potion. Saint Louis, San Francisco, Las Vegas, New York, and Miami. The least ponified cities in the United States. If you are hearing this, then please stay away from major cities and all ponies.”

I turned my head to confront the masked intruders, but they had disappeared. Leaving no trace other than an open door and the paper that I had just read. I wondered whether or not I should leave now, or risk getting attacked. I still had a show to do, and I promised to do it, but something just isn’t right about this. Something is not right at all.

Author's Note

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