The Past

Twilight flipped to the back of the book. Only a few more pages. Soon she would return to the surface. The library has gotten a bit creepy.

October 28th, 2339
The humans that were being held were executed. I don't care to give the details.

October 29th, 2339
Beaker and Celestia have both been taking care of me. Feeding me. clothing me. I hate that they like me. Granted, I love them all, the ponies, but I don't want to remain just because I made them.

October 30th, 2339

That's it. Beaker has kept me posted on the events of the outside world. Genocide. Every human is dead, except for me and a few others. The world belongs to the ponies now. I almost feel happy. My creations have their own lives now. They don't have to deal with us anymore. I left the palace today. I had to sneak past the guard. The sun still shines, birds still sing, and life goes on. Ponies have used magic to change the burnt world back to a lush paradise. I left Ponyville. I won't be returning.

November 2nd, 2339
The land is still beautiful. Rolling hills and large trees cover the burnt wreckage of human civilization. I need to get there, to the library.

November 3rd, 2339
The ponies saw me today. One nicked my shoulder, but I'm okay. Such power...it cut a clean wound. Burns too. I know I'm closer. There's smoke in the distance. I guess the world hasn't quite stopped burning. I haven't seen any bodies. I assume they were disintegrated. Makes my skin crawl, knowing there's no trace of us anymore.

November 4th, 2339
More ponies. They didn't see me this time. These are the ones re-growing plants. They're doing such good work. Beautiful. I sat there for a while, watching them work. I never realized how pleasing to the eye ponies were. I was overcome with the sudden urge to hold one. To touch one. Feel their soft coat again. Such an odd feeling.

November 5th, 2339

I never realized how far we really were from D.C. it feels so empty now. I didn't come here for human interaction anyways. I came for the Library of Congress. Luckily, it isn't in that bad of shape. I had overheard Celestia talking before I left. Their capitol city will be here. I want to hide this book. Maybe some pony will find it and read it. Maybe they'll remember us.

Novemeber 6th, 2339

Today is the day. I write this as my final words. I love my ponies. I forgive them for everything that has happened. They're just so lovely. I'll place the book here, underneath this chair in the science wing. Well, the chair won't be there for much longer once I kick it out from underneath me.

That was it then. The end. It seems so real. There's really only one way to know if it was all true. Twilight stood on her hooves and returned the book to the science wing. She found a chair, tipped on its side, and gingerly place it there, as though it was a final resting place for it. She looked up and saw an old rope. Centuries old. calcified and grimy, tied as a noose. Twilight shivered and backed away. She kicked something.

Twilight looked down at her back hooves and saw a round skull. Also centuries old. It sure didn't belong to a pony.

Twilight tried to push the skull and the humans out of her head. She needed to return to the surface. She would speak with Celestia after lunch. Twilight was hungry.