Alone...that was what he felt these days, thats all he ever felt anymore. Ganymede was being distant again, retreating back into his thoughts. He found himself doing the same damn thing he always ended up doing and he hated it. Staring at absolutly nothing. Of course he wasn't staring at nothing, not really, he was actually staring at quite a few things going on. As he looked through the thousands of cameras on the many thousands of probes he had sent out, he noticed stars dying and being born again, planets colliding to form new planets and asteroid belts/fields, comets streaking across the sky. From above a planets atmosphere he could see it's techtonic plates shifting and grinding against each other, forming mountains, valleys, and trenches.

He could see all of this, all at once. Any normal man would have thought the entire spectacle utterly beautiful, a tad bit overwhelming but beautiful nonetheless. But he was not normal, hell he was convinced that things could not possibly be less normal. Really the problem was he had seen all of this before, for the past few centuries in fact.

"Construction of the transdimensional portal is at 75% All Maker." said a deep synthetic voice, interrupting his thoughts. Ganymede turned his head to see the terran 3 miles to his right.

"Thank you Builder Delta-Beta-3, let me know when it is finished."

"Yes, All Maker." said the voice as it cut the line.

Ganymede didn't like it all that much at first when they started calling him that. He let out a heavy sigh as his thoughts drifted to the days of their creation.

He remembered how in the early days of his "rebirth", as the terrans would one day call it in their religious texts, he had spread the mass of self replicating nanobots that had become his body across the globe. He had done this not only to get resources for more nanobots, but to also look for any survivors.

18 years...18 years of looking, searching every house, every hut, every island getaway he could find. Every city turned upsidown, every bunker dug up and turned inside out. After 9 years he became increasingly frustrated, in 3 years he drained the oceans and in 3 more years he had combed their bottoms, and still nothing.

15 years into the search and he became utterly desperate, he launched rockets to the moon filled with nanobots, and watched as they began to comb the surface and interior. Ganymede knew that if he still had lungs with witch to breathe he would have held his breath for the entirety of those three years. There had to be survivors, there just had to be someone, anyone, who had a contingency plan for this that survived. But as those three years came to a close. As he watched as the last spit of land on that ball of rock was covered in nanobots, his heart sank at the answer he had suspected but hoped wouldn't be true...nothing.

Ganymede cringed, bowed his head and placed it in his hand in an act of remembrance and self comfort. Unfortunately the comfort only went so far when he knew that that wasn't real skin he was feeling. He remembered the day he finally allowed himself to realize the truth after 18 years of searching...that they were all dead...humanity was dead.

"You're holiness," said a familiar semi-monotone voice, pulling him from his thoughts again. Ganymede remembered marking any transmission hails from Builder Delta-Beta-3 as urgent. Ganymede was a patient man, his history quite the testament to that, but sometimes he wished his terrans would just fucking learn already that he didn't have to be alerted about every other 5% increase in progress on a project. Hell he could actually just check the progress himself if he wanted to, he only needed to pretty much will it and he'd know if there was so much as a single microscopic screw loose for them to fix.

But he cared for them like they were his own children, and technically they were in a way. He didn't want them to feel like they weren't needed so he gave them tasks to work on whenever he could.

"the trandimensional portal is nearly ready. We are making the final calculations nescessary before activation now."

"Oh, thank you Builder Delta-Beta-3, continue preperations i'll be there shortly." he said.

"As you wish he who is blessed." said Delta-Beta-3.

"Yeah..." Ganymede thought.i'm fuckin blessed alright.

Ganymede started the proscess of growing a pair of high-tech wings out of his back in order to reach his destination. Having had a few centuries to himself left him with plenty of time to chase after any ideas he came up with. So having always had a soft spot for that little extra flair to a design he couldn't help but think about finally developing a jet pack.

Of course that led him to the thought, why make a high-speed jetpack with wings for stability when you could make fully fuctional and stable wings with high-speed jets inside them. Having turned what was left of Earth into a giant, semi-living computer, he had enough proscessing power to have the problems licked in barely a year.

The design he ended up with resulted in sharp and slick looking wings fit for an angel, with the speed and horsepower of a souped up fighter jet on steroids, capable of going from a static hover to faster than the speed of sound in just 3 seconds. That last part was a little tricky at first, but he managed to make a highly energy efficient engine that could be fitted snugly underneath each feather in a wing.

One of these things on it's own couldn't really compete with a bulkier counterpart, but that hardly mattered when there were several dozen of them on each wing. Needless to say he was pretty impressed with himself.

After the 45 seconds it took for the nanites to form the wings on his shoulder plates, Ganymede stepped off the presipice he was standing on, and set a course for his goal at a fair flying speed. Truth be told Ganymede was a little scared of what he might find on the other side of the portal, or rather what he might not find.

He realized that the probability of an alternate dimension not having any life in it was a solid 50\50 chance, but his life experiences didn't exactly make him feel very confidant about this. As he glided through the air towards the portal he couldn't help but remember all the failures of the past. First was the realization that his species was well and truly dead for good. Then came the 80 or so years afterwords that he spent searching the entire galaxy for other intelligent life, and again the answer was nothing.

And now here he was trying interdimensional travel. What would he do if portal after portal led him to interesting but otherwise lifeless planes of existence, what if the only thing waiting for him on the otherside of these portals was the same damn answer that seemed to follow him everywhere, nothing. Ganymede began to dispair but just pushed his thoughts back.

"NO!" he thought to himself. "I've done nothing but think that for the past three years, i'm tired of thinking about it, this time I will succeed!" he thought as he descended down to the location of the portal where he saw Builder Delta-Beta-2 awaiting his arrival.

"Great All Maker" she called out. "we were beginning to worry that you would not arrive."

"Sorry, i was just pondering the trip" he said as convincingly as he could."is the nanomass ready?"

"As ready as it will ever be your Holiness."

"Good then let us not waste another moment," he said, just barely concealing the anticipation in his voice. "start up the portal."

"As you wish your Holiness" she said, as she began signalling the Operator units to begin the startup sequence.

As the great machine started up before him Ganymede could hear a loud whine as the high-tech components began to do the job of tearing open a hole in reality. Eventually the whine gradually became more and more high pitched until a deafening crack split through the air as a large black portal rimmed in red tinged energy opened into the unkown.

Without any further hesitation, Ganymede magnetically forced the three large blocks of nanomass into the portal, and followed not far behind them.

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Princess Luna was in her bedroom busily reading a rather intreagueing book she recently bought from a bookstore in Ponyville, after her sister Princess Celestia had recommended it to help her get over her high canterlot voice and grammar. She wasn't really very keen on the idea of reading a silly work of fiction like that, but she had to admit after a few chapters in, the story was really beggining to grab her. It didn't have as much poetry or any of the other such literature she usually enjoyed, but it did have a captivating plot as...

Luna was not able to finnish that thought as she suddenly felt a very large disturbance in the fabric of reality. Putting down the book Luna trotted over to the windows leading to the balcony, pulled back the curtains and after letting her eyes adjust to the light just before noon, looked around to see if anything unusual was happening.

With the size of the disturbance Luna had expected something to be happening just outside the castle, but was surprised to see everything appear to be normal. Unfortunately that seemed to only make her more uncomfortable. If such a harsh disturbance wasn't nearby, then it had to be a really big one!

Suddenly her sister Celestia burst into her room looking like she had just been startled out of her mind.

"Judging by thou's expression," said Luna. "thy guess is that thou hath felt it too?"

"Indeed, but i don't have a clue what it was though. Did you notice anything strange about it?"

"Well, I did notice that it doth not appear to be anywhere near the castle," she said. "which can only meaneth that twas a very large phenomena."

"Hhhmmmm, yes that is correct. I found that whatever it was, it wasn't magical in nature."

"But sister, if twas not magical, then what else could it be?"

Celestias head tilted down towards the floor in thought "I don't know Luna, thats the part that worries me!"

Luna stepped closer to her sister to look her in the eye's "We should visit Twilight and her friends, and warn them of this possible Danger."

"Indeed dear sister," said celestia "we should go as soon as possible."

Author's Note

Okay, first chapter of my first fanfic ever is done! Okay I wanted to get a few things squared away real quick.
First of all anything in Bold is communication between 2 characters by artificial or other means besides directly talking with one another.
Second of all anything in Italics is in that persons head, wether talking to himself or going through flash backs.
Third, this is supposed to start out just before season 2 but could possibly go on for awhile, having said that i also want to say that i plan to include important events like the release of Discord, Cadence and Shinings wedding, King sombra and more, as well as a few chapters devoted to the less serious episodes to help break up the constant thrills.
Fourth, having said all that, i also want to make it clear that I won't be sticking 100% to the original canon so expect some major and minor events not seen in the show, and a few extra tidbits added as well.
And one more thing, in case you guys probably are filled with alot of questions to which i say dont worry everything will be explained at some point.
As for you readers please feel free to criticize the hell out of this story as it is posted, you see something that resembles something else you see feel free to call me out on it and i'll try to fix it or provide an explanation.
And if you have any questions about me or the story feel free to post a question in the comments i read them as often as possible so don't be shy. Anyway it's almost midnight and unlike Ganymede i need sleep, so good night and enjoy the fic.