Fallout Equestria: Cyber's Story

Cyber's Point of View

Setting- Cyber's Room in Stable 82

God damn was I bored. I was just laying in my bed in my semi-empty room in the absolute center of Stable 82. And I don't mean that it was just in the middle of all the important stuff in the Stable, I literally mean right in the center. My room was on the 4th out of the nine floors of Stable 82, and then directly in the middle of the fourth floor. I guess I was just easily irritated right now, I haven't had anything to do lately as I was just here for when in was the Stable's entertainment day, which was every Friday afternoon at 5 p.m. for when the morning workers got off there shift, and then I would repeat the same show for when the night workers got off their shift at 8 a.m. That was literally my job here in the amazing place of Stable 82, an entertainer...a DJ at that. You know, which would be fun and all if I didn't have to hear the same songs every time I perform. The only time I can get a different song is when the few singers in the Stable make a new one. And even then I don't record half of them because most of the time the songs aren't that good. To be honest there is really only two good singers in the Stable: Treble Clef and Sweet Melody.

Treble Clef is an amazing singer and song writer, and it really helps that we have liked eachother sense we met in school around ten years ago, she was actually my Super Special Somepony as of two years ago. Sweet Melody on the other hand was just a total bitch. Melody was the one who sat back in class and worried about her looks rather than succeeding, always thinks she's right, absolutely LOVES to rub shit in, and probably worst of all is the fact that she purposely liked to get in between me and Treble. And I don't mean that she likes me or anything, she actually is the exact opposite, she hates me to the core...and I'm fine with that. She's not a fan of Treble either, but she doesn't act like that around her. She acts like she's Treble's best friend, but then goes behind my back and tries to separate Treble and I. I know this not only because I've caught her trying to tell Treble stuff, but I've also had Treble come up to me and just randomly start questioning me on things that I have absolutely zero clue about. I hate her...but Treble thinks she's her friend, and she hasn't separated us yet, so it really wasn't a problem at the time. I really just needed to figure out something to do.

I couldn't hang with Treble right now because it was currently "after hours" in the Stable. I pulled up my pipbuck to check what time it was.

"9:42...yep...definably after hours." I said to myself, my voice quietly echoing off the dull silver walls of my room. The halls would be teaming with guards right now.

The Stable had extremely strict rules when it came to time. At 7:30 a.m. breakfast would start, then at 8 a.m. all of the morning shifts would go to work until lunch, which was at 1 p.m. Then it they would get off at 5 p.m. so the night workers could start there shift until dinner at 8 p.m., then would work until the breakfast in the morning. If you missed a meal by even one minute then you were screwed because they would just refrigerate everything as soon as the time was up. Now if you were caught after hours than it would be a solid 5 hits with the Wardens baton. Which, trust me, hurt like a bitch...Treble and I would know as we were once caught doing "it" after hours in the maintenance wing on floor 8. Which we weren't even allowed in, so that just added another ten hits of a baton. And then the whole caught doing "it" thing got us three days without food or water and another 15 hits of a baton! So our final punishment was three days with no food or water...and a whopping 25 solid hits with a baton...and it was totally worth it, broken rib and all. Treble thought the same thing.

I guess I really didn't have anything to do...just lay there in my rock hard bed, and listen to the soft humming of Stable's generators and Guards hoofsteps outside until I managed to doze off...and I was close to doing just that until I heard a small, static filled dinging noise arise from the pipbuck permanently mounted on my left forehoof. I rolled over and pulled my pipbuck up to my eyes to see what I just got.

I looked through my pipbuck until I came across a message that read

Dear all off duty workers, please report to the stage for this weeks announcement.

Thank You.

-The Overmare-

Well shit...guess I had to attend that, honestly, I completely forgot about it. To be honest, I really wasn't sure why they didn't just send out a message with all of the weeks announcements to everypony's pipbuck every Monday morning. Hell, it was freaking Wednesday night and we were just now getting these damn announcements. Maybe if they just worried more about the important shit rather then keeping all of the times on schedule, that would be possible. But no, I guess being on time was slightly more important than something like a generator going down...and if that were to ever happen...well, tough shit I guess, we wouldn't know until a few days after I guess.

I powered down my pipbuck and sat up from my bed, then rolled out of it with as much enthusiasm as you would put into something that you don't want to do. Then walked over to the door to my room, grabbing my few belongings that I had on the way out, which just consisted of my bright blue stable barding that had a large, yellow 82 in digital writing on the back. And a pair of old, worn headphones that were issued to me when I got my cutie mark when I was a kid. They really don't sound that great as all they are is on old model of headphones from pre-war times. There was bound to be better models out there, but the odds of you getting out of the Stable was completely impossible. Once those doors shut, they never open again...oh well, you're born in the stable, you die in the stable. We were actually taught this when we were just foals. Anyway, I just set all this aside now and except the fact. Who knows what's out there now anyway.

I open the door to my room and walk out into the hallway of lovely floor four of Stable 82, and turn to my left towards the elevator to go to floor seven, which is were the stage is located.

The hallways are the same exact dull silver color like all of the rooms in the Stable. I'm not kidding either, every single room, whether it's a bedroom, cafeteria, or the 'stage' room, everything from the floor to the ceiling and everything in-between is just a dull grey. In fact, so dull that you couldn't even see your reflection anymore. I stress anymore though, when I was a foal you could at least see the outlines of yourself and small blotches of your mane and coat as long as you were standing in the correct place...and angle. But ever sense about ten years ago it has just been a dull grey-ish metal wall. I just assume they either lost their color to age or all the chemicals that we used to use to clean the walls, now the janitors just use the recycled water whenever they had the chance...which was rare.

These thoughts just continued through my head as I just kept looking around at the boring walls, ceiling, and floor. I was starting to get a sense of deja-vu until I felt a tap on my back. I turned to see a grey-coated and dark green maned guard staring me down in full Stable-Tec riot armor, riot shield on his back and baton at his side. His riot gear helmet shield was tinted just enough that you could see his eyes, but not the color. His body armor was just standard Stable-Tec riot gear that just had slightly more padding, but I noticed a bright wight patch on it that had black lettering that read-

Cog Ironhoof

Warden

Stable 82

"Well well...what are you doing out of your room after hours Cyber?" He questioned in his classic calm sounding voice that managed to still sound like he was pissed no matter what he was saying.

"What do you mean?" I questioned...didn't he get the memo, the message was supposed to be sent to everypony.

"You know exactly what I mean Cyber, it's after hours and your disobeying the time system...You know what that means, five hits of a baton Cyber...but I'm sure your used to that by now." He said, circling me and slowly starting to draw his baton out of its leather sleeve.

"Sir...I got a message on my pipbuck saying that there was a meeting at the stage for this weeks announcements, didn't you get it to?" I questioned...he hesitated, but he started to re-sheath his baton, and then lifted up my hoof to inspect my pipbuck.

Multiple beeps and other digitalized sounds repeatedly came out of my pipbuck as Ironhoof went through my pipbuck. I could see that he was going through my inventory through the reflection on his riot mask...snoopy little bastard, it's not like I could stop him though, his armor is to thick for just a hoof to do any kind of damage, and even if I did do something to him then I would soon have many more guards on me. So I had to sit there and watch as he went through my belongings and past messages from Treble. It seemed like I was standing there forever until he finally muttered something.

"What was that?" I asked, trying not to sound pissed.

"This message was received by everypony last week...you should probably report down to the maintenance wing and get your pipbuck looked at. I'll escort you down, follow me." Ironhoof said as he turned and walked over to elevators. "Well, get your ass in here before I pull you in here Cyber."

"Whatever." I said as I walked into the elevator and watched as Ironhoof pushed the bottom number on the elevator, number eight.

The elevator doors shut with a loud hiss as they always did, then all of the gears and pulleys started moving. I guess my next stop was maintenance.