Trinity

"Then... you know what's happened elsewhere?"

The guards glanced at eachother, before the mare spoke. "Yes. Too much. Manehattan is gone, as well as Baltimare. Fillydelphia didn't get hit directly, but the taint is corroding it... now ponies are talking about all kinds of crazy stuff happening there. Refugees are coming in from Griffon and Zebra lands, but there isn't any news out of anything further east."

"Where are you two headed, then?"

"West. Las Pegasus wasn't hit, and the taint is minimal there."

Someplace is still alive. The thought that anything could live normally through this whole situation mystified Redheart.

Thunderlane could remember everything at once. The day his brother had been born. His first kiss. His first weather patrol.

He stumbled, then fell. Redheart stepped over him and continued on.

You need to get up.

Please.

You need to get up.

The dirt was soft, and warm, and dry. It felt like a bed to him.

He closed his eyes, and fell back into the abyss.

She collapsed. Sleep now, little one. Let your troubles slip away.

"We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent.

I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita. Vishnu is trying to persuade the Prince that he should do his duty and to impress him takes on his multi-armed form and says, 'Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.'

I suppose we all thought that one way or another." - Robert J. Oppenheimer, 1965