Predilections of Time

"Wind..." Spoke a body-less, mechanical and high pitched voice. A white colored spotlight shined upon an empty space on the brown, wooden stage. Surrounding that light was darkness.

"A very fascinating and, quite complex theorem once you study it very deeply...and with great intention."

"Wind is not only trillions of little, seemingly invisible particles of gas, constantly pushing at each-other when something moves against the ever constant force of gravity."

"You see... There is one particle that is smaller than all others, and only slides by when unnoticed, making a certain something fly by." A white quadrupedal, filly robot with light pink and blue hair, a horn, and green eyes, walked herself into the spotlight. A seemingly unpleasant frown lit upon her face.

"Today: We're going to speak about something similar to both order and utter chaos." Her horn lit up and a light blue aurora surrounded its length from top to bottom. Her eyes closed and the floor began to tremble with a powerful rumble, to which created a giant gap in the center. The room reverberated the noise for seconds on end. She opened her eyes.

"We all understand the basics of physics. What comes up, MUST come down... Change the perspective, and everything can become obsolete and completely reversed, creating the common mis-conception of the little known reality."

"There is something else we're going to be speaking of: Speed, inertia, time... All of these have near everything in common. They're all an infinitisminal source for generating electricity, yet when time is involved, everything suddenly becomes real. Hence, the term 'reality.'" She stomped her left forehoof onto the floor twice and an array of stars, planets and galaxies noiselessly lifted from the darkness below, lighting parts of the large theater-like room in a multi-color haze.

"Reality is a very misunderstood concept, briefly, on just how reality was formed. It didn't just poof into existence. No, it all started... in a blur. A giant, ever expanding ripple. But this ripple was special. It could never be seen by anyone viewing the color spectrum." She quieted herself, almost as if she were carefully contemplating her next words with precise, self educated ease. She put her right hoof to her muzzle to emphasize her careful selection.

"Think of something called distance and focus. You can't have one without the other. Say... You were standing in front of a steel, chain link fence, and behind it was a forest of trees and tropical life. Flowers of every color grew here. Trees with the brownest of bark and the greenest of leaves stood up tall, healthy and strong, simply basking in the amount of sunlight they compete for." She rested her right hoof back on the ground, now staring directly into a camera; a smirk growing on her face. She's enjoying herself.

"If you do, however, have distance without a near perfect amount of focus at an object or a place, the figure will look like a cartoon... an animated figurine. Exactly like a 3D projected square on an LCD Screen, with a grid in the background. If the focus is more on the grid, and not the square, the square will become blurry... Unfocused... Imprecise... Dead." A look of grief struck her face, but only for a moment. Before she turned to make her next action, she picked up her right hoof and fixed her eyes on the universe beside her. She pointing her hoof in the direction of a specific galaxy.

"The Milky Way, a spiral galaxy with an unimaginable amount of stars in its wake. Planets, of various sizes and shape, and a Sun so perfectly placed, it grows life on three planets. One, more abundantly than all others. That planet, would be known widely, as Earth. Humans and other animals of various species grow, though, sadly... not always harmoniously. Competition is the battle of many wars with this place. One could lose hope easily... if not looking in the right place. But, anyways, back to our previous discussion." She cleared her throat, sat on her haunches and put her hoof back to rest upon the ground to support her full weight, satisfied that Earth is now being shown with its Moon in orbit.

"Quite a beautiful place, Earth... Like our world. It's filled with life of all different kinds of stuff... intelligent life. Though, some creatures, for example, the Manticore, Pegasus and Unicorn are all thought to be mythological life forms created by a God. Specifically Zeus, to help protect and entertain his half human son, Apollo.  When, in fact, we are just the opposite."

"We harness a special energy in glands our bodies produce to further extend our life cycle. This wasn't because of evolution. It was because of many years of an extensive biological testing initiative. The only way one could enter would be if you had an exclusive Government assigned pass, or you were planning on volunteering within the next few hours. Humans have D.N.A., that include wrapping letters G, T, A, and C to make ones personal traits unique. Ponies, nowadays, however, have an extra character in our genetic code. It is widely believed to be randomized, because this gene determines your race, your ethnicity, your sex, and your magical capabilities of which, you can vastly improve, even with a bad genetic structure." Her smile seemed to slowly quiver, slowly contorting on her mechanical lips growing wider and brighter with each passing micro-second.

She laid down onto her legs, the look of fear now plastering itself onto her dimming face.

"I-I-I-IIIm sorrrr e-e-e-e-ey... I'm suddenly groowinnnnnng tirrreeeee-...." Her voice lowered into a deep mechanical fret, and silence filled the room once again. The small Earth stayed spinning in its place, with the even smaller Moon in orbit.

Her eyes flashed a bright violet 4 repetitive times in a quickening haste... and the Earth disappeared from the stage in a thunderous black flash.

She fell onto her right side, her legs fully extending from the pull of gravity.

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Appearing itself onto the stage, now layered with dust, from countless years of abandonment and nowhere near cleanliness, was a semi deep, blue rectangle, with the words "POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX" stained into a glass pallet on the front, and on all sides near the top. A small globe of light protruded from the upper center of the box.

The door opened, and a man with a brown duster came out. It covered him from shoulder to foot. He Walked to a dusty lump of dirt on the ground. The look of a knowing, deep fear, grew in his eyes. His face grew sadder with every step.

"No, no, noooo...!" He fell onto his knees and used both his hands, to begin wiping the dust off the metal body in a panicked motion. Dust particles floated weightlessly in the air. He wiped his sleeve on the robot's head and cleaned off the dust on the face of the robotic filly before him. Tears fell from his eyes as he softly cupped his right hand underneath her cold, metallic head.

"No..." He muttered under his shaky breath.

"No... NO!" He reached his left hand in his coat, pulled out his Sonic-Screwdriver, pointed it at the remnants of the filly before him and pushing the only button available. Its wavering screams broke the silence beyond his desperate cry's and pleas.

"WORK DAMN YOU!" He slammed the screwdriver into the palm of his opposing hand. The wavering screams of the screwdriver grew louder, and he once again pointed it straight at the long dead filly.

After a while, he pointed the screwdriver upwards and stared into its info-logical aurora.

"5 minutes..." He spoke nervously with a hasty and tensed voice.

"DonNAAA!!!" He called in a panic. There was no answer.

"DonnAAAA!!!!" He began thinking silently to himself, growing confused why it's taking so long for her response.

She hurriedly dropped what she was doing inside the blue box and swung the door open.

"Y-yes, Doctor!?" She asked in an inquisitively confused tone. A lady, with blonde hair and blue eyes peeked her head out the door.

"Get me my Thermal Blanket!" Shouted the Doctor. Donna went back inside in a rush of limited time. Leaving the TARDIS door slightly ajar... leaving her head full of questions for later.

Waiting patiently for Donna to get back, the Doctor sat and stared into the eyelids of the fallen machine. Growing anxious with each slow sliding, 60 seconds turning a solid 3 minutes of silence.

"Donna... is everything alright in there?" The Doctor shouted again, but got no response in return.

"Aaggghhhh..." The Doctor pushed himself up off the ground with his left hands fingertips and ran into his time machine, only to see a still'd Donna, mid sprint back towards the door. The blanket was in her hand, the look of fear and deep worry written between the lines of her face.

The Doctor heavily sighed and hesitantly grabbed the blanket from her hand and ran back to the robot to see her waking up.

"Sweetie Bell!" He spoke in a cheerful, happy voice. He ran directly towards her with a giant smile and an affectionate hug, immediately placing the blanket onto her laying body and activating it with his sonic screwdriver.

"Hey!" She said excitedly and coughed. Dust escaped her muzzle.

"Is everything okay? What happened? Who did this to you?" Asked the Doctor.

She softly placed her hoof onto his chest, and quietly replied: "T-tooooo, many questions...." Her robotic voice straining to support the full volume of her speech.

The Doctor quieted his voice, almost to a whisper: "Are you alright?"

"Caaa-a-a-aaan this wait t-til' later?" She kindly asked in a stutter.

"Sure, sure... here..." The Doctor lightly patted the blanket amidst her back.

"Everything will be okay." He said assuredly, looking into her eyes.