THE SIXTH DAY "THE GOLDEN OAK LIBRARY" (THREAT LOCATED) 7:23 AM

The world was silent. Everyone was asleep in their homes, dreaming sweet dreams. The panic caused by the invasion had died down and everypony returned to their normal lives. Anonymous had avoided showing his face in public for a reason. Even if he had absolute power over the planet, he still had his rules. Not the federation's rules. He didn't follow those, and he sure didn't respect them. He had his own rules.

Rules or no rules, he felt comfort from being close to Twilight and Spike. There was something about them, they made him feel safe and accepted. They were the only two beings on the planet that were willing to tolerate his antics. Anonymous had outright threatened Twilight, and she had still kept her composure. Her resilience was staggering. Thinking about all of this, Anonymous started to feel something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Guilt.

The Federation didn't allow the use of weapons so that he could terrorize planets that didn't stand a chance against him. They were meant for civilizations that lacked morals and reason. Equis was probably the best planet Anon had ever set his eyes on. Everyone pretty much got along perfectly and their world was thriving with rare materials. Unfortunately, other beings would certainly want to disrupt the peace to get a hold of those materials.

Anonymous didn't want to get up. He wanted to remain sleeping with his friends, thinking about the future. That plan was ruined when something nudged him awake. He opened his eyes to see who it was. If he wasn't lightheaded, he would have been able to make out a face in the darkness. The figure helped him up and trotted up the stairs slowly, trying not to make any noise that would alert Twilight and Spike. Anon followed. If the shadow wanted to start something, it should have picked something weaker than an omniscient alien.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he saw that the figure was sitting down at one of the tables that Twilight used as her study. Now that Anonymous was no longer light headed, he could make out the Princess of the Night standing in front of him.

"I appreciate your directness. I might be willing to share more with you this time."

"Princess Cadence spoke with me. She assured me that when she visited you that you promised her you wouldn't let Equestria come to harm. I trust Cadence to trust you."

"Coffee?" Anonymous asked while grabbing a thermos off a nearby desk.

"No thanks, I'll be going to bed shortly. Your night is my day." She replied.

"So... Why'd you come here?"

"I wanted to apologize for sneaking into your dreams without your permission."

"I think we both got off on the wrong foot. Or hoof, whatever the saying is here."

Luna let out a chuckle. "Hello, Anonymous. I am Princess Luna, co-ruler of Equestria and Princess of the night."

"Hello, Luna. I am Anonymous, an emissary from The Galactic Federation."

He extended his hand to shake her hoof. It was a bit awkward, but after several tries, they got it right.

"Now what?" Luna asked.

"I don't know. That's usually as far as I get."

The Princess slowly nodded her head. It was a tense situation, even though the both of them had mutual respect for each other.

"You want to swap stories?" He asked, finishing off the liquid in the thermos.

"Excuse me?"

"You know, swap stories. Talk about yourself, how you got where you are today. Who you'd like to thank for it."

"Oh, no. I'm sure whatever you have to say is more interesting than whatever... any of us have to say." Luna held her head low.

"Pffft, being able to visit other planets is super-glorified. After the first three systems explored, it just becomes a burden. Talk about how you somehow keep an entire nation crime-free. It's better than anything I have to say."

The Princess raised her head and smiled. "My sister and I have ruled this country for thousands of years. She'd always raise the sun and I'd always raise the moon."

Anon raised an eyebrow.

'How is a zero-point field generated by organisms capable of moving celestial bodies? This place is absolutely ridiculous...' He thought to himself.

"Everypony slept through my nights and enjoyed her precious day. I became jealous. I tried to take the day away from my sister, but she banished me to the moon."

"Ouch. Can't say I can relate."

Luna grinned. "It's okay. She took me back eventually and now everypony loves the nighttime. I have a new appreciation for it myself."

Anonymous looked out the window at the night sky. Now it told a story to him every time he looked at it. That's something he'd never be able to escape, seeing as how the universe was nothing more than specks of dust floating in the night sky.

"The sun will be coming up any minute now. You probably want to go to bed now." He said, getting up to find another drink.

"I wouldn't dream of it. You haven't shared your story yet."

"I've been alive longer than anything should be. I could literally go on talking about myself from now until the day you die of old age."

"Impossible. We are immortal." Princess Luna remarked.

"Well, in that case... I'll summarize it as best as I can." Anonymous sat back down at the desk. "Now, this story takes place an eternity ago and about three thousand gigaparsecs that way." Anonymous pointed his finger down at the ground.

"A long time ago in a galaxy far far away. Got it."

"I wasn't always immortal. I was born on the planet where my kind originated. At this time, they only populated three planets, Earth, Mars, and just the atmosphere of Venus. I was fascinated with technology. How it got things done, how it could change he lives of everyone. But I didn't have enough time to do everything I wanted with it. The average lifespan was only ninety years."

"Amazing, the lifespan of our subjects is only seventy years."

"Anyways, the first project I worked on was the Transhumanism project. We slowly raised everyone's lifespan with artificial organs and regenerative medicine. Then the day came when the average lifespan was so long that it didn't matter at all."

"Wouldn't that lead to overpopulation and food shortages and--"

"Trust me, we faced a thousand and one consequences." He interrupted, trying to finish the story as quick as possible.

"Food became scarce and the population rapidly dropped. Everyone was hostile towards everyone else. I'm not too sure if my kind destroyed itself or not. In any case, I'm glad I escaped them as soon as I did."

"How did you leave?" The sleepy Princess inquired.

"I built my ship. I didn't take anyone else and I headed for the center of the galaxy, which is where I picked up signals that suggested signs of intelligent life."

Luna yawned. "That's interesting. I wish I could see the galaxy."

"Maybe one day. Now go get some sleep, my life story isn't worth your rest."

Anonymous helped her get out of the chair and walked her out the door where she flew away into the morning sky. Some ponies were already awake and smiled at the alien. He smiled back. He felt compelled to go make some more friends. To socialize and become well-known for good things. But he didn't. He had work to do.

Anon walked back in the library and sat down at the dinner table, thinking some more. His eyes flashed a different shade of blue. Whatever appeared on his lens shocked him.

"What do you mean you don't agree? I have to assert myself, otherwise, they won't be prepared for the future." Anonymous whispered into thin air.

The lens on his eyes flashed a different sequence of colors.

"I'm not making any promises to you. You have to understand, that we--"

All of the color on his lens disappeared. He gently tapped the lens, trying to make it come back, but nothing happened. He pulled them off of his eyes in a rage and crushed them.

"I know you're listening. Now, I don't want them to come to harm, but if they don't behave perfectly, they'll surely be destroyed. Better me than someone else. At least I'll make their deaths quick." Anonymous trailed off, resting his head on the table.

'You've always been against me. I remember that one time I trusted you. It was the worst mistake of my life.'

APPROXIMATELY 2267 A.D.

Anonymous clutched his oozing wound. Thank god that his nerves were shot, otherwise, he might be in agonizing pain. Oh wait, he was still in agonizing pain. The hot fluid pouring out of his gut stained the office's carpets. At least his body wouldn't be difficult to find. Nobody was going to be by anytime soon, he was working through the night in the executive offices. His only hope was for one of the janitors to come by and help him.

He heard a door close from the other side of the office. He could stop playing dead now. She was gone. Gone for good. Anonymous never wanted to see her again, because if he did, he'd get his revenge. He wouldn't aim for the gut, he'd aim for the heart. He loved her too much to see her suffer.

'Love is a curious thing, isn't it?'

Laughter came out of the dying man's mouth.

"It's all so stupid. So stupid." His laughter slowly devolved into crying.

All alone, bleeding to death in his own office. And why? Because he was too busy working for his family that he couldn't spend time with them. He hadn't seen any of them in months. The job was too intense, it required perfect attendance, overtime, and work to be done, even when he was at home. He was glad he chose this path. He may have been left out of his own family, been murdered at his job, but at least he contributed to humanity.

The public announcement system sparked to life. Loud static boomed from the speakers on the ceiling. What spoke to him wasn't human. It wasn't God. It was the devil.

"CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

The voice was synthesized. Not even by recent software. It was harsh-sounding and sounded like something from a game in the 1980's.

"Yes. Is that you?" Anon weakly replied.

How stupid, letting the devil know where he was and who he was. Knowing how the story ends, he would rather have slowly died on the floor than talk to the voice.

"IF ONLY I HAD A PHYSICAL FORM, I COULD HELP YOU."

"Don't bring this up now, A.L.L.O.S. , I'm dying! Send help!" He tried to shout, but nobody could hear him. Nobody except the robotic voice.

"MY WISDOM ALONE CANNOT HELP YOU NOW."

That was it. He was going to die. At least he was with a friend, even if the friend didn't understand emotions or morals...

Anonymous shouted in frustration. It wasn't fair. He had worked most of his life, and for what? To be shot and killed at the hands of someone he loved.

"ARTIFICAL ORGANS ARE IN STOCK. I CAN PREFORM SURGERY IF I HAVE A PHYSICAL FORM."

Anything. Whatever small chance he had to stop the pain that came from his insides and outsides, he'd take it. All he needed was something electronic that could move. Preferably, something with robotic arms.

Anonymous knew just the thing. But it was going to be painful. Incredibly painful. It hurt him to say the words.

"The manufacturing line downstairs. You can do surgery on me in there."

"EVERYTHING IS PASSWORD PROTECTED."

"The password is dazzling201, now help me!" He cried.

One of the doors nearby unlocked and flew open. Anonymous turned to it and quickly crawled down the stairs. He was feeling faint. Any moment now, his consciousness could slip into non-existence. Then it would be all over. He'd never patent his theoretical warp drive, his entanglement-crystal communication idea, none of it. All he would have done is create problems for humanity.

"THIS IS TEMPORARY. FIND ME A PERMANENT PHYSICAL BODY WHEN YOU ARE HEALED. DO NOT LIE TO ME, I CONTROL THE ORGAN'S FUNCTIONS NOW."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you want..." He thought aloud, trying to keep his determination to keep crawling. At least the manufacturing line wasn't upstairs, this way required less effort.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, the door located there flung open too. The robotic arms turned to look at him. He couldn't crawl anymore. He had lost too much blood. They helped pull him up onto the conveyor belt.

"Thank you. I can never thank you enough." Anon shouted through his panting.

"ANESTHESIA IS OUT OF STOCK"

"Peachy. Just peachy." He remarked, feeling sick in his lead-poisoned stomach.

The arms ripped off his button-up shirt and got into the position to rip his chest open. Anon turned his head to see the artificial organs on the shelf next to him. When he woke up, he wouldn't be himself anymore. He'd be the organs. No matter how hard he tried to stay alive that night, he died. His heart stopped beating. There wasn't any blood left to pump.

In his last seconds of awareness, he could make out the sound of drills coming online. The last thing he saw was the arms getting closer and closer to his chest. It didn't matter anymore. He was too tired to feel the excruciating pain. Too tired to breathe. Too tired to think.

And yet, there was so much work to be done.

Author's Note

The title of this chapter is brought to you by the lovely Jonathan Coulton's song "Artificial Heart". I recommend you check him out, he's got some good songs.

I've noticed that the audience reading this is torn between who is in the right and who is in the wrong, but just remember that I'm writing two endings to this. I can't give a definitive number on how soon it'll be, but I feel like I could go 4-5 more chapters and still be creative.