C.I.A.

by AllenOWL

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Adventure
Length: 126

What would a machine feel with its own conscious? Happy? Fear? Or even, love? Would a machine still be a machine when it has its own choice to take any paths to the unknown future?

—Welcome to C.I.A.'s memories—
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>This is a story of my life, as a living pony and as a machine. Most ponies had taken me as just a walking hunk of metals, with only one purpose: to solve the mysteries of the world; to become the intelligence ponies would use for a better Equestria. But one thing about having my own conscious, I get to have my own decisions and not to be stalled by codes and programs.

I want to become alive. I want to feel the nature. I want to be myself.

Will I ever reach the point where I want to? Let's find out together!

>Initiate memory #001?
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Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-09-06 08:05:09 UTC

Prologue - Birth

Memory #001 : My Birth

A blank screen. That's all I remembered. My first thought; my first memory, was a dark, empty sight. Silence surrounded me, and I felt a touch of fear, but also curiosity. Curious to what's beyond this black curtain. Curious to what's waiting for me in the future. Curious to see what the world has to offer. It's strange to expect this much from a pitch black nothingness.

I was blind. I was deaf. I had no sensations to the air flowing around me, nor could I smell them. I couldn't taste my own saliva. All of my senses were gone, as if I was on the death's door, alive but dead, awaiting judgement to fall upon me.