G.I.T.P Ghost in the Pony

Motoko and Batou had been walking though the woods for about five minuets. She had paid note that the deeper they went into this place, the darker and more…dangerous it felt. Batou was more concerned with their situation more than the change of scenery…

“So far all I have gathered is that someone had taken our Cyber-Brains out, put us in these…pony things, and then threw us in this freaky place”

Motoko turned her head slightly to face him wile they walked.

“I doubt it’s as simple as that Batou. Even if the plant life is the result of some sort of genetic engineering, it still wouldn’t explain the clouds and sky. I have checked several times and these eyes aren’t changing the environments image, they really look like that”

“Well Major that said these Prosthetic body’s aren’t the worst I’ve seen, remember the one that CEO Jameson had, I would rather this than a little grey box with legs thank you…plus I have to admit despite how stupid it looks this thing is well built, I haven’t felt this comfortable in a new body since…”

Batou was cut of by Motoko stopping suddenly followed by her jumping up and down cursing loudly.

“Major what the Hell”

Motoko stopped and rubbed her right front hoof.

“I think I…knocked my hoof on something…it hurt”

Batou looked at her, slightly amused.

“This coming from the same woman who once had both of her arms ripped off wile trying to take out a think tank?”

“This is different, I haven’t felt pain in…”

She stopped. She just realized something, ever since she became a Cyborg wile still a child she could only feel a limited amount of sensations. They would get sharper and more defined with the more advanced bodies, but she always thought that they could be better. This just know was the first time she felt pain, real pain since…that day when her old life ended. She was just thinking about a way to stop feeling pain when another screen showed up…

=Cyber-Pony Scenery Adjustment Option Activated=

The screen had an array of scroller’s, each one with a deferent sense labeled above it. There was smell, sound, taste, touch, and temperature, all of them set at 50%. Motoko silently examined the screen, dubious if this was real or just some sort of joke. Deciding to test just what it was she looked up at the sky and turned to the sight option up to 100% and…she could see every star in the sky, every galaxy every stream of energy, she could see everything, she could…could…could. Motoko turned the option back to 50% and then closed her eyes. It was just too much for her to cope. Motoko decided to try it again, but this time she selected the hearing option and turned it down to 0%, and then…there was nothing. Perfect silence. No even perfect silence had some noise; this was as if sound had just left the world. That’s when she noticed Batou moving his mouth at her. He was trying to talk to her. Motoko raised her hoof to quiet him and turned her hearing back to 50, she didn’t want to get her hearing back to someone shouting at her.

“Sorry about that I was…did you know these bodies had adjustable senses?”

“Maybe we should talk about it after we get out of here”

Motoko raised an eyebrow at him. He was holding the same piece of wood she had knocked herself on earlier. She looked at it closely; it was the chewed up and battered remains of an old sign that read…

Warning! Everfree Forest! Do Not Enter!

Motoko looked at the bottom of the sign. It was smaller and slightly smeared, like whoever was writing it suddenly ran off wile finishing. It said…

Beware the Timberwolves!

Motoko looked up at Batou. He looked concerned.

“Thanks to that little song and dance you did earlier we probably have attracted something unfriendly”

Motoko wanted to object but she knew he was right. That’s when she first saw it…

“Batou…what do you think that sign means by Timberwolves”

“Well Any of several subspecies of Canis lupus which inhabits forested areas, especially The Eastern Timber Wolf, also known as the Eastern wolf or the Canadian Timber Wolf, also known as the Mackenzie Valley wolf. Jugging by the trees of this place I would think that…”

“Doesn’t Timber also mean wood?”

“Well yes but that doesn’t mean that Timberwolves are made out of it if that’s what you mean”

“…Maybe you should tell them that!”

Batou turned his head around slowly, and sure enough behind him was a pack of six or seven large wolfs, all with glowing green eyes, sharp claws and teeth, and made entirely out of wood, and they where all growling at them. Batou’s ears dropped down and the sign fell from his grasp making a small thud noise as it hit the ground.

“Now this is just getting retarded!”

And the two of them fled.