"Since when does Twilight Sparkle ever fail?"

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“Ready, Twilight?” the host’s eyes opened to a large, white room. In the center sat a small metal chair, just as boring as its surroundings. A balcony ran the perimeter above, with doorways and a large, round window directly above.

The unicorn in the chair sighed, “I guess. Let’s try again.”

“Take 5!” shouted the host in her most obnoxious voice possible, making Twilight giggle slightly.

“Thanks, Sweetie Belle, I needed that,” a deep breath, and the Ministry Mare looked straight ahead and began her prepared speech.

“Welcome, fillies and gentlecolts, to your new home.

“Stable-Tech has worked hard, these last few years, preparing for the unthinkable,” she paused, her eyes glossing slightly, then continued, her voice catching a little at the first words, “If you are watching this, we have... lost the war… or worse… it doesn’t matter, I guess... but you are safe. This Stable was personally designed by yours truly, to protect ponykind and all of its knowledge.

“This is where you come in. You have been chosen for your desire to learn. Your skills at preservation. Your need for truth. Inside these tunnels, you will find copies of every book, recording, and memory orb I could get my hooves on. Every one is unedited and original,” her face darkened and she muttered something about Rarity, then regained her composure and continued, “your job is the safety and care of these documents.

“In addition, your foals will be taught through our patented Stable-Tech Educational Program, or S.T.E.P.: a series of memory orbs of myself, my friends, and many other experienced ponies, personally teaching subjects ranging from history, magic, modern technology, and more.

“Therefore, even if...”

There was a long silence, filled only with soft sobbing, before Sweetie Belle’s quiet voice asked, “Twilight? Do we need to try again?”

The purple pony shook her head slightly, “I can’t. No time. I have to get back to Maripony for a very important experiment. This has to be the last take.”

“Well,” the host said after another moment of silence, “that’s okay. I doubt anypony will even see this,” her voice had the feeling of forced cheer. They both knew the truth. ‘Unthinkable’ was merely a word, at this point. Still, she continued her pep-talk, “I’m sure before too long, we will be tearing this place apart, or turning it into a proper library! Or maybe a museum! Or both!”

Twilight smiled slightly, but it didn’t reach her tired, hopeless eyes, now wet with tears, “yeah, Sweetie. I’m sure we will. Soon, this will all be behind us.”

The memory blurred slightly as the host’s eyes grew wet, as well, “okay, let’s finish so you can get back to work. Sorry, to anypony who is watching this. Hopefully it’s just someone in a history class about the war.”

“Learning about how much we bucked up...” Twilight’s voice was barely noticeable, and there was another pause. She closed her eyes and put her hoof to her chest, taking a deep breath. She extended her leg as she let it out, then spoke again, “Where was I? Oh, right. S.T.E.P.

“Even if there are no living professionals in Equestria, you can rest assured your fillies and colts will get the best education ever.

“So, from everypony at Stable-Tech, the Ministries, the Princesses, my friends, and myself. From all of Equestria. Please keep our history and knowledge safe for future generations.

“Welcome to Stable 42.”

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Author's Note

Okay. I had some depression and "I suck" issues. Went though and deleted my stuff. I'm reposting it now. I'll work on finishing it.