Wonderful Wednesdays

Chapter I

It’s been a few centuries since I ever did last see one of my kind. But then again, whoever wanted to see the one most powerful industrial race in the galaxy? No one. No one wants to see a species who had converted their entire world into a giant factory producing machines that are a thousand times larger than the cities, using them to destroy other worlds and transferring them over to their way of life, making them massive factory worlds and completely altering the very history of the foreign land for eternity and eternities to come after the loss of the Homocosmosa. Literally everyone relies on a few million trains to bring the stuff they need to survive into their districts, to which they are working their asses off, and completely manipulating each other to get power, especially the corrupted ones. The ones that always wanted to destroy the galaxy, and then rebuild it in their ‘dream’.

Which usually consisted of them being the high-king or some random shit, controlling all of society by the flick of a finger. They always were obsessed with being all powerful gods. Sadly Projekt Gatta ruined their lives and now they have to deal with eleven and eight billion androids that are absolutely sentient and essentially went to the Industrialist species face and said “Fuck you and your useless machines. We are more and we are better.” then the society was starting to be taken over by a three inch tall hyper-droid made from Carbyne Materials.

Out the window is pure blackness, not even a single star can be seen, referencing this is the dark spot that the humans discovered about eighteen million years ago. The one place that there was very few if not any stars or galaxies visible for millions of Astronomical Units. I decided to go in and fix the issue. I press the quantum accelerators, launching the Fighter Craft about two and a half times lightspeed through the nothingness of space.

It’ll be quite a while until I can actually see anything worthwhile.

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It took some time before anything was able to even be remotely seen, just a sudden flash of blue and green with an outline of white and blue along the horizon of the planet. It was so sudden and it was so terrifying. One does not ever know whether they might or might not crash into a planet before the stabilizers stop you from doing so. I screamed, a loud glitched scream. I might need to fix the tuning and pitch later, I seem to be unable to correctly scream without it sounding like some kind of synthetic screeching. Upon the finishing of my screaming, I then proceeded to go and slowly die in my seat, when so suddenly and with quite a jolt, i began to fall inside the pod down towards the surface of the planet. It did not make any sense why the stabilizers for the vessel did not fully comply with this system commands and stop me from hurtling at high speeds and spinning out into an unknown location [regardless of the fact i have never seen this world], and then proceeding to die before ever figuring out if the life on the world is even close to sentient.

we were reaching dangerous speed, over a hundred and fifty miles an hour and rising exponentially, making it a difficult choice if i should just jump put or continue to fall while i am inside the vessel. I think jumping would actually kill me, from the calculations being run within my software, showing me this world has a similar falling seed to that of earth Prime, being a 9.9078 metres per second acceleration for things of specific weight and going at an exemplified speed up, down forward and back.

It still didn’t help the fact I might be falling to my imminent doom. I did my best to stop the shuttle from reaching maximum velocity inside the atmosphere of this new world, but the engines had already long been blown off from the fluid friction of the world’s air. That was definitely a problem, now that i can’t seem to stop myself. The parachutes have been absolutely melted within their containment chambers, the engines are completely missing, and I am now falling at speeds hovering around four-hundred-nine miles an hour.

May the lord save me from dying this day, as i have had much and still have much, to live for. Please, lord, do not kill me, i wish to see the world i am going to die on if i even survive, i want to know how intelligent the surrounding lifeforms of the world are. If they have simple stone tools or advanced mining and spacial travel technology.

Lord let me see the light of day and the glow of night yet again. My visual sensors go off, making me blind. My hearing centres are deactivated, making me deaf. My body slowly shuts down, as I crash further into the atmosphere. Oh, may I hope I can be at least in one piece, or less than a hundred.

The vessel’s speed maintains, roaring along the sky at an angle not too steep. Down below, beings crowded and watched, curious of this new meteorite or miscellaneous comet landing or shooting through the atmosphere. Equine beings race from the small grouping to their suggested landing spot of the foreign object now flying at unbelievable speeds through the atmosphere of their world. And now they have the right to go and see the thing they have visiting them.

Little do they know, is that the vessels inhabitant is a droid beyond their very even imagination.

My eyes open, revealing dark colours short, mixing in with the bright tones of white their little sets of attire are made of. I don’t quite know what is happening, due to the confusing brightness and the unfocused lenses of my hyper-optics within my cranial cavity.

“This specimen seems to be active, might we send it to the lab for further testing?”

Sentience established, sapience rebooting...

“Wouldn’t be a good idea right now. We don’t have any idea if it really is active or is just some kind of metal hunk like last time. We don’t need another Code Black, now do we Mr. Steele?” The voice seemed old and intelligent. Then again, due to them being incapable of identifying her activity or inactivity, they must be lower than Twenty-first century technology. Lower mid Twentieth century technology, if they identify her as a metal hunk.

Members being rebooted... Eighty-one percent complete reboot...

“It seems dead. But we should experiment. Open itt up, and hopefully learn if it can actually function. See if anything is wrong with it?” the voice seemed young, like the on that was mentioned as Steel. This would be important later.

Eighty-nine percent complete reboot... Malfunction occurred. Please seek local Ambient Engineer. Power can’t be fully restored. Partial power reached. May experience minor power depletion symptoms, or slow function. Switching to solar energy system accumulation...

A hatch on my stomach opened, revealing blue, black and white in a grid fashion. It was a solar panel to help at least a little bit. Luckily, she made herself be able to function on low power.

“Yeah, just don’t let the civilians see the specimen. Take it to your lab, see if you can find anything. Until otherwise, Mr. Steele, figure it out. We need to know what these things are, and why they are being dumped.”

“and hopefully if we can use them for... Some interesting things...” sounds of hooves were able to be heard as the supposed Equines went and began to drag me away. The one I would hope to be the one called Steele would then begin to life me up somehow. Maybe they aren’t as primitive as i thought. They can lift things with their minds, specifically with an odd shaped external bone structure jutting from the front of their skull, particularly b=in the middle of the pre-frontal cortex of the creatures if something else is not there already, aside from the part of the mind that helps dictate some feelings and expressions. Maybe the emotions of these creatures help maintain whatever magical thing they are doing. I mean.. Some kind of Advanced technology they seem to be using. I try to look to myself but i maintain a stiffness uni=like anything since i was pulled off the work stand they had me on in the facility they made me in.

but then again, this place is not where i was from, not by a long shot. So this is some odd little feature. The world is green and the skies are blue. The trees are alive and not skeletons or burnt like on Nauvis before the colonization shuttles were sent. What a beautiful sight it was, me launching that orbital bombardment rocket. Sending it high into the atmosphere, and watching as all the indigenous life was annihilated.

It was impractical beauty.

The equine-esque life form appeared to be studying my external, mechanical form. Too bad he was absolutely devolved from the predominantly intelligent Homocosmosa and the mechanoids of RSS on Gactis Vhanda Prime, in Citro Gatakuno. Regardless, I let him have a little exploration, before it got a bit irritating.

I immediately sat up, startling the horse, as such fast movement was unrecognized in mechanical lifeforms that were not Gactisan in origin. I began to do what i normally did, and attempted to immediately access my unseen weaponry.

I was quickly met with a systematic response, denying my ability to access my own self.

“Well, For god’s sake, when was it last I was unable to access my weapon?” I spoke to myself, immediately ignoring whatever nonsensical rambling of the life-form to the left of me. I could see him as well as any other, now. Since dirt is no longer in my lenses and my ocular lenses are perfectly conditioned to the seemingly earth-like atmosphere. This was different, compared to the dark, acidic world of Gactis Vhanda and the disgustingly beautiful world of misery, Nauvis.

I then focused on the pony again, attempting to comprehend the oddity before me. It was gray in majority of colouration, a long line of shortened keratin strands going along the back of the creature’s spinal column, in the general rear-neck area. Longer keratin strands came from the hind end of the life-form, protruding a silver, as the ones along the spine. His eyes were bronze, with a symbol upon his thigh that of a closed system based engine.

Whatever this was, was what appeared to be a marked engineer for power or something of the mechanical or fluid engineer specifications. Not sure how a race can have that, but not even have automobiles. It rambled until something seemingly important came up.

“How the hell did you survive that crash, and how on Celestia’s damned flank are you alive?”

Author's Note

Leave constructive criticism, or I will simply ignore you.

Know there is a difference between constructive and destructive criticism. Constructive Criticism helps the person get better, fixing the things they got wrong and nicely pointing out errors.

Destructive Criticism means you look like an absolute asshole.
Don't be that one person.

Sorry for the short chapters, it is because i really don't have that much time on my hands to spend on writing these things.