Chapters Dr. Roberta Drake (Yrs 35)
8/25/1981
Florida, Orlando
7:30 pm Tuesday
Decided to go to town today and get some more rations and it went very well. Most people decided to go into hiding in the woods a few years back, so the stores aren't crowded. Also, since nobody was there at the register I just placed the money down for when the owner hopefully comes. It doesn't hurt too much if someone steals it because it was the old man's money. Dang, that man was loaded with tonnes of cash. Oh, I need to go back out to get something so I'm gonna continue writing when I get back.
I'm on my way to the store. I stopped to tie my boot. Whilst I was tieing, some jerks came in and tried to mug me with knives. Lucky for me, I always leave home with my revolver. shot the A-holes right in the head. (Yes, I know what swear words are, but I want these writings to be as child-friendly as possible.) They had some cool stuff on them too. Stole some more bread and tomato paste from them and now I feel like dining like a queen. Before I forget, I also need to get some paper to keep writing these notes.
Ok, so I'm back at the store now and I have a weird story to tell. You see, there was this little girl wearing a white gown and her like, she dyed her hair blue and she was asking for her uncle. She showed me a picture and it was the old man I shot. I told her he's dead and that the vultures were probably picking at his bones, and she smiled for like a split second. Guess she was gonna get the guy her self if it weren't for me. I feel really bad now, knowing I took something fun away from this kid. I tried to talk to her more, but she skipped away into some really bright light. SO ya, that's my story. Thought it was cool so I wrote it down. The most impactful thing of the day. Anyways, I'm gonna go home now. I know I didn't write much, but I promise to do something much longer tomorrow. I can feel it.
To who reads this, may you sleep well~
Author's Note
Hey, where are the MLP elements? Just wait, it's around the corner.
I get a little help from my friends
Dr. Roberta Drake (Yrs 35)
8/25/1981
Florida, Orlando
9:00 pm Tuesday
~~OH My fucking goD, tHere was a creaturer in my home that did a thing it helped me thatMo ld man HOLY FUCK~~
Something cool happened today, not that big of a ~~fu~~ deal. So when I got home, I thought about using the old man's corpse for experimenting. So when I went to check on it, it was gone. It was removed from where I put it. When I turn around the old man is standing right behind me. I screamed and fell down. He changed his clothes and whore some brown with mich matched sleeves styled tux with a blue head beenie. He looked rich, yet homeless.
He told me he was a fairy godfather and that my heroics and kindness proved that I was deserving of his help. At first, I thought I shot him right in the smart, forcing the stupid to take control, then he performed magic and I was sold. He made my lab turn into a fish tank and back. Dude was so cool.
He told me he took pity on me when he saw how frustrated I was with work. Man, after only one day of work and I already need help. Shameful. Ok, after he said that he told me exactly what he was planning.
He had created DNA of a creature that could be all three of the things I needed; It can work, power, and go with gravy. All I had to do to get it and the equipment I needed was to sign some paper for The Fairy King. If he hadn't demonstrated magic beforehand, I would have thought he was crazy. Ok, so after I singe it he snaps his fingers and my lab instantly transformed. Now it's got exactly three large clear tubes full of some kind of blue jello and a bunch of tables with strange machines on them. Then there was the computer. It's blue and black and looks nice, but it's only for creating these creatures that I will be making. It's only text right now with no pictures, but the old dude said if I make three successfully, will give me pictures and (as time goes on) more commands. And all he asks for in return is that I don't give away the secret of how to make them, so I'm not gonna write it down.
What I can say however is that I do need their blood to make more. Just one vile can make three, imagine what I can do with a whole body.
Oh, also he warned me that they'll age faster once they grow in the tube. The moment there removed is the moment they begin to age at human speed. I was told that life expectancy of just one was about 100-120 years.
9:30 pm
Ok, so I started the experiment. The vile is empty and I'm just finishing up at the computer. I made each one different to the other for most efficient testing. (Oh but at the machine only has female gender for now)
For the first, I chose the command "worker". The computer then gave me options of color and hairstyle, but since it was in text I had to try and picture it. I chose orange with light yellow hair.
The next one I made taste. I chose to make them blue with random color hair. ~~(wonder what they'll get)~~
The last one I made fule. Chose purple and dark purple. I kinda like this one because the computer had the easiest time handling their DNA rewrite. Right now they are just red blobs of blood, but once I add the new chemicals the old man made with his magic (Di5-c07D) I was able to start.
1:00 am
They began to squirm.
To anyone reading, this is my day!~
Author's Note
Wow, that was... expected, let's be honest.
Dr. Roberta Drake (Yrs 35)
9/15/1981
Florida, Orlando
7:35 Am Friday
Sorry that I haven't written in a while, I was just mesmerized by my creations. They're taking on a more cartoonish appearance then what I expected. They look like something out of a kids imagination. The power one has a horn, the worker one has har looking hoofs (also they kinda look like horses but smaller and as babies) and the food one has wings. I decided to take them out as, what I'll call as, foals and will see how they grow from there. I raped them in towels that I had. ~~It's kinda cute how I raped them in towels that matched their coats~~ I chose appealing looking towels for them. Also, before I forget, random apparently means every color because... Ya, the blue one has rainbow hair.
Ok so I'm gonna be frank with ya: I did not know what to feed them. Luckily, the old man gave me his number so I called him. He said that the species I had was 'pony' and that they ate things like flowers and weeds. That's good due to all the weeds around my ~~home~~ lab. I took some and they gobbled them down. I gave some extra to the blue one to help plump them.
I decided to give them labels to help me keep track of them when there's more. The orange one was labeled "49913", the blue one "7412303" and the purple one is "7311147". I think I might keep one as an assistant, use one form more blood, and then have the las be used as food rations. I already decided with one to ration, so I guess I'll have to wait and see how these other ones develop.
8:51 Am
Ok, the old guy called back to tell me some important things that I need to write somewhere, so this paper is privet. Do not read.
Ok me, no one's reading this, no need to spell check. Just read what you wrote. Don't waste time even writing this confidenc message, ok?
9:00 Am
I went out into the wasteland we call America and shot some people. If they knew they were going to b used for the greater good, maybe they wouldn't have put up such a fight. I could have used animals or something, but people are so easy to kill and I love there screams. I was kicked out of college for testing on classmates and my diplomas fa I'm glad to be heard- or well read by you guys. You make me happier every day I write to you future people.
I fed some meat to my ~~children~~ experiments. I had to force them to eat it since it wasn't their species diet, but they did. I'm their master and they listen to me. I own them.
To anyone reading, enjoy your life.~
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Smarter then expected, but no problems so far...
Dr. Roberta Drake (Yrs 35)
9/25/1981
Florida, Orlando
6:20 Pm Monday
After careful consideration, I think I will keep the numbers to my self. When a new filly is made I will write their number, but then I think I'll just say them by there colors or something I don't know.
ok, so in other news, I discovered the one I want to keep. I chose the purple one. The thing that made me choose her over the others was the fact that she was the smartest out of the group. For example, when I was doing one of my standard tests of checking how their nerves worked, she figured out how to work my scalpels and saw blades. She used them to cut her restraints and attempted to walk towards me. After that, she got my attention by pulling on my lab coat with her mouth. It was almost like she wanted to be near me.
I named her Twilight. The name just kinda came to me. I decided since I'm keeping her, I would stop doing experiments on her and teach them how to walk.
And a bit off topic, the blue one was very rude today. She kept kicking and screaming a very ~~cute~~ loud shriek as I tested her nerves. At first, when I did positive feelings she was fine, but after I stuck a pin in her wing when she wasn't looking, she just let it all out. The only way I got her to stop crying was to end the tests. She held to me like a chimp and refused to let go. If I hadn't known they couldn't have the free will to love, I would have felt a bit bad. But she doesn't, and I don't care.
The Orange one was fine. She winced in pain a few times but remained in good shape. It almost felt like trust. She didn't even struggle with her bonds. I feed them all weeds today. They've grown to the size of a 3-year-old child, I think I can keep them growing naturally from here. The Old man said they grew to the size of half a person, so I may want to finish up before they get too big. Except for Blue. I'm letting her grow for obvious reasons.
Friday 6:00 Am
I decide to spend most of my time today with Twilight. She's very well behaved, even more than the Orange one. After teaching her to understand a few commands, she was able to walk. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually felt a bit proud at how smart she was. I decided to steal a kitten bed from some guy's home and now she sleeps with me on the second floor instead of in the cage on the first. She's such an energetic and curious girl.
10:30 Am
The Old man came today. He told me to call him Mr.D, so I will for now on. After he updated my computer, he asked where the third filly was. I didn't want to tell him I broke one of his rules and got attached, so I told him she's in a separate storage room. He was fine with that answer, even if he gave me a few dirty looks.
He brought lunch as well. It was made with the meat I would soon be harvesting. I was mesmerized by the different colored meats and how they tasted. Escpeshily raw. Yep, it's safe to eat em' raw.
Mr.D helped me wrap the leftovers up and place them in the fridge. There was a lot since he hadn't much of it. He patted his belly an told me how grateful he was for someone like me to do such a good and well-needed thing.
Out of nowhere, I asked him where he lived. He paused and looked up, trying to think of what to say. He then told me he lived in a cottage on a hill next to the forest. I said I should visit one day and he just smiled.
I'm gonna go tuck Twilight in now so she can have a good rest. I think she may be getting sick, she was making strange but cute 'Mmm' sound's wither her mouth when she saw me. It kinda made me smile. Don't know why gibberish made me smile, but it did.
To anyone reading, may you find something to care about.~
Author's Note
Tommor's gonna hurt... like a lot.
Dr. Roberta Drake (Yrs 36)
4/1982
Florida, Orlando
7:00 Am Wednesday
Sorry that I haven't been writing much, I was just busy with experiments. Anyways, I've been feeding meat to orange and blue, and now they're full grown. It's almost time. Sadly, blue is not as plump as I would like, but she's still looking good. orange was very antsy about the equipment I brought in today. She asked if I was gonna do a new nerve test. I told her no because that wasn't what it was for. I guess I've never shown them cooking utensils Bbq... or anything for that matter... except for Twilight. She's such a great cook, even if everything she makes is a bit overcooked. She's the only one who's still a filly, but she's also gotten so big. She's a lot like me .
During my test with orange to conclude her strength today, she asked me why only Twilight has a name. I couldn't tell her it's because only Twilight was going to remain alive by the end of the month, so I told her and blue to choose a name. Blue chose "Rainbow" after her hair, and orange chose "Apple" after her favorite food. I asked her how she ate an apple and she looked ashamed. I realized that she must have gotten outside and found one. I needed to punish her, so I did the logical step of electrocution torture and had Twilight help. She was very eager to help me. My little sociopath. We electrocuted her until smoke started to form. It was a bonding moment, and Twilight was starting to like the screams. However, I needed to make a good example and decided to end the punishment and help Apple back to her cage. She cried and I show Twilight how comforting of a mother I am. Apple kept apologizing all night to me saying the same words over and over:
Rainbow was also very bad today. She asked why Twilight got to sleep in a bed. I asked how she knew about the bed, and she told me Twilight told her. I had to make an example out of both of them. First, I told Twilight not to make other ponies or people jealous. I slapped the back of her head and forced her to sleep in the pan tonight. Next, I told Rainbow not to tattle, so I sewed her mouth shut without anesthesia to numb the pain. I unsewed it an hour later and she learned her lesson. She had to apologize to her ~~mama~~ master as well.
8:00 Am Thursday
Twilight is excited about the end of the learning how to make friends. I promised her a sister of her choice during the next batch of ponies I made. She's also excited to try Rainbow. I told her all about how it was gonna go at the end of the month, and her smile just kept growing. She can't wait.
If your reading this, tell my mom I love her.~
Dr. Roberta Drake (Yrs 35)
8/24/1981
Florida, Orlando
10:54 Am Monday
Born in Brittion, moved to U.S.A in 1976 (Yrs 11)
Hello, if you are reading this, that means you must be one of the many future people wanting to learn about me for some history class due to what I shall accomplish. Very well. Today is the first day of trying to create a life form to help with the current state of the world. Of course, I have helped fix all this by then so you probably need a refresher of what's happening.
In my current time, everyone sees the world as bleak. We just finished World war 3 and now we suffer from winning. We have exhausted almost all our sources for fuel and workers protest due to the lack of pay. We have nothing, but I plan to change that.
The Government may not want to fund me for this due to it being "to inhuman" and "impossible", but I know it's what I need to do. I, as you would know, plan on creating a life that can fix these three big problems. It will be able to work, it will be usable to power machines, and most importantly (at least to me) it will be edible. Of course, it will have no will of its own so that we may fully control it, and yes it is technically born to die, but it will be worth it. I will continue writing later tonight.
12:35 pm ~~Monday~~ Tuesday.
I have been working all day and all I have to prove it is trash bins full of torn mathematics and half-eaten bread. I knew this was gonna be hard, but never like this. I thought I would get something, anything helpful out of my first day. But no, everything was unusable.
So I think I need to change my formula. Maby I can discover a new element that could do this? Oh, that would be so cool!
Oh, someone was looking around my secret lab (which as you know is in an abandoned factory that I spent an entire three years cleaning.) taking pictures. Of course, I couldn't let him leave and get me in trouble so early with the government, so I shot him. I'm guessing he was mute due to him not screaming, but I think it's fine. He had a nice camera, so I took it and now it's mine along with his wallet. His name was John Zwietracht. Seemed nice even with holes in his head
Ok, I'm gonna go to sleep now due to feeling very exhausted. I'm gonna finish my bread first, then get changed.
To who reads this, may I be remembered ~
Author's Note
These aren't meant to be longe page by page chapters. Some are longe, some are short. All will at least be long enough to be considered 1 page.
(Also thank you for reading my stories.)
Dr. Roberta Drake (Yrs 35)
9/26/1981
Florida, Orlando
9:15 Am Tuesday
I fucking hate Dr.D that old man right now! Remeber how Twilight was making' sounds last night? Well, I was giving her some weeds for breakfast. She was still making those 'M' sounds with her mouth. At first, I was still trying to think of what problems she may have had, then she said "Ma". I thought I was hearing things for a second until she said it again. "Ma, ma," they said with a proud smile. She was trying to fucking say "Mom." My first thought was that they weren't supposed to be able to talk, It took me a few more moments to realize that I never said "Mom" around her. The fucking old faggot must have snuck into my room and told her that word.
Originally I was gonna try and get back at the guy, but how would I do that? He was fucking invincible. He can survive a bullet to the fucking head. Maby this was HIS revenge for getting shot? I'm not stable minded, I know that, but this guy is a fucking psycho for this. What did I get myself into?
10:50 Am
After some thinking, I decided that for the ones downstairs I would continue the experiments. Human's have free will and love, and I still take joy in their misery, so why not ponies? And if they learn any words from me or Twilight, then that will still be fine. Speaking of Twilight, since I already chose her to be an assistant, I decided to promote her to my very own daughter. If the old man can lie, then I can break his fucking retarded rule about not getting attached. Maby if she get's lonely, after I kill the orange one for her blood I'll make her a friend.
Fuck I just remembered that I still need to make one for the old man. I can't just say no, he'll kill me. I'm stuck. He owns me now. I hate this man.
1:30 Pm
I've been reading some kids books I stole earlier to Twilight. She really loved the one about the rabbit, so I went back out and stole some more. Nothing is too good for my daughter.
I also decided that since I would forget her birthday if I don't, that I will make it tomorrow. I'm giving her a little bit of meat to make her age a little, and tomorrow I'm gonna try and see if I can make a cake.
Twilight likes to explore now that she can walk. She naturally, as I predicted, went to the other ponies and started mumbling baby talk with them. After a while, they started mumbling back. Perhaps learning a few basic words will increase the kinds of tests I can do? Ya, I'll do that.
I gave Twilight a doll lab coat I found in the forest and it fit's like a glove around the top half of her body. She's such a good daughter.
3:00 Pm
They're saying, Mama.
If your reading this, I fucked up.---
