Chapters It had been 10 days since the fire that she had died in. Although fire in this case was an understatement, it was a massive explosion that blew the her sisters dress shop sky high. She had been incinerated instantly. However, some time manipulation magic by twilight sparkle brought her body back to moments before death; it there lied the problem, by the good or bad graces of the fates, sweetie had died only when her arms legs, lower torso, spine, and parts of her brain where already gone. However the cortex conaining her personality and memorys where undamaged, along with her chest, but that was by sheer luck . A staiss spell was the only thing that kept her going for months. Rarity floated in and out of consusness, not because she was injured or anything, no it was because she had been picking up some fabric and missed the explosion entirely, so she had attempted to drink herself to death out of shame, multiple times
Then along came a young stallion, claiming to be able to help, saying that an ancestal knowledge could save her. Nopony beleved him. But the fact that he asked for no coin for his services meant that rarity had nothing to lose. So Twilight and Rarity watched as a new body was crafted, it fit over the old one, wires replacing nerves, biomatreal replacing organs, cameras replacing eyes, a small pump replacing the heart, and a computer was connected to the brainstem that allowed the controll of the removable limbs and the operation of the new organs. By the time all of the dead flesh and the spent organs where replaced, only the lungs, and the brain remained. All the other nessisary organs where replaced with biomateral. However only some where truly needed; A singel organ replaced the liver and the kidneys, that filtered what was left of the blood, only a small amount of bone was nessisary to produce the amount of blood nessisary to supply her brain and her lungs. The stomach and the intestines where replaced with a all in one unit that sent nutrents into the bloodstream. This left enough room for a hydraulic pump for the limb actuators, and a small radioisotipe thermoelectric generator to power her for about 150 years before needing replacement, The knowledge of how to produce these nuclear batteries was left to twilight, as well as how to provide other sources of power if nessisary. She had asked the mystery stallion if she could go through puberty and be as beautiful as her sister one day. His response was detailed and informative, revealing that although she would grow breasts along with her biomateral skin; she would not ever be able to have foals as that would reqire a functional uterus and that was imposible for him to replicate, the best he could do was a fake vaginal canal and anus. The anus was non functional as food waste was internally gasified and released through vents, however the vaginal canal was able to recieve pleasure, though not much else.
Sweetie's cameras turned on, she could feel the linux kernal switching from 'standby' mode to 'ops' mode. Feeling returned to her aluminum limb instantly, jarring what remained of her brain. Getting out of bed was always a meloncholy affair. It remined her of the fact that she should not be alive, and the only reason she was alive was because of the power generated by the small plutonium pellets mounted where her spine used to be. She sat up and started attaching her legs and her other arm; they where unattached before going to bed in order to save on power. Sweetie gave her arms, legs, and fingers an experamental motion; seeing no hydraulic leaks or pressure errors appear in her vision, she slipped out of bed. Her whooves made odd sounds as they hit the soft carpet, as they where metal. Normally she would have opened her window and smelled the morning air in a effort to give herself a smile to greet the day with, however she could not smell, making her mood all the more depressing. Walking to her closet at the other end of her top floor room, she selected an outfit, This day she wore a sweater and brown skirt, a completely ordinary outfit. Getting dressed was relitvly easy, if a bit more difficult, as her sense of touch was severly reduced. Giving her aluminum body a once-over in the vanity mirror, she headed downstairs. Rarity had become an alcoholic, going out for drinks at the end of the day, and having a hangover in the morning; so school lunch and her bags had been packed the day before. This meant that the cyborg mare only had to grab a single bag before heading out.
The town had only just gotten over “Don't stare, it's disrepectful” phase of disaster, so the cyborg filly expeced stares, she however, did not expect the virtual tunnel that the ponies made in their crowd. It was as if everyone had immediately stopped what they where doing just so that they could stare at her. Sweetie was no longer just a member of the crowd. She looked down, avoiding the stares. It felt like the whole world was watching her. Her pace quickened, and with nuclear powered hydraulic limbs, speed was not an issue. The world around her blured, and in this sphere of blurry faces she felt like crying, of course she could not actually cry, as she had no tear ducts left to cry with. Nothing would be the same ever again. Before Sweetie wanted to, she was at school. Everything stopped when she arived, the boys stopped playing cards,
Author's Note
will be shortening 'The mysterious stallion' to TMS, it is just easier for me.
Chapter 2
"Oh my!" Diamond fake gasped, "When did a manehattan sugar mill relocate to ponyville?" They circled her like sharks, making sure she could not escape her torment. "Yeah Diamond, I don't think fancy machines belong in our quiet small town!" Entitled priss oozed from every word that came from their gullets. Sweetie felt the schoolyard becoming small around her, and that was just what diamond wanted. "Especially when Cutie marks don't come on metal!" Diamond sneered, "And that means you will be a blank flank, forever!" Despite the fact that Sweetie had heard variants of these exact same words before, they still stung more than ever, because this time they were right, before she knew that her mark would come eventually, whether through crusading or accident. This time Diamond was right: a cutie mark would never appear on her aluminum flanks. And that fact hurt more than anything Diamond could say in an alicorn's lifetime.
"Hey! That's not nice!" A high pitched voice with a southern twang came from the schoolyard. "So, blank flanks, are you really going to take the side of this industrial hammer mill over flesh and blood?" A confused Diamond glanced at silverspoon, "What is a hammer mill?" Silver Spoons eyebrows raised for a second, "A hammer mill is a mill whose purpose is to crush aggregate materials into smaller pieces, and have multiple industrial uses." A good five seconds of pure silence occurred while Dimond gave a 'are you serious' glare to Silverspoon. "what? Just because we are bullies does not mean we don't have to pass our classes or be well educated." Diamond sighed. "You really need to read that 'tormentors life' handbook I gave you"
At this point The bell rang and Sweetie Ran inside.
With her socal rescue by her friends, Sweetie felt better throughout the lesson, not because the lessons was any good; However being an android does have it's advantages, this included recording, replaying, and transferring both in and out of her internal system via a usb cable. The consequences of this was she did not have to listen to boring parts of lessons, she could simply record such parts and listen to them later.
However when Cheerly announced lunchtime, things got melancholy again, as although she could digest most pony foods (as well as meat, but she tried to forget about that) However this did not mean that she could taste anything. this made eating a necessary chore rather than a enjoyable activity. TMS said he was working on a way for her to taste and smell, but the process of making the components required 'precision beyond imagination' and 'numerous and rare materials' so this was unlikely to happen for a long time. her thoughts were interrupted by miss cheerilee's announcement that lunchtime was over and recess could begin, all those that wanted to run outside did. Sweetie however, did not want to go outside. No would want to play against her, due to the immense power that she held, nuclear powered hydraulic actuators could outmove any muscle, and a brain assisted a CPU chip paired with full spectrum camera eyes could win any card game. Sweetie passed the time by reviewing the recorded lessons.
After recess, the parents of the various foals coming to walk them home. Rarity was most likely working on the backlog of dresses that had built up with her morning hangovers. So Sweetie was forced to run home herself. Running helped with making her feel better, as she could the walls of eyes that would form around her.
Once back at the boutique, a familiar sight greeted her; a metal cart with fuel cells on the bottom shelf, leading to voltage regulators mounted on the middle shelf, all leading to a surface cart covered in a mix of wires, a metal box, and 2 tv screens all wired together. "Aww, here she is the star of the show, Sweetie bot!" sweetie rolled her eyes, TMS had given it to her almost as soon as she had been activated, and at this point it had gotten old. "Anyways, got any issues that have been going on? magic issues? power loss?" Sweetie stopped to consider for a moment. "Well, I have been hearing some buzzing.." She was going to say more, however TMS had already plopped her down on a stool and had plugged a usb cable into her back. Sweetie always winced when that happened, even though she was not in any danger. "So, been able to cast magic yet?" Sweetie shook her head, even though her horn was functional, she had neglected using it. "Really? I mean come on! I went through the trouble of grafting a chunk of bone skull onto a titanium skull, do you realise how hard that is? Can you say ungrateful?" his glare mader her lower her head in guilt, when suddenly his frown turned into a smile. "Naw, I'm just messin with ya, it was easy as pie! you can take all the time you want."
Tms reached into the mess of wires and pushed a hidden button, fans mounted somewhere started spinning, and the screens lit up with a mess of text, "CMOS battery error? I fixed that, like a year ago!" TMS grumbled. A key was pressed and the text went away, replaced by a black screen, then out of the black an unrecognisable symbol appeared.
"What about the bullies?" TMS said. "How did you know" A look of shock spread upon her features. "Well I went to school, I know there are always bullies; I also know one trick that will eventually make them go away," Sweetie nodded, desperate for a solution. "Well it's more of a mindset than anything, the trick is to not care what they say."
Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter. In the dark, a cleaver was brought down severing silvery pistons and wires, A scream was not heard. when it comes to a computer, sleep is a mode, not a state. A killer slipped out the window, unseen by anybody. There was no blood on her knife, only hydraulic fluid. She landed on a small pre-placed mattress, dampening her fall. Diamond smiled, she could go home now, she had asserted her dominance; her mother, spoiled rich, would be so happy.
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linux@lifesupport: get sensordata | status update
linux@lifesupport: fetching package files
linux@lifesupport: not found
linux@lifesupport: get lifesigns | statusupdate
linux@lifesupport: heart rate: 6.5
linux@lifesupport: lungactivity: active
linux@lifesupport: brain activity: nominal
linux@lifesupport: contact Aux_admin
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In the darkness a match was struck, it moved to a wick; and the scene became clear. A workshop became visible, the light glinting off the oily and scuffed chrome tools hanging on the wall, A silver scaled claw skimmed over all of them, his scales glinting off the lamplight just as much as the tools in his workshop. The claws skimmed over the tools before settling on a pair of pliers. A head was placed on the workbench, it's glass eyes glowed in the light of the kerosene soaked wick. The claws did not bother to start the generator, he would not be welding today. another claw appeared, and interlocked with the other claw. scaled palmes turned outwards; and in a fluid motion, wrists were bent outwards. Soft cracking emanated from claws. A beaked smile formed in the darkness, it was go time. What was once a beautiful example of perfectly positioned hydraulic actuators, was now scrap, and was unscrewed and pulled away. New parts grew on trees here. So next when the light cast its glaze into glass eyes, the glass eyes observed right back.
The next morning the sun cast its rays into the streets, leaving everyone that had suffered through the previous days showers with a nice bubbly feeling. This feeling did nothing to curb Diamond tiara's sour mood. The reason for her seething rage was the object of last night's murder. Sweetie bot sat there on the public bench, smiling as if the damage done by Diamond had been wiped from the face of eqis.
The day was exquisite, so two mares chatting on a public bench would hardly count as odd, however the mood for the two did not reflect the observable mood. While sweetie's face was a facade of calm. Diamonds face was only just hiding massive amounts of rage.
"How are you still alive" words slipped out of Diamond's mouth like a snake would dispense venom, seething hatred with every syllable. Sweetie did not wish to return any negative feelings, so her response was hidden under a well practiced veil of traditional ladylike behavior "I do not think that it is in my best interests to give you the answer" TMS seemingly came out of nowhere, suddenly appearing with no fanfare at all, as if he had simply snuck up and sat down next to them. His claw rested on his beak, his eyes staring out into space "Well, apparently, your brain is not inside your head, and ole' miss murder here did nothing except cut off her facial sensory connections" His view shifted to looking at sweetie. "I really need to stop making schematics while drunk." The whine of servos made clear the movement of a certain robotic head, allowing sweetie bot to raise her eyebrows. Diamond stated what they where both thinking, “Hold up, did you draw these scematics before or after the explosion?”
both Sweeite and diamnond where both thinking, “Hold up, did you draw these scematics before or after the explosion?” A twinkle apeared in TMS's eyes, “Oddly enough I came up with the intire cyborg design before you two where in diapers. ”both looked at him with questioning eyes, however before they inqire further they where interupted, “As for the implications of that statemnet, lets just say that if and when you get a 'Unit proximity alert' you better be prepared for a...” a massive smile spread behind the hoppogriff's beak, “...reunion”
