Unexploded Future Lunar Revolution

Everything was the same as always, the shitty state of this place I have to toil away at from sunrise to sunset. The air is full of the fury of the average Joe as always. The one who leads us is a corrupt figure whom I hesitate to even acknowledge as a Stallion. He is making us work and work for the sake of it and the thighs of all of us are filled with held up blood from the silicon ejected by worn-down machines with flickering neon lights behind as sparks flew around. Astatine from over in the other wing has deep scars all over his face from the machines breaking and flinging parts all over the room.

I took a moment to catch my breath, despite knowing it would probably get myself beaten just for one breath. Breathing as lightly as possible I hastily grabbed a few scraps of metal from the capacitor production line that we all sought and desired as if they were the most holy artifacts in the kingdom. Lunch breaks are non-existent. Some desperate ponies resorted to eating from the bins for any scrap of artificial lemon skin. Just a few minuscule mistakes would lead to the sun not coming out for you. Neon purple lights came through piercing the window to land on my mane with the clock in the distance acting as a Geiger counter, nought to radiation, but to death. Gradually, it increased our chances of being returned to the prior state of existence before being Birthed in this broken nation with every tick.

I have a note written by a Stallion named Coutour, an old friend of mine written frantically on a napkin and hidden between the pistons of the machines, he said of his experience in the hospital for a simple bandage. “When a Mare, Stallion, Foal or Filly is in the hospital floor, main concern ya face turns from disease tae homicide at the hands of those “Doctors” who claim to be doing what's best for ya. All em fucked up crooks do it in turns tae turn the innocent into husks. It has happened all too much to those I know, and it'll happen to all who stand here if we refuse tae fight back.” I vividly recall him speaking of those who had been there for longer than he was. He said they looked like decomposing corpses who had already been feasted on by a feral tiger yet still breathing despite being in horrid shape. In spite of that, the only thing the doctors would ever do is promise treatment or money for participating in the company's experimental implants and brain chips, While leaving those who refused to die. Not to mention the Flies buzzing around the corpses which were hastily chucked under the floorboards by shady operatives or make them get a tracker implanted in their head if they defy the overwhelming, fatefully cruel odds of recovering naturally after several weeks of being stuck there with the taunting sounds of doctors. tae be honest, death was the most preferable option.

I got this detestable monotonous job because of my affiliation with the revolutionaries. They demanded me to get in the factory and tell them what conditions those beastly creatures put our exhausted, tortured bodies through. One singular mistake and my head is lifted off my shoulders in cold blood. Every single time a guard passed by, berating us for not working, or whatever other horrible things they came up with, their cold breath passed over my shoulder and laid a shiver down my spine. Imagining the cold steel gun lying there, pointing at my head as if the afterlife had a gate run by demons.

The final bolt was placed right as the clock struck 2AM. Almost every pony rushed to the worker accommodation on the floor above once we had been standing along a narrow pathway for seemingly hours. We sat there as the chief of production sat there mocking us as he read out our daily production totals. Only me and my best friend who has known me since I was a filly decided to leave the factory for a few hours to go get some drinks.

Stepping out into the frost filled air of the city of lost dreams, Baltimare, Equestria. The city covered as high as the eye can see with explicit advertisements. Pistons whirring all around in sync and the neon lights of the slums flickered in unison with the heartbeat of the city. Those Stallions and their Marefriends at the top of the skyscrapers lived in luxury, their apartment walls covered in more diamonds than an entire nation just a few years ago. Several puddles of water with streaks of a sickly orange vomit running through the torn ground blasted with craters of decay near the factory.

I trekked my way across the heart of dreams to make my way to Alluria, The busiest bar of Baltimare. Some of the ponies sat there for hours drifting away like ghouls into their own world. Along the way I saw many drifting away in the slums below the bridge as if they were slumping into a lifelong fever. Coming towards Alluria heading down the Victorian backstreet of old I found the aquamarine blue door to the inside.

The door swung open with a heavy click, with techno music from the bar coming through a blown out speaker. Right as I trotted my way through, a metronome on my shoulder came from the side. I turned around to the electrical box coated in a neon green haze to see a familiar face standing in front of me, Aria. Aria is the leader of the resistance organization against Princess Trinity “Hello there. It's me, Aria again. Leader of the Equestrian Revolutionaries. I have heard much of your exploits.” She said with a face of dry excitement. “Please, Take a seat, make yourself comfortable.” She extended with her usual voice. She was never a very talkative mare, but she could battle a bear a mile away as a dog.

The antiquated tablecloth was covered in stains from those long dead. The table slanted and the legs were barely holding up despite the rot and the surface was a pale dead moon. On the top of the tablecloth on the other side where Aria sat eagerly getting ready for this meeting she'd apparently set up was an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts and a superfluous smell of vape smoke. The chairs had old cushioning compressed by the weight of a million mares into iron.

I took a seat down on the seat, and cautiously anticipated Aria’s message. My hooves rocked the table side to side as she spoke her first words.

“While she got ready, I simply stated “Names Gamma. Your aria and-” She had cut me off swiftly and decisively, occupying the entire room with her presence.

“Hello Gamma. As you know the campaign against Princess Trinity has come to a fucking stalemate again. I need ya to fucking assassinate as many of those working for her as ya can. I don't care however the fuck you do it, choke em, shoot em, stab em, just do it and take the phones. I've heard much of your exploits, impress me. And don't disappoint.” I sat there and listened attentively while sipping a glass of vodka. “Go on. Ya better not fuck it up, its the last gun we have until we can seize sector B.” She said with a seriousness utterly incomparable, and the emotion in her eye of pure anger mixed with desire.

She laid a metal rifle down on the table with a heavy bang, causing the crippled table to finally give in. The gun barreled around the briefcase inside like Celestia's gemstones in a chest. The flame from Aria’s cigar lit up the corner in rusted air and the crowd sat there emotionless, oblivious to all but drinking themselves to the grave while pistons roared.

“Yes Ma'am.” Proclaimed towards her and I grabbed the nightmare moon bearing rifle covered in dark purple, looked around me for a brief moment before starting to stand up and tuck the chair in as a matter of politeness towards my superior.

I took myself down to the bar, searching for those with any sign of working for the regime. The dead, breathing corpses on the tattered stools with teeth protruding out their mouth and their eyes emotionless as they asked for another drink.

Their clothes were torn up by a beast from a novel. The cries of the desperate homeless mares and fillies made outside Alluria were drowned out by the cries of those who sacrificed blood and flesh in the hope for change. Eventually I found a Stallion wearing the badge of a government official. This was my chance to unleash hell upon those who dragged us through it and back.

I sat there waiting for the bartender to go into the back, the impatience of those addicted turned from dissatisfaction to rage. The air around them had twisted their breath turned into poison gas from within with the stench making its way up the ramp.

Everyone was looking the other way. I grabbed my knife, switched the blade and crouched towards my foe in the corner overrun by spider webs. I immediately started hacking his throat open and choking him as much as I could. A tsunami of red began flooding out onto my hooves, the same blood of the fallen defenders of the city who merely fought for freedom. His cries for help were drowned out by the footsteps of those running away in fear and the pistons clanging against the metal all around I seen the vertebrae inside of his neck and grabbed them out, yanking his head backwards.

Once it was done, and their clock of life ran dry, I dragged the body to the table like in the morgue and hauled it on top. I began to rummage around their corpse to find their phone. A few seconds later I found it and hastily shoved it inside my pocket as Aria said. I ran outside and scaled the roof by going down the alleyway and hopping from a torn window ledge to whatever was in reach. I lifted myself up over the old entrance from the attic ready to ambush Any potential reinforcements in a shower of lead.

The cold moon shined down upon our fallen land, our claim to fame and pride torn away by greed. The nearly blocked out stars never lie. It's a clock for how long we have left. It's a reflection of ourselves. The steel ladder behind me is as frosty as the deceased. We had deceived ourselves into our position of misery and oppression at the hands of those in power- BANG!

There was a thrash that shook the tattered buildings walls, interrupting my oasis of reflection and daydream. The door had been kicked down and I hurried down to the floor above where they stood. Five more stallions had just thrashed the makeshift building into an empty cavern, no regard for the innocent mares and stallions who called this place their home on the higher floors, all they wanted was me dead and they'd neverget their homes back. I waited for them to start climbing the steel ladder and my rifle pointing just out of sight towards their heads. Their shoes made of steel rocked the ancient ladder and the shouting ran through the air like a hideous mass yelling at its foe.

They began their ascent upwards and I readied my finger on the trigger a few seconds later their head intersected with the sights of my gun and I pulled the trigger. The bullet flew right through his lifeless eye. Much like himself being blind to what the people he worked for put us through. His brain was split in twain by the bullet exploding inside his skull and the recoil thrusted me into the window.

Blood drenched his comrades and stained the rotted wood floor into rusted over red. One of them hurried away in fear and the other two kept charging towards me like ravenous beasts. They ran around the room, I shoved both into the corner with the heft of my gun and rang out one more shot, going through both their heads and spewing blood down over the entrance and flowing outside. I climbed back up the building from outside and grabbed my blade and saw the final pony searching in vain for me. I clenched my blade tightly and jumped down onto his back tearing up his throat and flesh as he staggered to the ground in a daze.

I hastily hopped away from the building, overlooking them with my silenced sniper rifle ready to take out any of those fools who think they were criminals and send them off to Celestia knows where. I sat atop a tower overlooking the horizon, all twisted metal sprawling its strands overlooking the slums while glass pyramids adorn the walls like tiles.
Stallions with snipers looked down from above over the city ready to kill anyone who dares bring justice to those who made life worse for us.

After the job was done and all the phones were in my hooves, I took off to my apartment in the middle of the city slums. The smoke from the mechanics above flowed down into the narrow paths with a blackened sky distorted by a thousand years of inaction. I kept walking down while nervously looking in front and behind with a sniper on my back. But alas, no pony came. As my nerves eased I saw broken ponies crying on the side, completely losing all sense of hope for change. The neon lights flickered in a fading pattern through the smoke. And a lone mare playing on a ruined guitar with broken songs trying to sing through the pain of the strings lost.

“Hellooooooo! Spare change anypony? Celestia save us!” The homeless pony laying on the side of the street yelled out to the abyss while coughing from all the pollutants that graced the air. I stopped next to her and gave her a few coins. I took a brief moment to sit next to her. She was surprised but happy.

“Listen, I know this place is a fucking shithole, I'm going to get the old Baltimare back. With my life if necessary.” I said towards the orange and blue mare while comforting her with a gentle hug.

Her eyes glowed with hope, a pair of tiny old rejuvenated lanterns. I gave her a little hug before I set off again. She told me that name was Sapphire; Saphire Shine. She had a lovely cerulean blue mane and a neon orange coat. I took note of her phone number and set off on my way, with a new friend in hoof.

Advertisements were placed around the walls and even above with lasers firing up strands of sky with neon lights for advertising. Garbage was strewn across the path, to the side of me, in front and behind. The alleys to the side were as wide as one pony, yet fit two. A strong smell dropped down from above only getting stronger through the alleys. Makeshift buildings made from torn up shipping containers and structures surrounded the alleys with a veil of darkness and hardly enough air to breathe. Helicopters flew high above transporting those who tried to make a stand to an end behind steel bars and dungeons. Even worse is being one of the tortured souls laid to die in a oubliette where futile screams ravaged the buildings like ghosts.

At long last I came to the alleyway my tattered apartment was in and there was a series of incoherent screams coming from near my home. Assuming it was next door I busted open the door to the apartment. Before I could even take a breath I had been pushed to the cold ground next to the rusted metal railing by a Stallion in police attire. After a few unintelligible words from his colleagues, one of them in a bright purple coat and green mane threw a pistol at him. He pointed it directly at my head threatening to finish me off if I made any form of resistance.

Rage flooded through my hooves and I punched it out of his hoof and rolled myself away. I stood up and stunned the Stallion who pinned me down by stomping on him and I grabbed the rifle from my back. The purple reflection shone the moon with a purple tint upon him. I aimed the gun directly at his eye and fired out of anger. The other three stood in front of me readying their guns. I picked up their fallen friend's skull and threw it at them as those eyes rolled back into his decapitated skull and brain and nerves severed in half and arteries disconnected.

I jumped around the corner for cover while the enemy pursued me by running through the corridor while I shot those two watching them die in an instant. Eventually only one remained standing in the room standing infront of my bed and the cabinet with a fan ontop of it.

I hopped into his sights, I rang out one more shot to the head and he fell to the ground barely clinging onto the last fragments of life. Right before he succumbed, one last shot came from him. It hit my hoof and my blood was dripping out onto him. The last of my bullets hit him through the eye, right through the brain he fell down onto the floor. Angered from the shot hitting me I charged towards the corpse and stomped his head as hard as i coule as hard as I could.

Rage fuelled me as his skull collapsed into a thousand pieces and I dragged each of the fresh corpses into a well used dumpster outside after ripping off the steel armor for my own gain which revealed the torn skin underneath which I had to peel away to unstuck the armour from the sweat that had glued it to their bodies. I was prepared and ready to use my new armour and equipment so I could bring stealth to my guerilla campaign to free the city and the country which got robbed from us.

I came back in from the paralyzing cold air outside and barricaded the door using whatever I could find lying around; boxes, crates, anything really. I wrapped myself in a well used blanket and turned on the good old television. And there was Alluria! The stand I made against those who I despised the most in this world of the lost and fanatical had broken through.

My wave of excitement was supplemented for a brief moment by undertones of what arsenal they would use to retaliate against me. After a few seconds of quiet contemplation where the fans roared in the background and the colors blasted from a panel of light I began to open my mouth, ready to whisper a few simple words to myself.

“This is precisely what I must do, it is my destiny to help my people and bring justice back, unfettered by propaganda and the desires of those pulling the strings. This is my destiny.” I said with emotion flowing through me as I clenched my hooves and lifted them up to my face while stomping on a propaganda poster outside.

With myself being satisfied at the realization I stood up and looked out the window. Cold air and the sulfur smell came blasting through. For the first time in months, the moon broke through the thickened smoke and sky.

The desperate stayed outside shivering away again and again and those hooked on the drugs in our food and were forced to have stumbled aimlessly around the alleys making groans like a broken machine or wailing around. There is hardly anything left for us here, taken away by others with greed while we're burdened with mortality and having to stay in our lives, there's nothing alright here. There's nothing to lose by giving our lives to resist their tyranny.

The city kept breathing through the night while pistons roared in the distance. The armor of those who died at my hand lay there in the corner with the blood slowly drying up like rust next to the drawers and shelves which were filled to the brim with knives and tools. I felt the life being pulled out and being siphoned into those up at the top, totally at their service with no accountability or justice brought due to the corrupt Alicorns.

I took myself to the bed and wrapped up the wound in a bandage after cleaning the wound with whatever I had. It was still painful to apply pressure or touch it, but for now at least it was fine. I wrapped back up in velvet blankets and cuddled into a pillow. Light and electricity had not worked for days and the power was redirected to the ones in the glass monoliths. I shut my eyes and fell down into a deep sleep on my mattress and the cold air breathed through the curtains onto my face and the steel floor and stitched together amalgamated walls. And together me and the blankets fell into darkness and sleep.