The Conversion Bureau: Eleven

The Conversion Bureau: Eleven

By General_H

--Prologue--

CHR Camp, Lake Union, Seattle, USA. 15:42 Pm, Sunday 26 March, 2021.

“People, I ask for your attention.”

The babbling mush of people about the camp stopped and listened. It never took much from Daniel Skye to grab the attention of anyone.

“Today, we are here. The last of the Human race sits before me. Ten thousand individuals, with hopes and dreams, standing and listening gormlessly to a thirty-five year old man who never learnt how to fold laundry.”

There were some scattered laughs, but the crowd generally remained silent. Daniel continued.

“As you are aware, in the year 2014, an island rose out of the Atlantic Ocean. A green and lush island, with clear blue skies and greener grass. The governments of countries at the time were bewildered. They had witnessed the creation of a new island out of nothing, and they were expected to make come conclusion, some decision to inform the public of what was happening. The global superpowers such as China and the USA sent in spy planes to find out about the island, but none ever returned. A few days later, a meeting of the leader of all the countries on earth gathered in Helsinki. The meeting was a failure, with countries blaming each other for the disappearance of spy planes and other vessels bound for the new island. Less than a week later, a creature appeared to the President of the USA. A white creature with flowing hair, wings and a horn.”

“The creature introduced itself as Princess Celestia. She explained to the president, the guards and the television crew that she came in peace and that she was the ruler of the island that had risen from the sea, along with her sister, Luna. She explained about the loss of life in trying to discover more about the island; there was a forcefield around the island and its waters that Humans could not enter. Only a pony could enter the forcefield. She explained the current state of the world, what it would come to and offered a simple solution: Conversion. She asked the President to open up buildings in the USA to harbour people who wished to be converted into ponies and live out their lives in beautiful Equestria. The president agreed to this, and work began on a building in Philadelphia to harbour conversion. With this, ponies left Equestria and flocked to the countries of the world, telling them of the richness and beauty of Equestria.”

The crowd was completely silent.

“On October 25, 2014, the USA opened its first ponification clinic. Millions flocked to the building to undergo conversion, with thousands more coming every hour. More clinics opened up within a few months, quickly spreading throughout the world. As time passed, the clinics became completely global. This saw two massive changes: The drop of population from seven and a half billion individuals to just three and a half billion, and the beginning of what would become the Human Liberation Force.”

"The economy collapsed completely, with most businesses shutting down as leaders of massive corporations decided to be ponified. With this, the HLF began to grow and change drastically. Beginning with peaceful protests in Los Angeles, it quickly escalated into a huge group that hated the Equestrians and their converts, believing them to be ‘traitors.’ The HLF leader at the time, Markus O’Neill, was a cruel and calculating person. He organised small attacks on conversion bureaus, storming conversion bureaus through the USA.”

“The Human population of the earth was now only one and a half billion. Humans were a very rare sight on the streets, with groups of ponies flocking to see a human doing something as simple as having a walk in the park.”

“Then it happened. The mass genocide. Bombs, carefully hidden inside conversion bureaus throughout the world by inside agents, were detonated. 37,000 Human lives were lost and 19,000 Pony lives were lost. Princess Celestia’s descision was swift. The totally passive nature of the ponies changed. Conversion Bureaus were shut down, and ponies began to track humans across the planet. A year later, Conversion became mandatory. Tracked humans were captured and forcefully ponified using a new ponification serum that dissolved into the skin. Celestia declared that the human race was too violent to co-exist with the ponies. The small amount of humans left begged their governments for help, but none came. There were no governments left. The HLF leader Markus O’Neill cursed Celestia and Luna, and made a stand in Washington DC. He spoke of the revolutionary war and of the fight for independence. He rallied the HLF, and called princess Celestia to fight him. A small group of ponies arrived and quickly incapacitated the HLF, ponifying them in a matter of minutes. O’Neill shot himself rather than become a pony. The HLF was defeated, the human race scattered and demoralised.”

“It looked like the end of the Human race. Nothing left but ponification. The future seemed bleak and lost, and I made the descision to be ponified.

But I woke up the day after, and said one word, a word that would change everything.”

“No.”

“I rallied the humans throughout the world, asking them to come to the USA. I gathered the leaders of all Human liberation movements, and formed the C.H.R, the Confederation of Human Resistance. We created a new country.

There was cheering throughout the crowd.

We declared our land to start at the northernmost point of the Rockies, to Seattle, to San Francisco and to the southernmost point of the Rockies. And we sent a message to the Princesses.

“If one of your precious ponies places one hoof across the border, the fire will be in the fern.”

A larger cheer rippled through the crowd.

The Princess sent a message back to us a few days later. It consisted of

“We will leave you alone. For now.”

The crowd was mute.

“I finish my historical anecdote now, and I ask you this question. There are ten thousand of us here, in this country. Will you let some goddam horses take our Beautiful Planet?”

“NO!”

“Will you let yourselves be walked over?

"NO!”

“That is the correct answer, my friends. We will repopulate the Earth. We will push the ponies out of OUR land, and we will reclaim the Earth. We are the human race, the most adaptable species on the planet. God created us in his holy image. We will not disgrace ourselves and the father. We will not give our lives and souls to them. We will REPOPULATE!”

“REPOPULATE!”

“We will SURVIVE!”

“SURVIVE!”

“We will rise from the ashes!”

“RISE!”

“And found a greater and newer age for us and our descendants, a GOLDEN AGE!”

The crowd yelled, cheered and clapped, and fireworks burst into the sky, filling it with colour.

“SKYE! SKYE! SKYE!”

Daniel Skye smiled at the sight of the people before him, cheering and hugging one another. Memories flashed through his mind. His father congratulating him on learning to ride a bicycle. His mother tending to him after he was hurt in a game of soccer. Comforting his best friend after he was beaten up by a bully, then the rush as his fist connected with the face of the bully. He faced expulsion as a result, but was saved from that by a man in a suit that came to his house, spoke to his parents and then departed. As more flashed through his mind, he smiled once again, tears dripping down his face.

Love and Hope.

The best humanity had to offer.

Authors Note:

It will get darker and more exciting soon, I promise. In the meantime, criticise me constructively and don’t be too nitpicky for Celestia’s sake. This is the first piece of creative writing I have written in my own time, after all.