Winds of color, book 1: Digging up the past

It was just another day for the worn down behemoth of stone and metal that ran the laboratories of its installment. The ground under its large swaying ceiling mounted body that was tear drop in shape with eight large arms was overgrown in fungus and other various unimportant plant lives that thrived in the deep underground cave of what used to be a town. It stopped scanning another pod that its makers had created with the task of storing living equines for long periods of time. The automaton simply known as "The Machine" by its creators checked yet again in its three thousandth, two hundred and eighty fourth year of service continued to do what it was assigned to. Maintain the life support pods Until deemed otherwise. It moved on to the next pod and scanned its contents by extending a narrow tube that came out of one of its eight arms Claws into an port of the pod under a hoof scanner that was broken.

///Analyzing Data///

Subject serial number: 198E201U938P

Subject name: Data jack

Subject Rank: Head Engineer

Subject class: Earth pony

Subject status: Deceased

The construct withdrew its cord limb deactivating the chamber of the deceased unicorn faintly seen within; no longer seeing a purpose for the machine to waste what little energy was left running in the miserable ruins. The pony inside had looked to have been struggling to escape its broken Stasis pod, not that the machine cared, the Pegasus known as data jack was just another statistic to it. It moved on its rotating disk clinging into the ceiling moving past other broken pods already marked by its previous visits when it spotted something out of the corner of its micro-optic systems. Another pod, but this one was still on, and there wasn’t a track leading towards it. It halted, turning its bulky center piece that was hanging from the rotary gyros to fix its position and stare at the pod reevaluating how to reach it. It started moving towards it unaware of the missing track which dislodged it onto its eight central arms, half of which snapped with a loud series of twangs and screeching metal, the arms not meant for the load they suddenly found themselves bearing.

The machine paused again; the pod was only a few meters away. And it was unable to get any closer without its Rotary disk to propel it how would it move? Its own answer came when an minor subscript in its core brought up the data of an Spider crawling. The Machines central processors pulled up a blueprint of it and crossed out four legs on its own data, the four that were broken detached, not much more then dead weight to its logical thinking pattern. it then began to drag itself and push itself along the floor with its remaining limbs.  With the floor slowly cracking beneath it The Machine finaly inserted is cord into the pods Interface. Noting that the purple maned pony within still had a near black coat covering flesh rather than the last several occupants various states of decomposition, stating to it that either the subject within was alive or recently deceased.

///Analyzing Data///

Subject serial number:197E1010U330P

Subject name: Iridescence T. Wind

Subject Rank: DATA EXPUNGED

Subject class: Unicorn

Subject status: Alive, 75% healthy 25% dehydrated.

Requesting Release for pod restock.

The Machine spoke once with a degraded vocal unit that made it sound more of a growl of static then its standard brand gentle-stallion voice of many a year ago, "Release Accepted". Then it fell through the stone floor of bricks that were not able to support its half ton frame, disappearing into the floors below breaking each one until reaching ground level, completely destroyed and shattered into unrecognizable chunks of metal and stone. The pod began to hum.

The surrounding environment prepared itself for the equines release, Rusty cooking machines began preparing Spoiled food and overgrown Fungus, the few remaining service bots accidently committing suicide like gerbils as they ran off the edge of the newly formed pit at an edge of the stasis pod. And the broken water hose cracked from age connecting to the pod began flowing fresh water channeled in from the surface. beginning at brown and green as plants and dirt was flushed through the pipe and then clearing as a hose of compressed water broke the cracked pipe and hosed quietly onto the brick floor slowly streaming into the hole The Machine made. Falling past countess floors each with an unknown amount of pods deactivated to the floors below.