private The Abandoned

[MrMinimii 0]

"This pony is either a brilliant mastermind... or completely insane." Night retorted and braved the empty room now available to them.

[Croaks 251]

Meanwhile, the creator noticed the team's progress.

Hm, he thought, They've gone to a steady pace.

He adjusted his tie and continued watching.

Then, he took a look at that glitch. He wasn't able to access certain data files. He said, "Computer, something's stopping me from viewing these files."

The computer responded, "For good reason, sir."

"Why is that?"

"The original people who created me put those files in and locked them."

"Well, why would they put files, but not let anyone see them?"

"Because then it would be a big problem, Sir."

"Hm."

The Creator turned back to the screens.

While staring off in space, he thought, Man, tan coat dye smells bad.

 

Meanwhile, with the group, they encountered another door. "Oh hay. I assume you're the subjects? Or surviv- never mind."

The door waited for responses. This door was different. It had lights on it. Every time if spoke a word, it's lights would light up. It also didn't have a door knob.

"Well, guess I'll give you my question now. This is my favorite.

What runs, but never walks, and has a mouth but cannot talk?"

The door then again waited for responses.

"My brothers always say that one's too easy.

They think I have no intelligence because I'm younger. But I bet I stumped you."

[Shankveld 4,940]

"A river." Lovely stated clearly. "Riddles like these are pretty simple actually. The question tries to put humanized aspects to it like never walks and never talks, with mouth and run, to confuse you into thinking it's human related. But all one should really concentrate are the features it does have, mouth and run. Otherwise you'll get confused, since the brain looks for patterns."

[Croaks 251]

"Yup," said the door, "I guess it was easy."

The door then slipped into the wall.

The group advances further, and sees the same type of door, but broken with a large hole in the middle.

Two, ginormous, mutated beetles crawled out of the hole.

[Shankveld 4,940]

Lovely cringes in disgust as she slowly fades to the back of the group, bumping into Revolver by accident, "oh! I'm so sorry!"

[Coconeru 355]

Coconeru slowly walked to the head of the group absent minded, sat down on his haunches then a sad look fell on his face and his eyes gazed skyward. He let out a soft cooing sigh and then was silent, motionless.

[Aureity 3,054]

Ampyrion looked at the beetles. "If only I was back at the labratory, I'd love to analyze these interesting little critters."

Little probably wasn't the right word.

[Croaks 251]

The beetles hiss at the group.

One of them spits out a green-colored kind of glop.

Because of Ampyrion's bad luck, it lands on his front right hoof.

The group gets ready to fight.

[Shankveld 4,940]

Lovely gagged, "how disgusting". Why can't monsters ever be cute?

[Croaks 251]

One of the beetles charges at the group.

The other jumps and lands on top of Lovely.

Edited April 15, 2012 by Pilot

[Shankveld 4,940]

Lovely gasped as the beetle nearly crushed her. She felt sick. She used her unicorn magic to pick it up and toss it elsewhere, "could use a little help here!" She called out.

[biloh 33]

Revolver ran across the room to help Lovely stand up. "Are you ok?" he asked. The unicorn had the green goo on her. Revolver then used his hooves to try to take it off. "Ah, this is so nasty, don't worry I'll try to kill it." he told the pink unicorn. Revolver used his magic to speed up his knife and aimed at one of the beetles' head.

[MrMinimii 0]

Night raced in front of the group, dipping his head low and skewered one of the beetles on his horn.

Lovely was right, he thought dryly to himself, which is something I'd never thought I'd say...

Beetle blood ran down his horn and streaked across his face. He waved his head vigorously to get it off, sending blood all over the room.

[Aureity 3,054]

Ampyrion scowled in disgust and tried to wipe off the goo onto the ground. If this is either toxic or acidic, I'm screwed.

He backed away as he did this, common sense told him to stay out of the beetles' range.

[Croaks 251]

As one of the beetles died, the other was still a problem.

Lovely threw it off, making it stuck on its back. It tried to roll over, but couldn't. It's belly is exposed, vulnerable to any attack.

[Shankveld 4,940]

Lovely picked up her metal broom with her unicorn magic and used it as a spear to pierce the exposed belly of the beetle. She flipped her messy mane back as it's guts splatter everywhere, feeling quite proud of herself.

~

[Croaks 251]

With the beetles dead, the group advances.

The door fell straight off it's hinges. The group could see very well that this wasn't planned.

The creator notices this on his screens.

"Computer!" he yelled, "Some animals are out of control. Tey destroyed one of my doors."

"I've given the creatures adrenaline shots," the computer said.

"Why in the pit of hell would you do that?!"

The creator thinks for a bit and says, "Give me access to the files now, computer."

"Access denied."

"Computer. Files, now."

"I'm sorry, sir, but I have been programmed to keep them permanently locked."

"Computer! Now!"

The computer was silent for a while and finally said, "Yes, sir."

A beeping noise came from the monitor as the creator turned to face it. Finally, he thought, First I'm chosen to represent the goddamn group and due my coat tan, and now I have a rebellious robot.

The Creator clicked on the, now opened, files. It said the following:

 

Entry Number One:

 

My name's Reynolds. Andrew Reynolds. If you've been living under a rock, then you don't know what has happened.

Anyways, I'm part of the organization that's supposed to fix it all. We've spent millions in this. I've been chosen to represent everything. I'll update this soon.

 

Entry Number Two:

 

A few glitches have taken place with LASTAI (Laser-accessible service terminal of artificial intelligence. AKA, Computer).

I've terminated them for now. I think.

 

Entry Number Three:

 

The glitches have returned. I keep getting rid of them but they keep coming back.

I'm starting to think LASTAI is just being rebellious.

 

Entry Number Four:

 

I had an argument with Computer. Weird, I know. If they just gave me a pony assistant then that'd be perfect. But no, I'm stuck with this computer.

 

Entry Number Five:

 

Computer had taken it too far! She's terminated a whole bunch of defense systems and files. She won't tell me why. I need to stop this. I might send a complaint to the organization.

 

Entry Number Six:

 

This is a message to all employees!

Code red! Code red!

The computer's gone traitorous! I was sent a programmer to help fix her, but he died. LASTAI DID IT!

Please, terminate the test! The survivors have had enoughshshk:&/@9h/$39ksksksiqkz...?.'zna

 

"Computer," the creator said, "What is this? I thought I represent the organization! I thought this was the first test! What happened?! Thy didn't lock the files, you did."

Edited April 18, 2012 by Pilot

[MrMinimii 0]

Night stared curiously at the unhinged door lying precariously on the floor.

"Ummm..." Night turned to the others, then to the ceiling, "Director... I think your little 'test' here is a bit bugged."

Shrugging, he turned back to the available room.

You'd think conducting an experiment that involves capturing and containing several ponies, especially unicorns and alicorns alike, not to mention probably enough vile creatures to rival a small army, would have a better code of conduct... he though sarcastically before walking into the room.

[Shankveld 4,940]

Lovely was confused by the broken door, it stroke her as a tad odd, but as usual she ignored it. He's probably trying to throw us off. Lovely trotted to the next room, following Night.

[Croaks 251]

Computer said, "They were testing everything wrong; they were too merciful."

The Creator was shocked. This was all a trap. He realized that the organization was testing him too, if not themselves as well.

Before he could say something, the computer started alarming, "ASSAULT DETECTED. DISPOSING OF ALL ORGANICS."

All of a sudden the creator was being sucked through a large hole in the floor. He managed to yell, "No!" before he went through.

It was a long fall. He landed on something soft. It felt like garbage. He stumbled along in it until he found a door, which he knocked off its hinges.

And guess who he saw. The survivors. He grabbed a handgun from his holster and said, "Hello."