Stardate

Star date: 000853

>P.O.N.Y. requested that I write my diary entries like this now
>She says it conserves energy somehow
>We've finally entered Termanus 9
>I have been in this ship, Ló közösülés, for at least 4 months now
>My crew grows restless, but we should be fine once we get to our destination

Star date: 000854
>One of my crew members, Jeffery, a chef, cracked today
>Threw a good supply of our rations out the airlock
>We subdood him, and I ordered him to be taken to the psyche ward, but com had somehow malfunctioned.
>They threw him out the airlock
>P.O.N.Y. says I should calm down, let her take control of the ship for the day and rest up. I don't know if I can fully trust her, but it might be necessary if this stress keeps building up.

>We were attacked today
>A small rebel scouter
>Our cammo malfunctioned, our weapons were shot out, and we lost function of an engine
>It was an embarrassment
>The crew's obviously upset, I think they blame me
>I've decided to take a brake in the private lounge, maybe play some video games and watch cartoons, while P.O.N.Y. takes control of the ship for a bit.

>The crew thinks we're off course
>I asked P.O.N.Y. about it, she says we're right on track
>I told the crew to calm down, told them to trust P.O.N.Y., she is the computer after all
>Well, that was before we got stuck in an uncharted planet's gravitional pull
>P.O.N.Y. says it was a miscalculation finding this planet, but suggests we send down a probe to investigate it

>We got the results back on our scan
>The planet is inhabited by talking magical pastel horses
>The have not mastered, or most likely started, space travel
>The crew, eloquent as ever, suggested we force them into the Federation and use them as a sex slave race
>Real classy, crew
>P.O.N.Y. says we should try to communicate with them, but I disagree with her on this, there doesn't seem to be a point in it, how can they help us?
>P.O.N.Y seems upset about this, but unless we were in dire need, I wouldn't spend the time.

>Our ship has lost FTL engines have lost all power
>Fuels are all gone, must have been an unknown hole from that rebel ship
>P.O.N.Y. suggests we land right now
>I think she may have a screw lose
>I talked to Chewalski, the moral expert on the ship
>He suggests we stop talking to P.O.N.Y. right now, says her choices are upsetting people more and more, says there will be a mutiny if I don't "do my job"
>I decided to play some video games to get my mind off of it, till someone complained about a noise in the storage room
>I went to check it out
>There were horses everywhere

>P.O.N.Y. says that I told her to abduct the horses for examination
>I'm seriously contemplating shutting her off now
>None of our probes our picking up anything to use as fuel
>And now we gotta figure out how to deal with the horses
>Richards, the scientist leader, wants to experiment on them
>I told him to go fuck himself
>Someone wrote some pretty nasty stuff on my cabin wall
>Something about fucking me with a fork
>I've told P.O.N.Y. to go punish whoever was responsable for it
>After she dealt with the ponies.

>Things are getting much worse on the ship
>I found one of the pony's skin in the lab, like it was some sort of suit
>I've sent Richards to containment
>Crew members our outside my cabin door, protesting or something
>They want me to either shut down P.O.N.Y. or give up power over the ship
>I would happily shut her off, if I could get to the damn computer
>D̨͎̱̮̝̮͉̯̰̉̽͗̑̋̂̅͢u̧̯̿ͭ̿͌ͨ̈͘͢ṃ̵̡̮̠͍̺̲͍͋̑͋̈̍b̰̗͎͚͑
̋̔̽̃̔͌̕ͅ ̷̹̹̟̤̗̣̜̭̗̆͐̎f̨̡̮̫̓̽̿̑̿ͭ́ͪͅṳ͎̪̱ͪͪͥ͛̉ͫͩ͑́͢c̱͖̞̠̰̬͒̄̂
ͅk̡̻̠͕̭̟̜̘̜ͪ͆ͯ̏̂̇̑͞s̷̵̘̯͊ͥ

>I'm scared as hell
>There's a death squad going around the ship trying to find me
>They want my fucking h͇̱̫̤̖̖̝̭̒́̄̂ͪḙ̘̼̲̹͍̙ͧ͝ǎ̭͎͒ͪ̎̈́̎ḍ̮͐̉ͯͣ̋̀
>My logs also keep fucking up the text
>P.O.N.Y. is saying some creepy things over the com too
>Things like, Î̮̋͢͟ ̶̝̠͗ͣ̏ͧ̈́̋̔͟w̭͔̬͕̙̐̉̊͛̋i͆̃͆͌̐ͯ̚̚͏̹̫͘͞ḽ̡̧̗͓͔̭̳̆ͫ̊̍l̠
͍̳̣͇̮̞͑͛̅̄̾̓̇ͨ͡ ̪̼̮̮̘̻̳ͫ̉ͤ́͛ͥ̎ͥ̀͟r̴̟͙͙̥͍͛ͬ̇̀e̦͎̝ͪ͒͗̍ͬ̐ͮ̀͞t̨̛̤̠̤̻͍̐̆u
̎͌ͩͤ̓͛҉̫͔̱̩̟̱͔rͫ͑͏̞̻̩̯̹͚̺̣n̢̥̣͖ͤ̆̐̍̓ͦ̈́̽ͅ,̃ͫͬ͂ͯ҉͙̜̦̳
̦̮̥̲ ̵͓̪͓̻̯̤̀̂͒ͯ́ȃ̜̳̮̯̜̙̗̘͆̈́̊ͦ̕n͕̣̲̟̮͙ͥ̇̍̓ͫ̇̔ͨͅd̤̱̭͈̩̦̰
̭̋̌̍͒͜,͍̦̣̟ͧ͗ͦͧ͋ͦͩͯ̄͟ͅͅ ̷̨̻͙̞̳̹ͪͅw̢͓͕͎̼̙̮̦̓ͥ̉̄̇̒̀̚e̊͢͏͍̠̭̬̖̬̟͓ͅ ̷͕͇̻̠͍̽ͮͣͦͭ͆̒̀͝w̷̧̳̣̪̻̬̗̻̺͎̓̿͊͒ͫ͆̃̌̒į̷̺͉̫̦͊ͬ̆l̐ͧ́̄̇
̇҉̜̟͙̪ͅļ͎̤͕̦͉̬̍ͭ̌̿̊ͭ̑ͫ͢ ̳̔̌͋̈̂̍ͬͥͭb͓̣͖̙̹ͨ̅͐̋̐͛̎͞͞ḛ̱̒̿͂́͢ ̮̺̺͈̝̫̌ͧ̆̾ͨ́̈̈́̾ǒ͕̱̰̖͑̏̋͞n̰͖̱ͭ͝e̴͖̫͚̒̎͋͛̃̄͊
>But that's not the worst part
>I was searching around the ship
>I found a robot
>A robot horse
>And next to it was the horse skin
>Something is wrong, I need to find out now!

Star date: 0̷̂̀̈͐͐͛҉̢͈̲0̐̽̀ͫ́̅̓͊̔͏҉͍͖͎͚͉̰͈͚ͅ0̣͎̱̞̲͑̉̽̀͠8̛͔̗̥̱ͮ̊
ͮ6̗̩̠̥̯̹̅̾͒͒ͫ̓̅̚3̺͎̹̪̲̣̬̾̒͌

>I don't have much time
>Oxygen is low
>Ship is entering the planet's orbit
>P.O.N.Y. has gone m̭̜̲͐̋͌͋̐ͭ̍͡ą̵̥̾̾͋̊̒́ḍ̵̴̻͓̝́̄͋͝
>She wants to become one of the aliens!
>She thinks that she's an actual p̡͕̰͎ͨ̎ͩ̌́̄́õ̱ͧ͒̾ͨ͊͢n̈̈́̈ͬ̔͊̆̏͠͏͖͚͇̰̖̹y̌͜҉̝̺͉̰̻̹͍̘
>She's going to kill us all, put her mind into the robot I found the other day, put on the skin, and live on the fucking planet!
>I'm not going to make it out of here
>If any federation ships find this, please, destroy P.O.N.Y., and fuck this entire planet along with her
>For any rebel ships, ȯ͎̜̰̲̱̜ͨͣ͛͒̅͐̀ ̴̆̊͑̅̓ͧͯ͋҉͉͎f̧͈̘̺͕͍̮͛͆̍ͪ̓ů̮̻͓̦̘̠̼̎͒͛ͣ͐č̷̭̘̻̝̖͈̱͎̔̍̏
̑ḱ̘̘̰̠̳ͧ̇̀̓̚͢͟͠ ̷͙̱̮̞̣̅͊̈́̇ͅy̨͔̟̞͙̩̋͌͆́͒͊ͭ̆o̡͔ͥ͌͐͑̆̐ͥ̕͞u̶̞̝̭͂͑̏̀̔̾͐r
̷͖̉̒̀̅ͫ̕s̉ͫ̽ͨ̐҉̗e̴̩̖̯͈̘̞̊̑́ͨ̌̅ͧ͢l̈́ͮ̔͋ͤ͏̗̪͇͇͙̭͕̮f̢̱͔
͔̼̬̥͙̝ͧͧ
>And if any of my kids find this, I̸̧͎͕̼͔̪̦͙̒̈́ͩ̂̊̅̀̚͞ ̭̀͑͗͐͑ľ͇͍̦̭̫̬̂ͮ͡ͅơ̡̄̑̃͗ͪ͛̾͊̽҉͎̥̬̫̳v͂ͯ́͋̒ͮ͏̵̧̗̱͔̬͇̳e
͈͍̭͒̑ͥ̕ ̸͙ͯ͋ͫ̐̾̈͒͊y̔̐̑҉҉̬̱̖̼͚ǫ̫̤̞ͦ̀u̱̻͇͓͖̩̳̖͍ͧ͒̓̋̓ͭ̈́ͦ̚
>I'm signing off now
>Oh god...they're going to kill me
>Those savages I called a crew are going to fire me out of the a̪̮̤͉̳̞̝̞͓̒̉̃̊ͦͧ̍͢i̧͖͚̯̠̅̅͒̿̚͜r̵̷̙̤̘̿̒̂̓̽l̷̜̭̣̞̼̹̠͓ͦ
́́͌̇͝ǒ̴̭̟̂̔c͉ͯ̏̉͝ḳ͚͎͔̰̦̝̾̓ ̸̸̰̹̘̠̝̬̣͂ͧͣ͂̓͊̚
>They think that, in a way, that computer is "My Little P.O.N.Y."
>They're going to kill me!
>Please, if anyone finds this

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