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Dystopian Anon - Part I

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  1. >It is 449 A.F. (After Ford)
  2. >You are one of the ten Controllers, leaders of the World State
  3. >You are Anonymous.
  4. >The World State is the perfect utopia; nobody would ever dare want to go against it
  5. >Bokanovsky’s Process has ensured that the caste system is designed to keep stability within the society
  6. >Community. Identity. Stability. These are the foundations of the World State
  7. >The caste system is divided into 5 different caste groups: Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Deltas, and Epsilons
  8. >Alphas run the society as the upper class, while each group works its way down to the Epsilons, the brainless, idiotic class that are used for basic tasks
  9. >Bokanovsky’s Process has ensured that each member of each caste stays within his or her own caste, and does not leave
  10. >By putting the fertilized egg cells through eight minutes of X-rays, they either split, or died off
  11. >Reproduction by budding will yield anywhere from eight to ninety-six embryos, each one identical to the last
  12. >Dosing the egg cells near to death with alcohol, one can lower the intelligence of the soon-to-be full grown human to their liking
  13. >Alphas are left alone, while the Beta caste and lower are subjected to more and more intense dosages of alcohol, with Epsilons receiving the most
  14. >You are an Alpha Double-Plus; you are the highest rank of the highest rank
  15. >This is why you are a World Controller
  16. >Nobody questions your authority; all people are grateful to you and your colleagues for your unquestionable leadership and knowledge
  17. >And they should, for you have created the answer to all of their sadness; the substance “soma”
  18. >One dose of soma and all of your problems are gone
  19. >This is how your utopia has survived the past 400+ years
  20. >Community, Identity, Stability.
  21. “Reroute the power! Go now!”
  22. >That’s right. You’re an Alpha Double-Plus, that makes you the leader of the entire operation
  23. >It started when one of the World Controllers informed you of the supply of soma running low on Earth
  24. >The ten of you immediately agreed that a search for a new, more efficient method for harvesting ingredients would be the best option
  25. >Synthesizing soma has become less effective than it was years ago
  26. >Your duty to your people to keep them happy. That’s all it is.
  27. >”Sir! It’s not working, the systems are jammed!” you hear a Beta worker shout up to you from the testing area, frantically trying to press keys to stop the anomaly
  28. >You have begun your own testing in secret for not only new worlds for harvesting, but entirely different dimensions
  29. >This is your first test: opening a wormhole to another dimension
  30. >…Unfortunately, due to a few incorrect calculations, the wormhole has manifested a bit… uncontrollably
  31. >It’s swallowing everything that gets near it
  32. >You watch as a few helpless Alphas and Betas are sucked into the abyssal center of the wormhole, never to be seen again
  33. >You wonder what could have gone wrong, as you are pulled closer and closer to the wormhole
  34. >It’s pointless for you to resist its grip, you already know this
  35. >Just close your eyes, and accept your fate; someone will eventually replace you.
  36. >They always do.
  37. >They must to maintain stability within the World State.
  38. >One egg cell; that’s all you were to the World State
  39. >You were commissioned and bred to be a leader. They won’t do any different with the next one
  40. >Might be a bit disturbed with all of the soma you’re taking with you on your journey to death
  41. >It could be useful in case you manage by some slim chance to survive this
  42. >You’re lifted off your feet, and you are thrown into the center of the wormhole, feeling your entire body warp and squish into the size of a pinpoint while moving faster than light through dimensions is absolutely dreadful
  43. >You wish you had taken a gramme or two of soma before this happened
  44. >Suddenly, you feel yourself hit something hard
  45. >Too painful to move… the world is fading around you
  46. >The last thing you hear before you black out is a female’s voice
  47. >”What -is- that thing?”
  48.  
  49. >You wake up slowly; you’re in a white room
  50. >Your head is throbbing, and you have multiple injuries across your body
  51. >…Someone’s bandaged you up?
  52. >Then… did the wormhole experiment work? It must have been one of your Alphas who set this up
  53. >Though everything seems a bit… small.
  54. >You hear the door open, and steps coming up to you
  55. >”Well, howdy there, stranger! Looks like ya got pretty banged up back there, so ah decided ah’d bring you back here an’ fix you up!”
  56. >You turn your head to look at where the strange dialect was coming from
  57. >Some kind of orange… pony?
  58. >Your eyes widen; this couldn’t possibly exist. It’s unfathomable! Unreasonable!
  59. >”So, can ya talk? Hope ya didn’t bang yer head too hard…”
  60. >You eye the pony for a long time, just sitting there, mouth agape
  61. “What… are you?”
  62. >You’re looking around the room; that explains the size difference from everything
  63. “Where are my Alphas? My researchers?”
  64. >”Yer what-now?” the orange pony raises an eyebrow at you. “Last I remember, Rarity said she only found you with nothing else except for a few boxes of some kinda… ‘soma’-thing?”
  65. >Your eyes shoot back to her
  66. “Where is it now?”
  67. >Your voice is a bit frantic
  68. >”Uh, well, ah think Rarity has it-”
  69. “Wonderful! Where can I find this… ‘Rarity’?”
  70. >You have to get out of this place
  71. >”Whoa there, calm down!” the pony exclaims, pushing you back down onto the bed. “You’re hurt, and you gotta rest, alright? Just wait, ah’m sure Twilight’ll be here any second and she’ll be able ta explain what’s goin’ on.”
  72. “I already know what’s going on, and I know what I need to do to get out of here.”
  73. >”You do?”
  74. >You nod
  75. “Simple. I’m just… hallucinating. That’s all. You’re just a figment of my imagination, and I’m having some sort of wild soma trip.”
  76. >You stand up, getting off the bed, before once again collapsing back, smacking your head on the wall
  77. >Well, if it’s a hallucination, then it’s a really fucking thorough one
  78. >”Uh… you sure yer alright?” the pony asks you, prodding you with one of her hooves
  79. >You wince a bit
  80. “…I suppose sleep will be the best thing to be rid of this hallucination. Thank you for helping me in my lucid dreaming.”
  81. >You turn over onto your side, before closing your eyes and falling asleep again
  82. >A sound of her muttering something about “crazy as a rooster crowing in the middle of the night” reaches your ears as she leaves the room
  83. >You wake up a few hours later
  84. >Still in the same room as before
  85. >You get up, but you feel a sharp pain on your side
  86. >Must’ve fallen asleep in a weird position and cramped up your muscles
  87. “Now then, time to get some-”
  88. >You stop dead in your tracks
  89. >There’s a pink, fluffy thing staring at you from the ceiling
  90. >Standing there as if it has suction cups on its feet
  91. >Wait a minute… it’s another one of those pony-things
  92. >Well, looks like your hallucination hasn’t gone away
  93. >”Hi! I’m Pinkie Pie, what’s your name?” the pink one asks, bouncing down onto the ground
  94. “I am Anonymous, one of the ten World Controllers, an Alpha Double-Plus.”
  95. >”Heehee! That’s a silly name. How about I just call you Anon for short?” she asks, grinning up at you
  96. >This is a weird hallucination
  97. “I suppose that will be acceptable.”
  98. >”Great!” she exclaims, holding out a hoof. “You’re my new best friend, Anon!”
  99. >You eye the pony for a moment
  100. “…Friend?”
  101. >”Yeah! Friend! Y’know, someone to talk with, and play with, and- OH! Make sweets and stuff! You look like someone who knows his way around sweets and cakes!”
  102. >What the heck is she talking about?
  103. “Sorry, that’s not something I’m… familiar with.”
  104. >”WHAAAAATT??! You’ve never had any sweets before, ever?!” she exclaims, gasping and her jaw dropping to the floor
  105. >What is with the physics here? It’s all completely illogical, yet… there are some aspects that are logical
  106. >Similar to Earth, actually
  107. “I have no idea what you are talking about, actually.”
  108. >She shakes her head rapidly, before grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the room
  109. >With her hoof
  110. >The hell?
  111. >”We’re getting you to Sugarcube Corner, stat!” she exclaims
  112. >Suddenly, the orange pony turns a corner. “Pinkie? What in tarnation do ya think yer doin’?”
  113. >”Taking Anon here to Sugarcube Corner! He’s never had any dessert a day in his life!” she exclaims to the orange one
  114. >The orange pony shakes her head. “He needs rest, Pinkie! He’s still a bit bonkers from hitting his head!”
  115. >You manage to slip your hand away during their conversation
  116. “Excuse me, but if I’m going to be going anywhere, it’s to collect my things and leave this place. Where did you say my belongings were?”
  117. >You turn to look at the orange pony, rubbing your hand
  118. >”Oh, they’re at Rarity’s. She’s the one that found ya,” she says. “Now, ya need ta get some rest, seriously; yer not in the right mind ta be goin’ out like this.”
  119. “I’m going out. I’m getting my things. And I’m leaving this place for good.”
  120. >She sighs, and looks up at you. “Alright, I’ll letcha go with Pinkie. You take him over ta Rarity’s, alright Pinkie?” she asks, turning to the pink one
  121. >”Okie dokie loki!” she exclaims, holding up a hoof in the air. “C’mon Mister Anon! Follow me!”
  122. >You nod, following the bouncing pony down the trail toward the small town
  123. >It’s like an eternal visit to the Reservation… minus the savageness of the natives
  124. >There’s ponies… ponies everywhere.
  125. >It’s much too colorful for your tastes
  126. “What… -is- this place?”
  127. >”Silly! This is P0nyville! You’re in the land of Equestria, after all!” the pink pony exclaims
  128. >You remember the orange one mentioning her name… ‘Pinkie’?
  129. “This is so much different from what the World State is.”
  130. >You take a look around; the ponies around the town are all giving you strange looks
  131. “Tell me, has any human ever come to this place?”
  132. >”A human? What’s that?” she asks, turning her head to look at you as she continues bouncing
  133. “Well, it’s what I am. A homo-sapien.”
  134. >”A homo-wha?”
  135. “I take that as a ‘no’, then.”
  136. >She shakes her head. “Nope! I’ve never seen anyp0ny like you before! And I know everyp0ny here, so that would mean you’re new!”
  137. “I can see that. So does that mean that… ‘Ponies’ are the sentient race here? They’re the ones in charge?”
  138. >”Yup! Princess Celestia and Princess Luna are the ones in charge, but they’re pretty lenient when it comes to ruling. They control the sun and the moon, ya know?”
  139. >Your eyes widen
  140. “The sun and the moon?! How is that possible?”
  141. >”Magic, of course!” she grins up at you, as the two of you come up to a cylindrical building with various decorations on it
  142. >So tacky, too many designs
  143. >The World State has no place for art
  144. >Your society gave up the pursuit of higher arts for the pursuits of happiness
  145. >Art cannot exist without passion. And passion was abandoned due to misery
  146. >Truth brings change. Change brings instability. Instability brings unhappiness. Therefore, all things in the World State were made without expression
  147. “…Magic?”
  148. >Pinkie nods, before knocking on the door to the boutique with her head
  149. >…Strange one, this pink pony is
  150. >The door opens, and a white pony walks out to meet the two of you
  151. >”Ah! Darling, you must be the one I found earlier today. I must say, you were quite shaken from your… ‘eventful’ landing,” she says
  152. >This one has… a horn?
  153. “What… is that?”
  154. >You point at the horn on her head
  155. >”Oh, this?” she asks, pointing to her horn, “Why, it’s my horn, of course! Couldn’t perform magic without it, after all. Sewing clothing and outfits is precise work, after all, so magic definitely helps with it.”
  156. >There’s that word again: ‘magic’.
  157. “When you say ‘magic’, exactly what do you mean?”
  158. >The white pony smiles, and opens the door wider. “Come in, I’ll show you around. Thank you Pinkie, I’ll take it from here.”
  159. >”Okie dokie loki!” the pink one grins widely, looking up at you. “I’ll be back later; you’re gonna have an awesome time at Sugarcube Corner!” she exclaims, before hopping off toward the center of the town
  160. “…Definitely strange.”
  161. >”Don’t worry, she means well,” the white pony smiles, closing the door behind you with a bright glow from her horn
  162. >You eye the horn for a bit inquisitively, before deciding to ask about it
  163. “So that was what you’d call ‘magic’, then?”
  164. >”Yes; there are many different kinds of magic, from levitation, to transformation, and so on,” she says, walking up to you. “I’m Rarity, by the way. A pleasure to make your acquaintance,” she smiles, holding out a hoof
  165. >You smile, taking it in your hand, shaking it
  166. “I am Anonymous, one of the ten Controllers of the World State.”
  167. >”Oh, sounds quite prestigious!” she exclaims, gasping a bit, “Tell me about this ‘World State’,” she says, guiding you over to a nearby couch
  168. >It’s a bit small, but it holds your person well enough
  169. >She seems well interested in the possible ideas of a utopian society
  170. >You tell her of all of the glorious devices of your society’s creation, such as soma, which she has since levitated the boxes back to you
  171. >You smile, offering her a tablet
  172. >”Oh, I couldn’t; I’m not quite… comfortable, with that sort of thing,” she says, her face a bit nervous as she lays down on another couch across from you
  173. >You proceed to educate her on all introductory aspects of the World State, more or less of what young children would be conditioned within the Hatchery
  174. >She gasps at your mentions of how art is not part of your society, and that love, passion, and individuality is all conditioned out of the citizens from birth
  175. >You also tell her about how sex is no longer based on an emotional love, but a physical gratification; she’s disgusted by it
  176. >She’s especially shocked when she learns of what the Hatchery does to keep the castes in check
  177. >”That’s horrible! Limiting the children before they are even born… what kind of person -does- that?”
  178. “It keeps them happy. Think about it; there are no wars, no riots, and no conflicts anymore in the World State. The people are happy because the work they do is tailored to their intelligence and physical ability. Epsilons, for example, relish in the simple labor they have, because it requires little to no strain on their minds.”
  179. >”I suppose, it makes sense… but happiness at the cost of suppressing individuality…? Why bother living in a world where everyone is the same? My business would certainly falter in the face of such conditions,” she says, cringing a bit at the thought
  180. “Well, then it’s better for you to be in this kind of society then, I suppose.”
  181. >She smiles and nods. “Definitely.”
  182. “You know, you remind me of someone I remember hearing about back in the World State.”
  183. >”Oh?”
  184. “Yes; his name was John, but the citizens more accurately referred to him as ‘The Savage’.”
  185. >”Oh, my! Why would they do such a thing?” she exclaims, gasping a bit
  186. >You go into detail of explaining what you knew about John; he had been born at the Reservation, and learned from the writings of Shakespeare, contradicting the propaganda of the World State
  187. >Eventually, he could not take the conditioning of the citizens, and started a riot, landing him in confinement
  188. >He asked for isolation; however you and the other World Controllers refused it to him due to his being the one that started the riots
  189. >He left the city and eventually took up residence in a lighthouse
  190. >It was later found that he had hung himself, ending whatever connection to the world he had
  191. >”Oh my, that’s terrible!” she exclaims. “Well, I do hope his spirit was laid to rest…”
  192. >You shrug
  193. “We’ve grown to where we do not fear death; rather, we enjoy life and all of its pleasures. And if there is ever something we do not particularly enjoy, there’s always soma. One gramme, and all of the problems in the world go away.”
  194. >She shakes her head. “It sounds like more of a hallucination than anything else…”
  195. “It creates euphoria for those who ingest it. Religion without tears –that’s what soma is.”
  196. >She thinks for a moment. “It still seems a bit strange… to cut yourself off from the rest of the world to enjoy your own hallucination of all of the good things of the world, it almost seems rather selfish, if you ask me.”
  197. “Your world and my own are two very different societies; it’s not surprising you’d think strangely of it… you said your name was Rarity?”
  198. >”Yes; and yes, they are very much the opposite. I don’t know if Princess Celestia would agree with it either…”
  199. >That’s the second time you’ve heard the mention of that name
  200. “Tell me, who is this… ‘Celestia’ I’ve heard about?”
  201. >”Oh, she is our ruler,” Rarity says, looking you square in the eyes. “She controls the sunrise, and her sister, Luna, controls the sunset.”
  202. “I remember the pink one mentioning something about that. Exactly what is it they do to perform this mighty task, though?”
  203. >”Why, magic, of course,” Rarity smiles. “She and her sister are the most powerful spellcasters of all of us.”
  204. “I see. And how would I go about meeting this… ‘Celestia’?”
  205. >”Well, I’m sure that Twilight would be willing to send a letter to her about you,” Rarity says. “I can take you there tomorrow, if you would like. It looks to be getting a bit late right now,” she looks out the window
  206. >Sure enough, it’s nearing sunset
  207. >”Do you have a place to stay yet, Mr. Anonymous?” she asks, looking back to you
  208. >Hm… Come to think of it, you don’t, really
  209. >You shake your head
  210. >She smiles. “That’s fine; you can stay here tonight. I’m sure Sweetie Belle won’t mind letting you use her room for one night, she can stay with me. Speaking of which…” she mutters, “She should be arriving home by now. Her and her friends always seem to enjoy playing outside where they get dirty,” she shudders at the thought. “Not me, though; I’d prefer to do anything in my ability to prevent such activity.”
  211. >Almost on cue, the door slams open and you see three smaller ponies, completely covered from head-to-toe in mud
  212. >Rarity gasps, and she rushes over to the three of them. “Sweetie Belle, what kind of crazy plan did you three come up with today?” she asks, her voice a bit frantic
  213. >”Cutie Mark Crusaders Trench-Diggers!” one of the mud-covered ponies exclaims, grinning proudly up at Rarity
  214. >You assume that by the horn on her head, this is the sister she was talking about
  215. >”Yeah, Apple Bloom here thought we’d be able to get our cutie marks by digging a bunch of trenches. Show’s how much she knows,” another one of the smaller ponies says, groaning a bit
  216. >This one has wings, though; that’s new
  217. >”Hey! Yer the one who said it sounded like a good idea!” the pony on top of the pile looked down at the winged pony
  218. >You assume by her accent she could possibly be related to the other pony from earlier
  219. >”Now now, you two should be heading on home, quickly! Don’t want that mud to cake to your fur; it’ll take an eternity to get it out!” Rarity exclaims, looking at the two other, smaller ponies
  220. >”Alright…” the winged one sighs, before shrugging the one she called ‘Apple Bloom’ off of her, and walking out, tracking hoofprints of mud behind her
  221. >”You should do the same, Apple Bloom; what would Applejack say if she saw you like this?” Rarity turns to look at the other filly
  222. >”My sister? Heehee, she’d prob’ly crack up laughing!” she exclaims, before hopping off Sweetie Belle and out onto the trail. “See ya tomorrow, Sweetie Belle!” she grins, waving a hoof at the last remaining mud-covered pony
  223. >”Bye you guys!” she waves back, before Rarity’s horn starts to glow and the door magically closes shut
  224. >”Now, Sweetie Belle, we have a guest staying with us tonight,” Rarity smiles, her eye twitching a bit from seeing the mud on her floor, before turning to look at you. “He’ll be sleeping in your room tonight, so you’ll be staying with me.” She turns back to the smaller pony, “So that means you have to wash all that mud off, alright?”
  225. >”Yes ma’am!” she exclaims, before turning to look at you
  226. >Her eyes widen
  227. >”Wh-what is THAT?” her voice cracks a bit on the last word, pointing a muddy hoof at you
  228. >”That, is our guest tonight. His name is ‘Anonymous’. Please be more polite,” Rarity sighs, before her horn starts to glow and the smaller pony is levitated up off the ground
  229. >”I apologize for ending our conversation so soon; I’m taking her to get a bath ready. Her room is down the hall and on the left, you may go and see if the room will accommodate you,” Rarity says, before she walks off, levitating the muddy pony in the air next to her, the occasional drop of mud landing on the floor causing her to wince with each time
  230. >Might as well go check it out
  231. >You stand up and walk into the hallway, opening the door on the left, just like Rarity said
  232. >It’s fairly small, and… pink.
  233. >So much fucking pink
  234. >You walk over to the bed, it’s a bit small but hopefully it’ll hold your body without breaking
  235. >You look around the room
  236. >It’s… different. Expected from a place like this, but different from what you’re used to seeing in the World State
  237. >You walk out, and Rarity has since returned from fixing a bath for Sweetie Belle, she’s sitting on the couch
  238. >You see the floor has since been cleaned
  239. >You walk back and sit down across from her once again
  240. >”So, will it be enough for you?” she asks, smiling
  241. “It will do for tonight.”
  242. >She nods, muttering something about a ‘thank you’ under her breath
  243. >”Well, now where were we in our conversation before Sweetie Belle came in?” she asks, smiling once again
  244. “You were saying something about this ‘Twilight’ sending a message to Celestia for me?”
  245. >”Ah, yes; we can go tomorrow to Twilight’s home, she’ll be both interested to see you, and I’m sure she’ll be willing to send a letter to the princess.”
  246. >You nod; seems feasible
  247. >Actually a bit curious to meet this “Princess Celestia” that people… er, ponies, have been talking about
  248. >”Well, it’s a bit late now, so shall we head off to bed?” she asks, smiling at you. “Sweetie Belle should be getting out of her bath soon…”
  249. >Again, almost if on cue, the smaller pony runs out into the living room, bouncing around before running up to you
  250. >”So, what ‘are’ you exactly?” she asks, grinning at you. “You don’t look very dangerous, and Rarity seems to like you, so-”
  251. >”Sweetie Belle!” Rarity exclaims, “Don’t ask such questions to our guest!”
  252. >The smaller pony looks to her sister. “But Rarity, I-”
  253. “It’s alright, I’ll tell you. I’m actually not of this world.”
  254. >”Whoa! So you’re some sort of alien? Are you here to eat our brains and breed with the natives?” Sweetie Belle grins up at you
  255. >…What?
  256. “Yes to the first, and… no? To the others.”
  257. >Sweetie Belle nods excitedly. “Heehee, this is so cool!” her voice cracks again, “I’ve never met an alien before!”
  258. “Well, is that all you wanted to know, then?”
  259. >She nods again. “Yep!”
  260. >Sweetie Belle runs energetically towards the hallway, to a room on the right. “Night, Mister Anonymous!” she exclaims, before shutting the door
  261. >Rarity sighs. “A bundle full of energy, as always…”
  262. >You chuckle a bit, and nod
  263. >”So, it’s getting a bit late now,” she says, looking out the window
  264. >It’s night
  265. “We should be getting off to sleep.”
  266. >”…Yes, yes we should,” Rarity says, nodding. “We’ll head out first thing tomorrow morning.”
  267. >You nod, standing up
  268. “Thank you again for allowing me to stay here for tonight.”
  269. >You bow, a bit lower than you usually would since she is a pony and she sits lower than a normal human would
  270. >She gasps, and waves a hoof, “Oh, think nothing of it! I can’t let someone just sleep outside when they need the help,” she says, before standing up. “Well, good night, Anonymous. Sleep well,” she smiles, walking off toward the room Sweetie Belle ran into a few minutes ago
  271. >You nod, following suit, entering Sweetie Belle’s room and laying down on the bed
  272. >Perhaps after a good night of sleep, you will be able to make sense of all that’s been going on today
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