Science Anon Story(HIATUS)

>Day Pluto’s Kiss
>It has been years since the last time you thought about Earth.
>It all came crashing back, the reality that everyone you know thinks you’re dead.
>You’ll never see your family again.
>That girl you used to like talking to has become a hazy memory.
>You are surrounded by small, magical, talking horses with all the emotional depth of a shot glass.
>It has been years since you thought about Earth.
>It has been years since you considered going back.
>...And you struggle to care.

>Perhaps that’s the true tragedy of it all, the apathy.
>Apathy has colored your past, everything before Equestria now only exists as pictures without color.
>Disassociation was your initial defense mechanism.
>While you have gone out of your way to try and form meaningful relationships with the ponies, you still struggle from time to time find something about them that makes you feel connected to them.
>At some point, you found something like kinship with Rarity.
>But in all honesty, both you and she are without many common interests.
>Alcohol, when you “invented” it, was a fun bonding device until Twilight got a hangover and got it banned throughout the land.
>Part of you died that day.
>You still brew your own mead thanks to a lie about religious oaths.

>”… Still Anon, darling, you could try talking to Princess Celestia about using the Mirror. Perhaps being somewhere somewhat like your world would help with these episodes.”
“I’m… uh… I’m a little old to be going back to high school.”
>Rarity furrows her brow then takes a sip of her mead.
>”Oh for… Fine. I’ve probably said this a hundred times now, but you know that my friends and I are here for you, yes?”
“I’m aware. And as I said earlier, its not that I’m sad. I just… I’m just sort of feeling empty. Empty and alone.”
>Now its your turn to sip from your tumbler.
“Its like I’ve lost my sense of passion.”
>Rarity slumps a little and leans on your shoulder.
>”Oh I know that feeling. My Manehatten branch is requesting new designs to produce, and I cannot for the life of me find anything worth giving them. I must’ve spent a week looking through fashion magazines. Even Underground ones.”
>Rarity shudders as she recalls something unfathomably terrible to her.
>”Gems… Sequins… Pastels… Neons… All of it, and I partially blame you for this, I find gaudy and unappealing.”
>You raise an eyebrow.
“How is that MY fault?”
>”Because of nights like this where we’d talk about life and you’d tell me about Earth and the fashions there. Equestrian fashion has no want for anything that isn’t drowned is gemstones and colored like a kaleidoscope. The idea of something sleek, muted, and elegantly subtle is viewed as tastelessly dull despite a lack of such things. And I hate you for introducing the concept to me.”

>Drowned in gems..
“Its not my fault you can’t enjoy your people’s culture after you caught a glimpse of this alien’s culture.”
>”Don’t be crude. Its unbecoming and grossly salacious.”
>She’s right, every dress and suit you’ve seen in Canterlot is like a ADHD kid’s coloring book. Just a tie-dye storm of colors.
>Like someone ate a pound of skittles and drank a rainbow slushy before puking it all over the dance hall.
“You’re the one with the dirty mind.”
>She gives you a lady-like slug in the shoulder.
>”Thats the other thing I hate for helping me foster, this uncouth mind that seems to pick up on innuendo that doesn’t exist. If only punching you would rid me of it.”
“Now THATS unlady-like. What mare of the civilized variety would even consider pugilism as an answer for her problems!?”
>Another solid hoof-punch to your shoulder.
>Wait… Solid… Drowned…
>Gems are silicon based, which means they’re basically super-dense gels.
>With the proper tweaking, an amplifier could emit a frequency that could reduce glass or plastic to sludge, in theory.
>Then another frequency could be used to re-solidify it…
>Or make it semisolid.

“Two things occur to me. 1:Ow. You punch like a truck.”
>”Compare me to anything that isn’t dainty and elegant again, and you’ll find that a truck is an hors d’oeuvres compared to what I can serve you.”
>0 Kelvin isn’t that cold.
“…Right. 2: I think I can help you get your subtle and elegant designs on the market. But, I’m gonna need some things first.”
>Rarity’s eyes light up.
>”So long as it isn’t anything that would require wetwork I can get you it.”
“Jesus Fuck, how do you know what that even is?”
>”Fashion is a grim industry Anon, I’m not the first fashionista in Ponyville, and if you curse like that again in my presence you’ll be the first non-pony to meet Spindle Bound.”
>… Okay then.
>The things you learn when you drink with ponies. Maybe there was some depth to some of them.

>A couple weeks later, deep in your sub-basement...
>Your prototype Resonance Breaker is ready for test firing.
>It was tricky getting the power source.
>This thing’s basically a heavily augmented Boom-Box with a magically charged crystal jury-rigged into the circuitry.
>The speakers detach from the main device and can be stuck onto the material you want to reduce into a liquid via suction cups.
>If it wasn’t for the fact you had to build this on the DL you would’ve asked for higher end materials to work with.
>Since the booze debacle, Twilight’s been wary of you doing anything that isn’t friendship related.
>You attach the speakers to a fairly large ruby suspended above a beaker.
>Flipping a switch, the frankenstein sound-cannon hums to life.
>You tweak dials on the device, trying to find the sweet spot.
>At first, nothing.
>You consider the possibility that since what you’re doing is violating the laws of physics, reality won’t let you get away with it.
>Sure, you’re using magic as the power source, an energy you’ve seen defy everything you ever known to be scientifically possible.
>But magic is fickle.
>Like Poseidon, that watery son of a bitch, somedays its on your side, other times it as if it extended its hand in friendship and you spat in it’s mouth.
>And then…
>The Ruby started to bubble…

>Sometime later.
>”Alright Anon, let’s see what you’ve got.”
>Rarara looks at the device with a combination of concern and curiosity.
>You pull out the beaker full of liquified ruby.
“Behold.”
>”Is that… wine or blood?”
“Neither, its a ruby.”
>She taps the beaker and watches the liquid gem quiver.
>”Anon, while this is nothing short of incredible darling, how exactly does this help me fashion-wise?”
>You grab a piece of fabric in a pair of tongs, dip it in the gem, then place it in a tempered glass dome.
>Attaching the speakers to the dome, you flip on the device and set it to Solidify.
>After a couple minutes you turn the device off.
“Behold, crystalline fabric.”
>Rarity picks up the fabric and inspects it.
>”Its like the cloth and the gem have fused! The threads have become completely translucent!”
“Feel it.”
>Rarity rubs the fabric against her shoulder then her face.
>She holds the gem fabric in front of her face.
>If you hadn’t known her as long as you have, you’d say that Rarity’s current expression would be one to inspire concern and possibly land her on the FBI’s most wanted list.
>Then the most ominous laughter you ever heard comes from the marshmallow pone.
>”Anonymous… You just made me the most important pony in the fashion industry.”

>Be Purple Smart
>Be feeling a disturbance in the force.
>A great evil aura can be felt.
>Either Sombra has resurrected in Ponyville, or that Satan thing Anon would make reference to has manifested.
>Somehow, you know it involves science and Anon.
>Your Crystal Castle shudders in fear of something, perhaps it senses the evil you do.
“Hush, my child... I will protect you… I will protect everyone…”
>”Twilight, you’re being creepy again.”
>[The Slave speaks ill of you… He must be punished]
>Yes… Yes he must be… punished.
“Spike, take a letter.”
>The small the dragon sighs and pulls out a quill and paper.
“Dear Princess Celestia, my subordinate has once again decided to say something he knows will earn him a beating. Please ready a new one, as I fear this may be the time he will no longer be able to put back together.”
>Spike looks at you unimpressed.
>[SMITE HIM]
>You consider for a moment just how easy you could reduce Spike to his base elements.
“No, Friendship Fortress, not today.”
>”What?”
“Now for that letter! Dear Princess Celestia…”

>Be Anon, master of the elements, catalyst of the gem-fabric revolution, and super genius extraordinaire.
>Rarity has been a busy little pony.
>A very busy pony.
>It didn’t take long for her gather the resources to begin the production of the new designs.
>It also didn’t take long for her dreams of more diverse fashion-ware to be crushed.
>While technically the owner, creator, and Chief CEO of Carousel Boutique, the board of directors that ran the Manehattan branch were more concerned with keeping stockholders happy.
>Thus, while the new gem-fabric opened up a cheaper means of designing more dresses, the designs were still based off preexisting templates.
>This brings you to now; Rarity is solemnly nursing a glass of mead.
>…Note to self, make a secret cache of various, flavored liqueurs.
>You may enjoy mead, but shit-damn if the taste isn't starting to become bland.
>”It’s not fair, Anon. I had it right there, I could touch it with my hooves!”
>You pat the fassun pone on the shoulder, because in some asinine way, that will help her feel better.
>There really are no words for the present circumstance.
>You vaguely recall the words of some probably dead guy.
>Something to the effect of, “Creativity dies when Greed fuels Creation…”

>”Was it like this on Earth?”
“A little. Though, the Board Members tend to be a lot more scathing when they don’t come from a world that treats Friendship like its the binding agent that keeps the world together. Though I’m still baffled as to how the liquid gems are more cost effective.”
>Rarity sighs in defeat.
>”You’ve been living here, what, 6 years now?”
“Something like that, yeah.”
>”…Actually, fair enough. As somepony who’s lived here all her life, I still have no idea how the economy works. Gems are so common place here that you can literally take a shovel and dig some out of your backyard. Gold was only valued slightly higher than Copper and Silver because the Gryphons had lost their Chalice of Wealth some decades ago, but then Rainbow Dash and Pinkie suddenly rediscover it… Thank Celestia all the Warlocks are dead.”
>Feel your INT score buckle for a second.
“What the HELL do warlocks have to do with the Economy!?”
>It would appear that even Rarity is struggling to formulate the reasoning.
>”Okay… Do you know what a warlock is, Anon?”
“A person who made a pact with a demon or dark god…”
>Oh for fuck’s sake. She can’t be serious. They didn’t.
“Don’t tell me, the Chalice became a thing because of an Eldritch Pact.”
>”Bingo.”
>Fuck.
>”Darling, I wish there was an easy way of explaining this. I really do. But there isn’t. It’s a cruel joke if anything. Basically, Gryphons made contact with some sort of Greed Demon or something, and in exchange for their magical abilities the Chalice generates whatever currency they throw in. Guess who’s coin they threw in.”

>”The sad part is that Equestrian coins became less valuable in Equestria! But of course, we’re the ones that have to forgive and adapt. Because Generosity and Patience is the best way to forge alliances…”
>You feel like this might linked to something else.
>Its highly possible the Board of Directors was the proverbial straw.
“…How do you know all of this?”
>Rarity at first looks agitated, as though you just declared yourself a wall of oblivious-density.
>Then she remembers who she’s talking to and slumps down onto the tabletop.
>”Gugh… There is no short answer. Equestria doesn’t really teach the cultures of other nations, thats why books like Daring Do are so popular here. My goal was to become a world renown fashionista, so I studied world fashion trends and history. It’s disillusioning. Gryphons more-or-less screwed themselves and us in such a way we have to change the way our currency looks to prevent overflow of the counterfeits. Bits used to have an Alicorn on them to symbolize the 3 tribes coming together, now its a Sun on one side and a Moon on the other. Word is that its going to change again, but to what I don’t know.”
>She kicks her lower legs and swishes her tail.
>You are getting some pretty vivid flashbacks to Earth now, like holy shit its high school social studies all over again.
“…So you’re angry because the economy is bent over a barrel?”
>That is anger.
>That is a level of anger the likes of which you haven’t seen since you showed up wasted to your ex’s parents’ house.
>”I’M FURIOUS BECAUSE EVERY TIME I DEAL WITH THOSE CORPORATE BASTARDS I FEEL LIKE YOUR WORLD’S BECOMING MORE OF A REALITY HERE! ITS BUREAUCRATIC, SOULLESS CORRUPTION AND I CAN FEEL MYSELF DIE A LITTLE EVERY TIME I LET THEM HAVE A VICTORY OF ANY SCALE! I’M FURIOUS BECAUSE THOSE MONSTERS-IN-PONY-HIDES ARE TRYING TO SHOULDER ME OUT OF MY OWN COMPANY -THAT I STARTED- AND THEY ACT LIKE THEY’RE DOING ME A FAVOR!”
>There is a loud slamming and cracking sound as her head impacts your countertop and her tumbler is sent flying into your wall.
>”...Its all Twilight’s fault.”
>Out come the broom and dustpan.
“Want to talk about it?”
>”No.”
“Well you’re not getting anymore mead tonight.”
>”Do you... really have to drink and eat meat if you want to avoid going on a rampage for your gods?”
“But of course, beneath my calm demeanor lies the heart of a Warrior."