Anonymous X: Initialize

>It is the year 2125
>Corporations run the world, cybernetic augmentations are the norm, space travel has been developed to the point where FTL travel is possible, and people near certain radioactive plants develop psychic powers, and censorship of unpopular opinions is commonplace
>Earth is a massive city planet
>Cities exist in the sky, the land, and the sea
>There are no more farms, no more trees, no more natural wonders
>Every last resource has been scraped up from the ends of the world
>Agri-worlds and mining planets keep the masses content
>Government is a joke, as the CEOs of the major companies grease the wheels
>But we do not have time for that
>In a section of the City-Planet, we zoom in
>It is currently night, and you currently sit at a bench near the warehouse district, a metallic suitcase next to you
>You are wearing simple clothes, a black t-shirt and jeans, as well as some black shoes with a red stripe going down them
>Your name is Anonymous X
>And this is your story


>You were born to a rich family and as soon as you could walk, talk, read and write, you were cast to the rocks, more or less
>The family was trying to have a child with Psi abilities, and you didn't break the mold
>Your 'mother' was kind enough to give you some money to keep you on your feet
>And half of it was gone when you got mugged by a Troll, massive humans who have strength augmentations that enlarge their arms and accelerate body hair growth
>You were alone in the cold, dark slums of the city of birth, and you were scared
>But thankfully, a band of kids and teens who were also orphans scooped you up
>They taught you the ways of the street
>How to lie, swindle, steal, cheat, and survive
>From an early age, you had a talent in freerunning, parkour and all things acrobatic and related to speed, earning you the moniker 'Brat Out of Hell', because you ran like one
>You became the eyes and ears of the group, scouting out ahead and earning intel
>You were invaluable to the group, and your talent only grew with age
>And as you started to get bigger, you started to get more noticeable
>And eyes were upon you

>Then you were in your teens, the group got bold and wanted to try to steal from a Corporation
>A deal was going down between two Corporations, and a large amount of money was being exchanged
>It would be a blackjack operation: Send out an adorable little ragamuffin to distract the traders, have two of our  muscleheads knock them out, and reap the rewards
>You were currently climbing up a fire escape stealthily, getting to the roof of a building across the street from the deal
>Two armored cars pulled up, and the suits filed out, talking small talk
>With your binoculars, you spied on them
>The suits didn't seem to have any weapons on them, but were wearing large overcoats and concealing their eyes and faces
>Might be augs, couldn't tell
>You quietly radio this into the group, and the plan is sent into action
>And then things went right to hell
>The raggamuffin was sent out, and subsequently shot in the head with a silenced pistol
>Your eyes widened, and you urged the leader to abort
>Your signal was jammed, and the muscleheads quickly came into play
>They didn't have a chance against the concealed carbon blades the aug-suits had and were carved into bloody chunks
>And then they all looked at you
>'If this childsplay is done, come down with your hands up. Otherwise, we will not hesitate to kill you and your 'family.''
>The voice came from the radio
>Shit, they must have been really augged out
>You climbed down and met with the suits, and that was the day your life changed forever

>Over the years, you became a tool for them, going where they could nmot
>You were a courier of sorts, traveling to and from the corners of the city as fast as you good, delivering and getting augmentation goods for your company
>Most of it was experimental, illegal, or dangerous, and they couldn't sell it openly
>That or they had customers who would prefer to remain hidden and install their upgrades in private, for various reasons
>You hated it, but they held your 'family' over your head, and you couldn't bear to have them die
>You were a tool for the Corporations, the antithesis of the free spirited ideals of your group
>You would run, but they would find you
>You knew they would
>You coped with it, even accepting some of the augmentations they gave you
>Better stamina, a HUD ingrained into your eyes, harder skin, the ability to run on an hour of sleep
>You looked like a Natch since it was all sub-dermal and subtle
>They were good at inconspicuous upgrades, something you were all too familiar with
>You sigh, and shake your head
>Enough of the past. Need to think of the present


>You are currently on a job that is a bit out of your norm
>You are delivering a sample of Elerium-115 to a gang called 'The Researchers', who were paying out the nose and ears and mouth for it
>Thus is the reason for the metallic case, to shield the radioactive particles it emitted
>You weren't quite sure why they had you deliver this, since they had a runner for radioactive materials already
>You were called the best runner in the company, and they 'couldn't trust anyone else.'
>You shrugged, bringing up the clock in your eye-HUD
>It showed 11:55, and you stood, taking your case with you
>You switched on your nightvision and made your way down to the warehouse you were supposed to be in
>Warehouse 13
>No light coming from inside, but you can't quite see through the windows, even with your nightvision
>Windows must be painted over or something
>You knock on the door, using the Morse code given to you by your boss
>A panel of the door slides open, and a long metallic pipe extends
>Panic.jpg
>You can't react fast enough, and a dart shoots out
>It hits your arm, and your vision blurs, your HUD alerting you of sleeping toxin in your bloodstream
'You don't say. . .'
>You fall to the ground like a sack of bricks


>Some time later, you wake up inside the warehouse
>You think
>You are in a glass chamber, strapped to a table, which is vertically positioned
>Your feet just above the glass floor of the chamber, and you can see an Elerium-115 core humming bellow you
>In front of you, you see people in lab coats, all with various amounts of visible augs on them, fiddling with all sorts of equipment
>You want to shout at them, but you realize you are gagged
>Your HUD blinks with an envelope icon, signalling you have a message
>You open it up, and your heart sinks.
>'The Corporation thanks you for your hard work. With this new teleporation device, we can safely send packages to our clients without risking valuable human resources. After the conclusion of this test, your contract will be terminated. We wish you the best.'
>Backstabbing cockmongling thundercunts
>You figured this would happen, but not like this
>To think you were the catalyst that would spell disaster for all runners everywhere
>The irony was killing you, and soon the device would as well
>Teleportation devices had 30% success rates, and that's being generous, and decreases with the complexity of the thing being sent and the distance transported
>You figure you were going to end up back in the Boss' office, and be summarily executed, or be peeled apart atom by atom by the failed teleportation
>You REALLY hope the former happens

>The researchers clear out of the room, and you hear blast doors closing
>They obviously didn't have much confidence in this device
>Even if this thing failed, the cards were in their favor
>They could refine it, make it better, and then sacrifice another runner until it was perfect
>You were just another sheep to the slaughter
>You cursed as loud as you could, but it fell on deaf ears
>You could hear the machinery power up, and see the core starting to spin faster and faster
>A monitor outside your chamber had a display on it, showing numbers and readings, the most prominent being a readout saying '15%'
>You sighed, closing your eyes
>It hummed faster and faster, starting to glow
>50%
>Your eye-hud started to warn you about hazardous radiation levels, but that didn't matter, you'd be dead soon anyway
>75%
>Faster and faster still, the chamber filling with light, and a small funnel in space in time appearing before you
>100%
>The funnel seemed to shift and swirl, changing in flux and size, and you could see smoke coming out of some of the machines, and the monitor had red !'s on it
>115%, error  error overload overload
>You let out a muffled scream of terror as the core explodes from beneath you, filling your world with blinding light and then plunging you into darkness
>And this is where your story ends

>Or perhaps you are not so lucky
>You are dead
>Or at least, close
>Your eye-hud is broken and you can't see anything
>you can't feel your legs, the scent of burnt flesh fills your nostrils, and you can see a chunk of the Elerium-115 jutting from your chest, still glowing
>It missed your heart by a fraction, but that was the least of your worries
>You pondered as you were in this void
>Was the teleporation successful?
>Were you just in some kind of stasis right before death, and you would be dead on arrival to where ever you being flung across space too?
>You would chuckle, but you can't seem to make a sound
>Everything is black, and you can't talk
>You are dead by all accounts
>And yet, you feel something
>A warm, soft presence
>A Psi, perhaps. A very powerful one if even you could sense their presence this far into death
>You could feel forces tugging on you, pushing and pulling and lifting you
>It was strange, but you could not ponder much longer, as you felt the presence fade, and you with it

>You awoken to a strange sight
>You were not fully awake, but conscious
>Everything had a blue color to it, and two shadows with large eyes were looking down on you, the space around them filled with a piercing white
>'. . .Alive. Brain activity. . .'
>'. . worked? OH my. . .how much. . .'
>'. . months. Longer . . .rehabilitation.'
>'Survive. . .surgery? Nop0ny. . .that many.'
>'Sure he. . .able too. Celestia. . .counting on. . .'
>Your mind swam with questions, and you desired to ask them
>But you could not, your mouth with not respond to you
>You blacked out once again
>You were getting really sick of that


>Some time later, you awoke, and everything was clear
>The blue color filter was still there, and so was the blinding white color, but that quickly faded as the scene developed around you
>You felt. . .heavy
>You moved your neck around ever so slightly, trying to scry some details about yourself
>You still couldn't feel your legs, but you were no longer covered in burns or shrapnel or wounds
>You were in a hospital, Canterlot General
>Never heard of that place before
>Wait, how did you know that?
>You were good enough to navigate on your own in the city, when they gave you a GPS upgrade to your HUD, it just slowed you down
>Characters appeared in the middle of your field of vision.
>'Higher Brain functions restored. Initializing synchronization. . .'
>Woah. This was some pretty bleeding edge stuff.
>As the synchronization starts, you look down at yourself
>Massive armored cables jut from your chest, and you can hear a light humming noise
>Just like the Elerium-115 core
>Wait a minute
>The synchronization completes, and you sit up, bracing yourself with your arms
>And you are fully aware of your form

>Where your heart should be is an Elerium-115 core, humming slightly and powering your entire body
>Which had been transformed into a blend of man and machine
>Your hud-eye was like high tech flashlight now, connected right to your brain, and sticking out of your head slightly
>Information about you was being displayed for you to see
>Your other eye was removed, because it was damaged beyond repair
>The wires jutting from your chest connected to various  parts on your torso, and some to your shoulder
>You could also detect one on the back of your neck connecting to the top of your spine
>Your flesh had been melded with a white, ceramic looking material, making your arms and some parts of your torso look like it had a white carapace on it
>It was segmented to allow flexibility, and you could see the technology running you between the cracks
>Your hands were mostly unchanged, only a few fingers of them replaced by the aforementioned carapace, and a few wires jutting from your wrists
>But the worst offender was your legs
>Oh sweet blueberry fuck your legs
>They looked like a horses hindlegs, hooves and all, but made of the same material that armored your upper body
>They had bits and pieces of other material as well, looking like patchwork
>They were obviously meant for someone much larger than you
>Parts of your new 'legs' were left uncovered, and you could see the wiring underneath them
>You felt your stomach churn, and you fainted, panic replaced by darkness once again
>Thankfully, this would be the last time

>When you awoke again, you didn't awake slowly
>The synchronization prompt lit up again, but completed at a breakneck pace, and you bolted upright, and heard voices  expression shock and astonishment
>You looked around, and saw. . .ponies. Small, pastel colored ponies with marks on their flanks
>They were a mix of medical staff, researchers, and test subjects alike
>Some were auged, some were Natches.
>They were all talking at once, and you couldn't pick up what they were saying
>They all silenced as you heard a clopping, and felt that warm presence again
>They all turned to the doorway, and the regal alicorn of the Sun was there in all her natrual beauty
>You knew her name. IT was Celestia. She raises the sun. She is a very, VERY powerful creature.
>You were thankful for your new supercomputer eye.
>She walked forward, the sea of ponies around you parting
>You saw her look you up and down, and she smiled.
>'You seem to have recovered nicely.' She said. 'How do you feel?'
'Confused, angry, and hungry as fuck.'
>The ponies seem a bit shocked at your speech.
>You don't remember your voice being that raspy, but whatever
'Where am I? What the hell is going on? Where are my legs?!'
>'I will answer the last two in due time. But as for where you are. . . I bid you welcome. Welcome  To Equestria.'