BiE 85: Strangled Me with Science.

=BiE 85=

>Year 2204 in Equestria.
>The Broken Leylands.
>Mother fucking summer.
>You hated summer.
>You especially hated summer in the sea of sand and heat that was past the Appelosian desert.
>You looked down at the valley below.
>According to Anon, leylines are supposed to glow pink at almost all times.
>Not this one, this one just looked like dirt and dust.
>But then again, you were here to fix that.
>The camp around you was a bustle of activity.
>You watched as everything from P0ny to Zebra to Griffin was carrying out their tasks.
>Made sense, everybody wanted this project to succeed.
>Some Zebras were fumbling with one of the battery charges.
>You holler at them in their native tongue as they scurry back to work.
>"Since when did you speak Zebra?" Anon asked from the desk behind you.
>"Since Celestia decided that I was apparently her number one choice for dicey diplomatic sessions."

>You turn to look at him.
>"It helps to know when somep0ny is calling you an ass."
>Anon rolls his eyes as he pours over the paper in front of him. "I'm sure you heard it often enough."
>You walk up to the desk and look at the blueprints on it.
>"Less then you think, explain to me again why we're setting mana batteries to explode out here in the middle of nowhere?"
>Anon does some math on the side of his paper. "Because, we're going to re-ignite this ley line for the good of the planet and send more power to Canterlot?"
>"To power your pet project. Do you even have a name for that hunk of junk?"
>"Annoying Brother?"
>You scoff.
>"Two hundred years of working on it and he can't even come up with a proper name."
>"Hey, this is complex magic. I fuck this thing up and I send Equestria into an ice age. Not too much time to brainstorm names."
>You roll your eyes and go back to overlooking the workers.

>"Okay, I get the why. But how is a bunch of mana-bombs supposed to help?"
>Anon steps away from the desk and points you over the horizon.
>"It's simple really. This leyline got severed from the leyline about a thousand or so miles to the North thousands and thousands of years ago, probably because the magical flow just changed course."
>Anon points to the charges. "What we're going to do, is set off these charges via radio signal in succession, that'll hopefully simulate a proper mana flow and link this one back up with the main line."
>"And if it fails?"
>Anon sighs. "Then I'll have wasted the last eighty years."
>Not like you didn't have the time.
>"And it'll explode."
>Anon winces and half turns to you. "There...might be a -slight- chance of a backfire, but that's less than a thousandth of a percent."
>"But it could still happen..."
>He gives a nervous chuckle. "What's science without risk?
>The radio back at Anon's desk beeps and calls the two of you back to it.
>Anon picks it up and holds it to his head. "A-huh. Alright. Perfect! Get everyone back to minimum safe distance and we can get this going!"
>Anon looks up at you with the smile of a kid on Christmas.
>"Don't break my continent."

-Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLOkc9MwFHs-
>You walk back to the main control tent with Anon practically skipping ahead of you.
>He ran into the control tent and began checking readouts and flipping on machines in the back.
>"All stations checking in?" He asked.
>An assistant spoke up. "Yes sir, everyp0ny is online."
>"Capacitors set to handle any feedback?"
>"Check, sir."
>"And how's our bleed?"
>"Within .01%."
>"Good, good..."
>This was all a bit mad science-y...
>"Alright! Green across the board! Mister Steele, give me master control!" Anon said.
>The stallion in question fiddled with his instruments. "Ready, sir."
>Anon moves to a large red lever at the end of the tent. "Alright, everyp0ny! Moment of truth! Be ready to report any back-ups!"
>Anon grips the lever with both hands and yanks it back as hard as he can.

>A series of lights and beeps emit from a nearby machine.
>Anon runs over to it. "Alright, we're about halfway across the sea. Stay frosty everyp0ny..."
>You walk up to him. "Is sea bad?"
>"Sea was where we had to fashion mana depth charges. They've been down there a while, and if they have any leaks, it's game over man."
>Brilliant...
>"Sir, we have hit land."
>You watched as the lights on the machine traveled ever further inland.
>After a minute of watching, Anon jumped up. "We should be close enough for a front row view now!"
>With that he ran out of the tent.
>Towards the encroaching explosion.
>"Anon! Dammit, that's what I do!"
>You chased Anon out to where his desk was set up.
>You could see the cloud of dust off in the distance as the batteries detonated.
>"Anon, this isn't safe."
>"It's fine, I accounted for everything..."
>Dammit, he wasn't listen-
>Your thoughts are interrupted as the mana batteries at the start of the Ley Lands began to detonate and sent shockwaves through the ground.
>The rest follow shortly thereafter, sending up clouds of dust that can probably be seen from home.
>You can barely breath in this.
>"Anon! *cough* Anon!" You choke out.
>You wander through the dust until you find him exactly where he had been standing.
>As the dirt clears, you see another sight.
>The ground below you was glowing an ever steadying pink.
>You can see Anon grinning from ear to ear. "Haha! It worked!" He shouted as he jumped in the air.
>He grabbed you by the shoulders. "It worked!"
>With that he was off back to the tent. "How're we looking?"
>"We have steady magic flow in all checkpoints, sir."
>Anon looked back to you beaming.
>You sigh.
>"Yes, yes, you fixed the planet. Can we go home now?"

>The two of you sat on the main deck of the Delphinus.
>You were busy pouring sand and dust out of your clothes while Anon sat next to you in silent wonder at the events of the day.
>This silence was irritating.
>"If you ever get this much sand in me again..."
>Anon sighs. "Can't hear ya. Too wrapped up in the moment."
>Heh. It was quite the feat...
>You looked out across the plains and mountains of the Mild West.
>The sun bobbed in the sky for a moment before it went that final distance across the horizon.
>Over all your years, you had begun to notice the tells when Celestia lowered the sun.
>One step closer...
>"Well, now that my day is more or less over. I guess I have to think of something fun to do."
>Anon perks up at that. "Hey I heard something you may like."
>"Oh?" You ask turning to him.
>"Mhmm. There's this new museum in lower city, see?"
>You nod.
>"Well, they opened an exhibit about us." He says as he slides his head.
>You try to wrap your head around that.
>"Just us?"
>"Yep."
>"The two of us?"
>"A-huh."
>What the-
>"Did they just steal stuff from the apartment?" You ask.
>Anon laughs. "I dunno, wanna find out?"
>Shit kid.
>Of course you wanted to find out.

>The two of your made your way to the museum as soon as you landed.
>A quick elevator ride down to the part of the city in the valley below put you right in front of the museum.
>Turns out that subjects of museum exhibits get in free.
>Walking into the hall they had you located in was like walking back in time.
>"By the Emperor..."
>They had them all in a case the size of the royal dining table.
>Ever last one of your little models, each expertly posed inside and all trying to kill each other.
>Lotus had said there wouldn't be enough room for them once you had moved to Canterlot.
>So it was with a heavy heart that you locked your little voyeur gallery away in a trunk and kept them at the apartment.
>Seeing them here again was like a dream come true.
>Most of them were you standerd: Yellow and angry. But you could see a few of the alternate schemes you had come up with.
>The royal blues.
>The blood reds.
>You even saw a few with grey and yellow in there.
>"Projected account of ancient Earth warfare." You heard Anon say next to you.
>What?
>"They think this is what they thought war was like on Earth?"
>Anon shakes his head. "Seems that way."
>That...
>That was fucking awesome.

>The two of you continued to inspect the gallery.
>They had collected a few of your super old movies and thrown them onto a T.V.
>That still didn't excuse them picking The Room, however.
>Even two thousand years later, Tommy Wiseau is annoying.
>"Like a fucking time capsule..." Anon said.
>"Got that right..."
>You glanced over at him.
>"Better then a night with the moon Princess?"
>Anon stumbled and blushed. "Uh...you know about her, huh?"
>Oh please.
>He had known you knew that he was seeing someone, apparently he doesn't know how obvious the two could be together.
>"It's been over a thousand years since you two started this little whatever of yours dude."
>Anon rubbed the back of his head.
>"I know you kept it a secret, but come on. I'm me. I knew before you went off to play explorer."
>You walk to the next exhibit to give him a break.
>He had probably been trying real hard to keep that a secret.
>Hell, it's not his fault you knew him fo-
>...
>No.
>No no.
>No no no.
>Not you.
>Not again.
>Not here.
>Not now.
>Anon walked up to your frozen ass in the middle of the floor. "Dude, what is it?"
>What is it?
>Just the return of your most hated foe.
>THAT.
>MOTHERFUCKING.
>DIDGERIDOO.
>IT'S HAUNTED.
IT HAS TO BE HAUNTED.
>ONLY IN DEATH WILL WE KNOW PEACE.
>You grab the nearest museum worker.
>"HOW MUCH FOR THAT."
>"U-uh...well, sir. I uh..." He stammers as he tries to get his bearings.
>"Uh...letmegoaskthecurator!"
>Anon puts a hand on your shoulder. "Dude, what are you doing?"
>SOMETHING THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN DONE LONG AGO.

>The two of you stand in the park after midnight.
>Burning wood fills your ears and noses.
>The silence of the park is split by the last pathetic whine of The Accursed One as the flame consumes in.
>You dump a bucket of water from the lake on the blaze, condemning It to ash.
>"It is done."
>Anon just watches you as he had done since you bought the damn thing.
>Most people don't spend a years' salary on something they intend to burn.
>"Well, that was...dramatic. Are you feeling better?"
>You breathe in the air, laced with a trace of the smell of burning wood.
>"Yes..."
>Anon looks down at the pit of ash. "Makes you yearn, ya know?"
>"Hmm?"
>"All of this. The museum, your...little friend here."
Fuck you.
>"Makes you yearn for the old days, you know? Back when it was just you me and Rainbow, trying to do some stupid thing in the middle of P0nyville."
>You looked up at the city you had been protecting for the past two millennia.
>"Things definitely took an unanticipated swerve..."
>Anon nods with you. "Wanna re-live some of it?"
>You look down and meet his eyes.
>"...Movie night?"
>Anon grows a wide smile. "I've got Star Wars."
>"I got beer."
>Anon chuckles and heads for the park entrance. "Come on, we need to hurry if we're getting through all three."
>You laugh as you run to catch up with him.
>Same shit, different night.