The beeps of monitors echoed throughout the room, voices talking, whispering amongst themselves as five ponies huddled around a tube filled with an oddly colored liquid, inside was a small foal.
“Subject number six, vitals are good and healthy. I think we have a keeper, sir.” came the voice of a nurse.
“Good, good… Mother, if you may?” asked the lead scientist, a mechanical unicorn walking into the room as it eyed the foal, its glowing orange eyes scanning the foal of it’s vitals as it processed data.
“Subject number six, lifespan: High. Gender: Mare. Will be unable to reproduce. Scans indicate that a small tumor has begun to manifest inside the brain. Requesting immediate surgical procedures.” explained the Unicorn.
“Request surgical procedures?! Are you mad? She’s just a foal, if we do that now—”
“Surgical procedures are highly recommended, or this success will be another failure in synthetic development of ponies.” retorted the mechanical being.
With a uncertain look the scientist sighed as he lowered his head. He had no choice if he was going to keep researching and experimenting. He’d need a living subject to further his studies.
“Nurse, get her out of that tube, now!” he commanded, the nurse quickly draining the fluid from the tube before gingerly grabbing hold of the green coated foal and placed her on the nearest surgical table.
Silently, Mother kept watch from the back, eyes transfixed on the only known living subject of synthetic pony development.
Subject number six.
Yes, that would be her name now. Six.
If she could, Mother would have let out a sigh. She had been around many years, always watching subjects grow and die, or even mutate.
In all honesty, she was tired of the same thing. From her observations, her masters only did what they did because they could.
Because they were curious. And in their curiosity, they played and toyed with each subject as if they were beings of higher power. And it sickened her.
From where she stood, Mother could hear cursing as her masters quickly and professionally removed the tumor before implanting cybernetics, most likely to make up for the bit of gray matter they had removed in order to save their precious test subject.
Walking over to the table, Mother’s artificial horn began to glow with bright yellow energy as she began to help heal the poor foal.
Not three hours out of its birthing pod, and already it had surgery performed on it.
Stepping back, the doctors and scientists watched as Mother levitated the foal, her mechanical hoof brushing through the small brown mane of Six as she slept, a powerful sleeping spell cast on her for the procedure.
Not speaking, Mother walked passed the doctors with Six, and to an un-occupied room as the mechanical pony began singing a soft tune as she closed the door.
She had decided that she’d raise Six the best she could, to do her best to keep Six’s innocence intact for as long as possible.
A year had passed since the day Six had been released from her birthing pod, and she was getting along well with Mother.
Watching from afar, Jensen observed the interactions between the two. All in all, Six was healthy and active for a three year old foal.
A year and she had already accepted the mechanical being as her actual mother.
However, it was also a year of no tests. And no tests meant no new data for future projects.
Jensen knew how much Six meant to Mother, but his superior wanted real results, and soon. And real results could mean dissection of a living subject.
Glancing about, Jensen made sure no other pony was near as he walked towards Mother and Six.
Hearing the crunching of dirt under hooves, Mother eyed Jensen as she gingerly hid Six behind her, “What do you want?” she inquired, her eyes scanning Jensen before coming to the conclusion that he could be trusted.
“Mother, listen. Director Jynx wants results soon, on the progress of Six, and what it means for other synthetically developed ponies. And I know how much she means to you.” he began.
“What are you trying to say, Jensen?” inquired Mother as Six lay curled up behind her.
“I have a son myself, Cody. And as a parent, I know the fears of losing your child, that’s why I want you to take Six and leave this place. Now. I’m going to go and start the self destruct sequence for this place. ” explained Jensen, Mother staring quietly at him.
“What are you imply—”
“I said go! You have ten minutes!” ordered Jensen as he galloped towards the control room, Mother looking about frantically before levitating Six with her anti-gravity horn and ran. Ran for her life. Ran to save Six and her innocence.
As she ran, the alarms blared causing Six to start crying. The doors shutting all round them as Mother ran as fast as she could.
Time was not on her side as she bucked any pony that tried to interfere with her escape.
The underground facility they were in had less than five minutes before it imploded, and Mother was halfway to freedom.
With explosions all around, Mother kept running, avoiding the debris that began to fall from the ceiling as dirt and rocks began to fill the facility.
Two more ponies stood in front of her, trying to stop her. Without stopping, Mother charged through them both and turned a corner as she made for the exit.
Less than a minute now.
Mother began to speed up her pace, the doors to freedom closing quickly as she made a leap of faith.
With a loud crunch, and the sound of wires and metal tearing away, Mother began to limp with Six to a safe distance, her mechanical hind leg severed as the doors closed.
More explosions filled the night sky as the facility began to implode, smoke and fire causing the sky to go a ominous orange.
Laying down , Mother gently set Six on the ground before running her hoof through her bushy brown mane, “Knowledge is power. And power can lead to corruption. Therefore, Knowledge is corrupted, depending on its use…” mused Mother to herself, Six parroting her, “Cowwupted!”
If Mother could smile, she’d have given Six the biggest smile ever, “Yes dear, corrupted.”
Fearing for Six’s safety, Mother began to search for a place that Six could call home.
“Is Six cowwupted?” questioned Six, Mother looking at her daughter silently.
In a way, Six was in fact corrupted, the tests done on her could have easily taken away her innocence.
Luckily though, she was just as innocent as any other foal.
“No dear, not literally. Corrupted is your surname. Your last name. You are by far innocent. And I plan to keep it that way.” answered Mother.
With a gleeful smile as she was levitated into the air again, Six parroted her name, “Six Cowwupted!”
Slowly, mother carried Six from their resting spot and towards a small orphanage, gingerly setting the now sleeping Six on the doorstep as Mother knocked on the door, quickly hiding in the shadows.
She knew she’d be hunted for freeing Six, for betraying her masters. But the least she could do was keep watch over her daughter from afar, to keep her innocence intact.
Mother would have to wait though, for the right time to re-enter her daughter’s life. Until then, she’d leave her daughter with a gift. A reminder that Six in fact had someone who loved her.
With a small hiss, a compartment on Mother opened up. With her artificial horn she slowly levitated a small necklace with the number 6 towards her daughter and around her neck, right as the door to the orphanage had opened.
Quietly, Mother limped away from the orphanage, glancing back one last time, “Always remember dear, that there is always someone who loves you.” she mused quietly.
Finally, the origin story I promised Six a long time ago, is done =D
I hope you all enjoy it ^^