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| Gittonsxv #918095 5 months ago |
terminator style ponys? oh we are soooo fucked |
| Anonymous #918110 5 months ago |
so skynet took over ponibooru first |
| dragonSpike #918116 5 months ago |
No Spike though? rude! |
| Anonymous #918128 5 months ago |
First thought was Reapers of ME, but to small for that. Still creepy though the arts really good. |
| Dark_Horst #918160 5 months ago |
hel-loooooooooooo, wallpaper |
| Anonymous #918189 5 months ago |
Necron style ponies? |
| TheGlueFactory #918573 5 months ago |
My first thought was Mass Effect: particularly the scene where people who are turned into mindless shock troops. |
| phallen1 #918753 5 months ago |
My little Necron,
My little Necon, Aaa-aaa-aaa-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!! |
| Tenure #918758 5 months ago |
ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL |
| Anonymous #918860 5 months ago |
The first thing that came to my mind was "pony protomechs". Or maybe quad battle armor. Jeez. This picture is like a Rorschach test for sci-fans. |
| Anonymous #919383 5 months ago |
Give it time. Once we get AI and robots working, sooner or later someone's going to try and make the ponies. |
| Ferrotter #919896 5 months ago |
^ They're not going to be like this I hope. I mean, this is a great picture. But seriously, I hope the ponies aren't like this when we actually make them. |
| ClownDicks #920887 5 months ago |
I still can't get over Pinkie's unlimited power setup. |
| Anonymous #921559 5 months ago |
...So come, poor victims of life.
We will grant you tranquility in these crypts. Equestria will be a Tomb World once more! |
| Anonymous #921627 5 months ago |
Existentialism is possibly the most onerous imposition of life. The need to ask why, to find some explanation. Nevertheless, despite the perfections granted me, I remain a living pony and so must suffer under the cacophony of questions in my brain. And so I send out this final message to attempt to answer some of the questions you will have.
Why did I lead my friends to their doom here on this arid plateau? Why have I submitted myself to the power of the immortal creatures who have risen from its sands? How could I, a respected student of Celestia and a prominent citizen, turn my back on the civilization that has given me so much? The answer is simple. I have done everything in the name of purity. Before my memories and emotions were reassembled in this more perfect form some fifteen cycles ago, I had spent an equine lifetime studying civilization in all its forms. The sum of my work can be put thus: all life exists in discord. War and strife affect all known societies and all species spend their existences competing with others for limited resources. From the cries of an infant for the maternal teat to the wretched stench of the aged dying in their own filth, life is a series of squabbles and ugly messes. There is an alternative. There exists a state in which all conflict is resolved and all is cold and silent. There are no wants, no wars, no squabbles. You may call this state death if you wish, but that is a misnomer. Death is but the ending of life, and that is only a means to an end. That end is purity, the time when all is still and unchanging. Equestria began in purity and it will return to that blessed state. Hastening that return is the great work of the perfected beings I have awoken and who have made me their own. You have tried to undo our great work. You have spread your vile, unclean selves across Equestria, making a mockery of the beautiful silence we had wrought. It was all in vain. Rejoice, for we have returned and your days are at an end. |