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Illusion of Choice · FiM Minific ·
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The Pinkie Parable
This is the story of a mare named pinkie.

Every morning she would wake up in her room in Sugarcube Corner where she shared a bunk with herself. She would follow her routine of showering, baking, and planning parties for every pony she knew.

Until one day when everypony was gone.

She did not know why, but it was on this day she made it her goal to discover where the party went.

“Oh! Hi, Discord!”

Pinkie, you’re not supposed to know I’m here.

“Why not? I mean, every pony gone, disembodied voice in the sky, the bees disappearing? Only you could be behind this.”

Well, sure, but I thought I took away your ability to talk when I removed everyone from Ponyville.

“Trixie’s done that before. Have you ever tried talking with no mouth? Words get stuck in the front of your head until there’s too much pressure and they fly out your ears. If a picture’s worth a thousand words, a mouth word is worth a thousand ear words.”

Pinkie finished blabbering and continued to explore Ponyville.

“Actually I still…”

Hmfg. I said Pinkie finished blabbering and continued to explore Ponyville.

“Alright. Geez, no need to be so bossy.”

Eventually her search brought her to candy cane forests, gingerbread houses, and oceans made of melted cookie dough ice cream.

“Oh, really? I’m hungry.”

No. Instead they just brought you to an abandoned house possibly made of spinach or something.

“Is spinach supposed to be this color?”

I honestly don’t know. I’ve never seen anything this rotten.

“I think I’m going to be sick.”

Have a barf bag. I think I need one too.

After entering the building, the door locked behind her and Pinkie was faced with two doors. It was her choice, red door or blue door.

“This isn’t really a choice discord.”

What do you mean, “This isn’t really a choice?” This is clearly an option.

“Either way I have to walk through a door.”

So?

“So, I don’t have the option of not going through a door considering I’m locked in this room.”

You can stay here.

“So I could choose to die? Discord, dying choosing not to die isn’t making a choice, it’s following basic coding of life. Nothing wants to die.”

Pinkie, I thought you wouldn’t be smart enough to cause me this much aggravation.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say. And what, you’ve never sat in Twilight’s potted plants and listen to her contemplate the meaning of life? I learn a lot by doing that.”

Um.

“This whole choice question is disregarding her theory that free will is just a myth and we’re all pool balls on some plane of existence, but I’m not sure I by that. Especially when there is a pair of hands sitting at some electronic thingy typing in words that dictate our every motions and each different pair probably doesn’t think the same way.

Pinkie! Pinkie! Stop. I get it.

“You do?”

Yes. This whole thing isn’t worth the trouble.

“Cool, so where are my friends.”

On a cruise to the Griffon Kingdom. Want to get lunch then join them.

“Okie Dokie!”
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