“I’m just saying, it seems weird.” I typed into the chat box. Every once in awhile I would chat with some of my brony friends.

“Well of course it seems weird! They’re aliens!” ‘FlimFlamDude’ said.

“Well, yeah, but I just think it’s fishy is all.” I said.

“There hasn’t been any communication from the transformees yet. Don’t you think that’s weird, Flim?” ‘Pinkie_is_best_pony’ said.

“Where did you hear that man? I don’t care what you guys think. I’m going to go get transformed at the New York conversion bureau, and either come and be supportive of it, or don’t come at all.” ‘FlimFlamDude’ said. “I’ll be waiting at the entrance at noon tomorrow.” He finished, signing off.

“Dude, you can’t let him go through with this!” Pinkie_is_best_pony said incessantly.

"What? Why? I asked.

"I can't tell you right now. Look, I can't be seen at the conversion bureau, so you need to convince him to come to this address." 'Pinkie_is_best_pony' said, sending me an address, and logging out.

"Well that was abrupt." I said to myself.

The following day I went to the conversion bureau, and saw a man standing at the entrance. I walked up to him and asked, “Are you ‘FlimFlamDude’?”

“Ya, I am! Good to see you! I didn’t think either of you would show up.” He said. “My real name’s Karl by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Karl. I’m Greg.” I explained. “Pinkie wants to meet you too. He said something about not being able to come here though. He gave me an address, would you mind coming with me to meet him?”

“I suppose this is some kind of intervention or something.” He grumbled, “But I would at least like to meet him before I change. So I guess I’ll go.”

And with that, we left.

We got to the address, a condo, and rung the doorbell. The door was opened for us, and we stepped inside. The person inside wasn’t exactly what I had been expecting.

“But… You’re a girl!” Karl observed.

“Oh, so girls can’t be bronies too? Even you said it was an asexual term.” She said.

“Well… sure… but I mean… all those times… chatting… you never said…” he sputtered.

“Well, you never asked. None of us really talked much about our ‘outside’ lives much. Look, that’s not the point. The point is, you can’t go pony. If you do at this point, there’s a 90% chance you will die.” She said.

“How can you possibly know that?” I asked.

“I know someone who has been up on the ships. Almost all humans who are converted are being experimented on.” She explained.

“You’re just trying to get me to not go and get converted.” Karl complained.

“I’m sorry, but I kind of have to agree with Karl. If you don’t have any proof, it seems kind of desperate. Do you have any proof?” I asked.

“Well, the person I know isn’t up there anymore. I wasn’t sent any evidence, and if we try to organize a resistance, we’ll need some evidence… I have a way to get some though. If you can go into the conversion bureau and attach this little piece of alien technology,” she said, showing pyramid-shaped device, “to one of their computers for about 30 seconds, I can get all the evidence I need. Just don’t let it be seen.”

“So let me get this straight. You want me to go into a facility full of aliens, hack into their computer system, and get out without them realizing what I’m doing? And if they catch me, they’ll probably convert me and experiment on me?” I asked.

“Basicly.”

“That’s badass.”