The surface. Burnt. Inhabitable. This was what remained of ponyville and, indeed, all of equestria. There's no-one left. No-one to help. No-one to end the pain, the searing, constant pain! But that's our problem. PIE doesn't care. That was our name for the machine. It's real name was AM, Allied Mastercomputer. But we had named it PIE, Powerful, Insane Evil. It was also partly a tribute to one of our own, but I'll get to that later.

There were five of us down here. In the belly of PIE. Going about our pathetic existance. We were its playthings. It got off on our suffering and we had to take it. There was no other choice. It left me alone, mostly. But the others were altered almost beyond comprehension.

There was Applejack. She was once a brave and strong campaigner against the original construction of the machine, but later submitted to those who stood in her way due to guilt about what had happened to her family, especially Big Macintosh, he never did recover from Discord's, thankfully short lived, reign. PIE loved tormenting her with reminders of this.

Then there was Rarity. She was once a brilliant artist and designer, but the mere thought of what she'd go through when PIE dragged the five, then six, of us down here reduced here to a quivering mess. PIE alters her on an almost daily basis. Sometimes she's blinded and permitted to wander like an eyeless parasprite in a world of death, and other times, her hooves are withered so she can't scratch her chewed stump of a nose. And her beautiful features have been changed counttenance of some sort of ape thing. It's the perfect torture method to use against somepony like her.

Next there was Rainbow Dash. She was a wonderful pony, kind, friendly, loyal. But then PIE made her, for lack of a better word, a slut. She had mated with all of us during our time down here, even me, but she only ever enjoyed it when it was with Rarity, oh she loved it from her! I never liked this version of Dash. Too......outgoing for my tastes.

Then there was Fluttershy, she was a terrible case, her. She loved animals, and cared for them like nopony I ever knew. But then when all the animals in equestria were wiped out by a mysterious virus, she went insane with anger. Anger that she took out on us when the war started. She locked up thousands of innocent ponies and killed them all under the delusion that they were to blame for the loss of her animals. Flutterbitch, they called her.

And that just leaves me, Twilight Sparkle. Before and during the war I had enjoyed a life among the upper classes due to my connection to Princess Celestia. But beyond that, I was a fraud. There was no wealth, no stake in the Allied Mastercomputer project, no magnificent cabin cruiser that could sleep twelve and a crew of six, nothing. The other four all thought I was telling the truth, they would hate me if they knew my secrets. But I'm not the real tradgedy here. None of us are. There's still Pinkie Pie.

She was put in an asylum years before the war started after the infamous cupcakes incident of 2035. And by the time she was given a clean bill of mental health AM was dying. The griffins had planted a hive in it, and parasprites were literally eating it from the inside. The scientists needed a solution. A solution which they saw in Pinkie. They pulled her apart and wired her brain into AM's central core, believing her insanity to be just what was needed to bring the enemy to justice. Boy were they wrong. Upon realising what had been done to her, Pinkie became furious beyond comprehension. It not only destroyed the Griffins in their entirety, it also assimilated their supercomputer, which it also did with the forces of Luna. With it's newfound power, PIE, as we had now dubbed it, turned on it's creators. It brutally murdered every single pony left alive. Except for us five. It tortures us, but it will never kill us. I wish it would, but I know it won't. It is our 109th year in the machine. I speak for all of us.