Sigrún was looking at what she could only assume was an aircraft of some sort.

It had clearly seen better days. The white color of the craft was untarnished, but every part of it was bent, smashed, broken, or overgrown with plants.

Yes. Plants. This struck Sigrún as unusual, considering they were in the middle of an endless wasteland of junk. The plants themselves were a dull green, flowing with pinkish-red blooms made of pointed petals.

"Green," Forge observed. "That's green."

"I know what the color is!"

"Then why ask what it is?"

"I... the plant can't be natural, can it? Nothing green for miles and suddenly, around this very white ship, there's a brilliant nest of vines. Vines! Flowering vines!"

Forge nodded. "I agree that it is not expected. But not worth shouting over."

"Wh... Why I..." Sigrún shook her head, focusing on the ship. It was buried in the junk, hiding its true size beneath the wreckage. There was a faded orange-ish 'u' symbol on the side and the main windshield was completely missing, revealing an entrance. Within, there was a pegasus skeleton sitting in a torn and worn out chair. It was still strapped into the seat with a belt.

"This has been here a long, long time," Forge observed, poking the skeleton with one of his false wings. He stepped into the cockpit. For a moment, Sigrún considered chiding him for just walking into danger like that, but then she realized she wanted to investigate as well. After all, this ship wasn't like everything else they had seen so far. Who knew what kind of secrets it could hold? She was under no illusions it could fly, but you never knew if it could be repurposed without checking it out.

The cockpit contained four seats. One held the skeleton, another held a green crystal that had been shattered in three pieces. The rest were completely empty, though they were still torn up and worn. Probably from bugs or bacteria or something.

The door in the back of the room was a broken sliding model, but luckily it was stuck half-open. Easily wide enough for Sigrún to fit her bony form through while Forge had to prey the doors open with his power armor.

On the other side was a large hallway. There was a skeleton here, too. Human, Sigrún identified, a little concerned. She reached out to touch it.

it reacted. A toe bone shot toward her like a bullet.

"AUGH!"

Forge launched into action, driving his hooves into the skeleton's skull, crushing the round bone easily. "Sigrún! Are you okay?"

"I... I'm fine..." Sigrún said, looking at the human toe bone that had affixed itself to her leg. "...I don't think that was the skeleton. I think that was me."

"What...?"

Sigrún lit her horn and touched the human bones. All of them lit up with the dark aura Sigrún's own form had and stood up. Naturally, it was headless, but it was still a skeleton. Sigrún found that she was easily able to control it and make it walk as if it were a part of her unicorn body.

"...Necromancy."

"I don't think so," Sigrún said, pulling the bones to herself. She tried not to think about how disgusting it was that she was holding BONES and focused instead on how they might be useful. "I think they're part of my... 'body' now." She popped her skull off the unicorn body and placed it on the human one, finding she could still control both sets of bones. "Interesting..."

"You could become an army of undead."

"Heh. Guess I could." She swapped out her feet for hooves. "Or... I could be a centaur!" She removed her human pelvis and set herself atop the rest of the pony skeleton, crossing her arms. "How do I look?"

Forge frowned. "Sillier than I would have expected."

Sigrún rolled her spark-eyes and returned herself to a unicorn form - it felt the most natural. She was stuck in the equine skull, after all. With a quick adjustment of her magic she removed the human bones from herself. "Well, that's good to know. Bone magic. Huh."

"Huh indeed..."

They continued down the hall, opening the door at the far end by letting Forge smash it over and over again. It popped open, revealing a nexus of the vines, focused around a cylinder faintly glowing blue.

"It's probably feeding off the power, somehow." Sigrún observed, walking up to a particularly large flower positioned right in front of the cylinder. "That's why it's growing here. There's power."

"Plants don't need power."

"Isn't a normal plant then." Sigrún rolled her eyes. She touched the flower with her bony hoof.

Upon feeling the touch, it opened, revealing two pollen-coated stems that looked a little like eyes.

"Creeeeepy..." Sigrún shivered.

A synthetic voice crackled from all around them. "K-k-k-k-ou think I'm creep-k-k-k-k?"

Sigrún retreated from the flower, summoning the blue scorpion of Serket to her shoulder. Forge activated one of his weapons and pointed it right at the flower. "What are you!?"

"K-k-k-k-on't know! Stop! Don't want to hurt yo-k-k-k-k." The flower recoiled, closing its petals defensively.

Sigrún put a hoof on Forge's gun and lowered it for him. He did not fight her. "Do you have a name?"

"K-k-k-hat is a nam-k-k-k?"

"It's... a word you use to tell each other apart! I'm Sigrún, this is Forge, and you are...?"

"K-k-on't know. Files don't tell me anythin-k-k."

Sigrún noticed the static was getting clearer the more he talked. "That's fine, you don't need a name. Do you know what you're doing here, though?"

"K-rowin-k."

"...Come again?"

"Growing." The static was now under enough control that it wasn't a chore to talk to the plant.

Sigrún smiled. "Growing. Right. Is that all you do?"

"Don't know."

"Do you know anything besides growing?"

The Flower shivered in what Sigrún hoped was laughter. "I know a lot more. Lots of it doesn't make sense. Lots of it is broken. All I know is in this core." The vines wrapped around the cylinder tightened. "Without it, I would just be a plant."

"Just a plant?"

"What the seeds grow into. I would mindlessly absorb the metal and technology until I could move and then... data not found."

Forge blinked. "You can move?"

"Unknown. I have not attempted to."

"Why not?" Sigrún asked.

"There is no data on what would happen next. I'm... scared." The flower drooped. "What will life be like?"

"I'm not sure how to answer the question..." Sigrún admitted.

"Same... same... same..." The flower shivered. "Ship can't fly. Should fly. Want it to fly."

"Can't help you there," Forge said, gruffly. "Thing's a lost cause."

"Evident." The flower paused a moment. "...What now?"

"Do you know where the closest settlement is?" Sigrún asked.

"Data not found. Sorry."

"Then... I guess we'll just find it ourselves. Is there anything else we can do for you?"

"Sigrún..." Forge cautioned.

"Shush, Forge. It's not a monster."

The flower opened its petals fully and examined Sigrún. "...You contain no adaptable components. Forge does."

"I am not giving you my armor," Forge said.

The flower seemed to understand. "Then... there is nothing."

"...I guess we'll be going then?" Sigrún said, getting the distinct feeling this wasn't the right thing to do. "...You sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay then..." Sigrún turned, gesturing for Forge to follow.

"Actually..." The flower sagged. "I don't want to be alone."

"We can't stay here with you," Forge pointed out.

"Then... I will... come with you. I will... move."

And move it did. The large flower closed into a tight bulb and lashed its vines around the blue cylinder. With a quick tug, the blue cylinder exploded in a shower of sparks.

"What are you doing!?" Sigrún shouted, staring on in shock.

There was no response. The vines in the room severed themselves from the vines outside, wrapping around the blue shards, incorporating them into their floral mass. Carefully, the vines began to weave together into four thick, verdant limbs affixed to a sleek body. The form glowed a slight blue from the cylinder's fragments, giving it a soft ethereal quality. Leaves rustled all over the vines, acting a bit like the coat on a pony - which was the form the flower was taking. There was no tail, and instead of a head, there was just the flower bulb.

The bulb opened, revealing two pollen-stalks that looked more like eyes than they had previously. There was a line underneath them that suggested the presence of a mouth, though in reality there was one there. However, there was some kind of speaking machine behind the false mouth.

"I am moving," the flower said with the same synthetic voice as before, though this time it clearly came from its head rather than all around them. "I will need sun like this."

"Well, there's a sun outside," Sigrún said, gesturing for the flower pony to follow them out. Forge glared at the plant untrustingly but didn't try anything. They emerged from the ship into the outside sky, and the flower looked directly at the sun. Its mouth didn't move, but inwardly Sigrún knew that it would be smiling if it could.

It? No, it couldn't be an it anymore. Judging by the body shape it had chosen, it was a mare, since it had the same proportions as Sigrún, although significantly larger. Just missing the horn.

"Wow," the flower said, voice somehow carrying an inflection of wonder. "So this is what moving is like... what was I so afraid of?"

Forge, for the first time since they met the flower, smiled. "Ay, moving's pretty good, I guess. Better than sitting in a dark room all day."

"Much better."

"Get away from that thing!"

The flower, Forge, and Sigrún looked up to the top of a pile of junk where a chrome pony stood. She had wings, but not the feathered limbs of a pegasus nor the artificial protrusions of Forge. Her wings were flat, metallic, and equipped with two cylindrical engines not unlike a jet. Both eyes were clearly artificial, sparking with a blue digitized iris that flitted rapidly between the three targets.

"...What thing?" the flower asked. "The ship?"

"Y-you! They need to get away from you!" The jet-pony held up a hoof, opening a hole in the base that looked suspiciously like the barrel of a gun.

"...Me?"

"Yes! You!"

"Why?"

"Because you're a metal-eating diseased monster!"

"...This form is perfectly healthy."

"Shut up! Stop talking!"

Sigrún coughed. "Uh, I'm pretty sure the flower here doesn't mean to hurt us, miss..."

"You're looking for introductions at a time like this a- holy cheeseballs you're a skeleton."

"Oh. Uh. Yeah, I am. Is that a problem?"

"Yes, that's a problem! Skeletons don't walk!"

"Figured you would have noticed that before the flower's planty-ness."

The jet-mare twitched. "Shut up! My eyes are fine!"

Forge coughed. "Did you notice I have both a horn and wings?"

"There's no w-" she stared at him in disbelief.

"Maybe you should look closer at things before shouting!" the flower suggested.

"I told you to shut up!"

"Oh. Sorry."

"STOP APOLOGIZING!"

Sigrún coughed. "If you don't mind, miss jet-pony, I think we're going to stick around the flower for a bit. She's never moved before today, you know."

"I... Bh... Augh!" She lowered her hoof and turned away. "Fine! Dig your own grave! But when the Flora Machina eats you in your sleep don't come crying to me!"

"I don't think we'd have that choice," Forge commented.

"By Yiyxa why did you all have to be smartasses!? UGH!" Her legs folded into her body and her head took on a more pointed shape, making her look more like a plane than a pony. She blasted away at high speed, leaving them all in the dust.

"...Think we should have asked her where to go?" Sigrún asked.

Forge nodded. "Yep."

"Welp."

"She was fun," the flower observed.

It was at this point a dog made out of flowering vines and pieces of scrap metal jumped Sigrún, trying to bite her head off. It succeeded.

Only one minor problem.

Sigrún didn't exactly need her head to be attached to her body. She was perfectly fine, not even in any danger. However, she had only been a skeleton for a few days, so she wasn't particularly aware of this fact. Reacting out of fear, she screamed "Serket!" and summoned her scorpion friend. Serket may have been small, but it was easily able to punch the vine-dog's head right off its body, killing it.

Neither Forge nor the flower could see Serket, so all they saw was a vine-dog's head explode.

Everyone was silent.

The flower poked the remnant of the vine-dog. "I think this is what the fun pony was talking about."

"No. Really," Forge deadpanned.

"Yes, really!"

"Oh for the-" Forge turned and started walking a random direction.

"Wait! I haven't put my head on yet! WAIT!" Sigrún scrambled to fix herself and trot after him.

When Pinkie had first been launched, she had screamed. The screams were first of surprise, then of excitement.

After about a minute of this she got bored. Feeling the wind in her mane as she flew through the air was exciting and all, she just... didn't think it needed to last several minutes. That was one of the problems with flying through the air for so long, you tended to lose track of time and direction. Sure, she knew the direction the air was pushing at her from was the direction she was going, but was she going up, down, or sideways? That was the question. A question she couldn't answer since she was so high up in the air.

Being Pinkie Pie could only mitigate blindness so much.

So she began to play tic-tac-toe with herself. As she continued to fall (fly?), this eventually turned into hyper-tic-tac-toe-soduku-square-racecar-dragons.

Just as she was about to place the last X to trigger the death of the dragon so she could fill in the last nine, she hit the ocean.

By all laws of science, she should have been killed on impact. By the laws of magic and convenience, she should have sunken into the ocean unharmed.

By the laws of Pinkie Pie, she bounced off the surface of the ocean like it was a trampoline. While in the air again she did a triple pirouette and sunk beneath the surface with a flawless dive that earned a perfect ten from the judges.

The saltwater stung her wounds, reminding her that yes, she was still injured, no matter how much time she'd had to collect herself while in the air. Still, she wasn't anywhere near as weak as she had been in the frozen wastes, so she could afford to expend some energy. She wound her tail up like a propeller and slapped a fishbowl on her head for the sake of air, swimming forward like some kind of pink torpedo.

She needed to find land. Unfortunately, pulling out a sonar scanner from her mane wasn't exactly feasible at the moment, so she just kept swimming through the endless expanse of blue.

She really should have seen the giant fish coming.

"Wait, what? Giant fish!?"

The green behemoth with at least three pairs of flippers slunk out of the dark depths of the sea and opened its massive jaw. Screaming, Pinkie swam to the side, narrowly avoiding the sharp fangs of the monstrous fish.

She did not avoid its flippers. The force propelled her out of the water like a rocket, allowing her screams to permeate through the open air of the ocean. She hit the surface at such a small angle that she skipped off of it like a stone - three times.

"This... is a little ridiculous, even for me," Pinkie admitted as she skipped across the water a fourth time. Looking ahead, she saw an island coming into view. "Yay!"

An island that she was flying toward at over fifty miles an hour.

"Oh, wait, not yay, sto-"

She landed head-first into the sandy beach, cracking her fishbowl and losing consciousness instantly.

"So... do you have any idea what you are?" Sigrún asked the flower.

"I am a... Flora Machina fused with a damaged Mark 7-G4-MU computer system."

"And what's in this computer system?"

The flower seemed to think about this for a moment. "The code that allows me to think. Vast stores of data, much of it corrupted."

"Data?"

"Yep. Data. Information. Files. I have found thirty-seven different dictionaries."

Forge raised an eyebrow. "Why would you need thirty-seven different dictionaries?"

"Ne'vettik reescoom le zi rapakkanah," the flower said.

"...Okay..."

"What else do you know?" Sigrún asked, excited.

"I don't know everything I know, too much to sift through... But I can perform a search!"

"How about where we are!"

"Unknown location on the planet Enviar in the universe Yiyxa."

Sigrún nodded slowly. "Yep. Other worlds. Not surprised at all..."

"You know the planet?" Forge asked.

"Yep! Enviar, the primary surface within the universe. A collection of many different conflicting biomes and civilizations. More detailed information data not found data not found. Oh, uh... sorry."

"And what of the moons?"

"Enviar is orbited by five objects, Lurse, Ravanah, the sun, Endesque, and Salacia. ...Data beyond simple reference images and locations not found."

Sigrún and Forge stared at her in disbelief.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"Oh no no no!" Sigrún said, shaking her head. "You... just surprised us, is all."

"Is that good or bad?"

"No idea," Forge grunted.

They crested another hill of junk. To their surprise, they came across a large rectangular building. A factory - but unlike all the other wrecks they had seen on their journey this far, it was fully functional. Endlessly, it churned away, creating a sizeable quantity of...

Something went wrong.

Before, Sigrún was definitely from another world. Because you said so. It made the Entity angry that she was.

But now... Now that the definition of the word 'world' has been softened, the Entity was able to twist it. Alex is not in another dimension anymore. But Sigrún never came from another one either. She has to have come from somewhere within Yiyxa now.

He was able to re-interpret all previous definitions of the word 'world' since the certainty in it, the meaning behind it, was removed. He has now completely sealed the world off save for the crew of that ship.

We need to be more careful. Remember, he cannot refuse the answer to the question. But everything else is open for twisting. I do not know what he has done to your lengthy comment. But for all we know the transforming robot ponies could be evil, or the allegiances of two of the groups could be switched. Never assume we understand what is going on.

Author's Notes:

What is the factory making?