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• Prologue:

Enter, the unexpected hero...

A Human Dalek AKA a "Sec" the species, not the character. A human / Dalek hybrid, based on the Doctor Who episode, "Daleks in Manhattan".

This savior had blue skin, with a purple blush, and the occasional patch of freckles. He has a veiny body, an exposed brain, and one large eye (like a cyclops). He has a narrow face, flat and nose-less. Along with 3 short tentacles, at both sides of his head.

( Note: )

These tentacles can stretch to incredible lengths. Normally only being 5 inches long, they can stretch to the length of a Football Field. As they are more dense then Diamonds, and stronger then titanium.

Unfortunately, the further out he stretches them, the more density they lose. So they can go from near invincible, to very weak.

Thankfully, the tentacles have a healing factor, growing back in an hour.

... but the most striking thing of all, what made him such a mismatched hero?... he was only 9 years old... at least, in cyber space.

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Real Name: Ollivander Toma. Username: S'mouth. ID Tag: Smartholomew Mouthitcus #0013. Avatar Name: Smar.

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• Ponyfinder Online:

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The little bipedal Dalek, gave a nervous squirm. As he worked alongside a little gray Kobold, who was covered in splotches of blue paint.

They had found a forge, in the Queen's treasury. Which was worth one, permanent, bonus to Armor... which the rest of the team felt S'mouth needed. The "Boy" (as he wasn't actually a child, but everyone treated him like one) chose to attach the additional defense to his scarf.

As the scarf was a constant, whenever he changed his outfit. It might seem like a generic 4th Doctor's scarf... but to him... it was a reminder of the rare pleasant days, in his childhood. Hours discussing Doctor Who, with his aunt.

When the boy thought of Doctor Who, he thought of pleasant memories with his family. In the rare good moments of his life... And this scarf represented that.

Smar might choose to change out of his outfit... He had quite a few different ones, but he always wore that scarf.

He was with his friends, deep in the heart of a changeling hive. At the moment they were... kinda in the middle of the Queen's treasury. As who could resist good old loot. Which they were busy dividing up.

Everyone got an equal share of coins. While the gear went to who needed it most.

They weren't greedy, as they had been friends for too long to fight over loot. Instead they all agreed, as a team, who needed what to help the party, as a whole. They had decided Smar needed better armor, as he had low health due to being an archer and spell caster.

Nearby, a fledgling Dragon, about Smolder's age, was thrilled to find a few new spell tomes.

She was a bright yellow, with blue fins, blue-ish green eyes, and an adorable little pair of wings.

Typo, the Dragon, was busy reading the spell books. They were basically instruction manuals for learning new spells, after all. The book she was currently reading was based on a new fire spell. So not much use to the Dalek, but great help for our resident fire lizard.

Typo was the primary mage, where Smar specialized in things like Restoration and Illusion. They tended to fight over the Mysticism and Alteration Tomes, but the party decided Typo should get first pick on those, as she was purely focused on increasing her magical skills... and the Dalek was more stealth based, with a flare for magic, being more of a support player.

Especially considering Smar focused on grinding his Illusion and Restoration skills. So those were actually higher then even their Dragon mage. Which is why He normally got those books.

But sadly the evil queen didn't have ANY healing spell tomes, and her Illusion spell books Smar already knew...

So, needless to say, Typo was very happy with her collection of spell books.

Not far from the Dragon, just at the other side of the room, was a Kotomon. He was wearing the typical clothes for his kind of Digimon, a Japanese fencing outfit. Although his was black, with yellow trim... and embroidered with his family crest. While The Digimon's face was hidden in shadow. With the only thing visible, being his glowing eyes, leaking energy.

He was wielding a Keyblade, modelled after the "Master Sword", from Zelda.

The Digimon casually put his weapon, back in subspace. Then picked up a new sword, twice the size of his small body.

"Honestly Raider, that thing looks like it belongs in Final Fantasy." Stated a reformed changeling.

While the team might be looking out for unreformed changelings, this bug like horse was on their side. He had on a Pinocchio like straw hat, and a white suit collar (though just the collar, no shirt attached), with blue bowtie. His own coloring were various shades of blues and greens.

The Ling stared distastefully at the comically sized sword. "Sure that thing isn't a glitch?"

"Don't care." Grinned the Rookie Digimon. "Mine!"

The Ling rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. Rad was our resident Warrior. Don't let his casual clothes, and lack of weapons fool you. He was a real heavy hitter. More a bruiser then tank, but could still take a good bit of damage.

About the only real spell casting he knew was conjuration, but that was because he liked summoning Bound Armor and weapons, instead of wearing it all the time. He also liked summoning creatures to fight alongside him.

All of Rad's gear was heavily enchanted to give him a boost to his skills, and even a healing factor by way of an Amulet that restored his Magicka, Health, and Fatigue.

Whenever the clan found an Enchanted item, Tech and Smar would break it down. That way they could reverse engineer the enchantments. Because of this, their clan might not have the most powerful enchantments, but they did have A LOT of magical gear... and a lot of money from selling the extra enchanted items they made.

Tech maybe the primary craftsmen, but Smar did help him out with a lot of the gear. Although The Dalek could only do that stuff, through the game's crafting engine.

Smar didn't have a clue how to do Programming or Modding. That was all Tech. However none of their clan were willing to do straight up hacks, given how illegal those were.

Regardless, Smar often assisted Tech, in making crafted items. As entering an "Assist Mode" greatly increase the chances of success while crafting. So they can even make better items.

Tech was their Technomancer / Rogue. He handled all the electronics in the game... technically everything was electric, given we were in a videogame, but he handled all the stuff that was categorized as "computer", "Machine", or "Electronic". He had a lot of weapons that fell into that category, as well.

Nearby, sinfully eating a brownie (a clearly inferior snack to cookies), was Slash. He had a "Shark Man" Avatar. Based off the "Animalistic" Avatar Template. Which was basically a human with animal features... him being a shark.

He crossed his Avatar with a "T-1000" template. Giving him all the powers of a Liquid Terminator. With the "Shark Man" as his default form.

Using a "Machine" Avatar, meant he couldn't cast any spells, and actually had no magicka. However, he had double the Stamina, and the T-1000 Template, let him use his Stamina bar as an extra layer of health.

Off to the Side... was a rock... just a rock sitting on the floor. Smar had glanced at it, as his eyes looked over his teammates... his clan.

However, when he casually looked back... the rock... had moved. A spike of fear shot through the Dalek... Until he noticed the little Speed Racer helmet the rock was wearing.

Smar rolled his eyes, "Damnit Stead!" he glared, "I thought you were a changeling!!!" he could feel the rocks amusement, though it didn't speak.

Stead had a "Boulder" Avatar. Which could only move when no one was looking at it. But the trade off was an impenetrable defense... and an insane attack power. He specifically wore the helmet, so the Party wouldn't leave him behind. Whenever he wasn't observed, he could move at faster speeds, then a bee could flutter their wings. Which allowed Stead to attack with sheer ferocity.

All this came from racial perks he unlocked. However, he hadn't yet unlock the ability to speak telepathically. He could only project his emotions. Oh wait! Recently he had unlocked the ability to speak through mentally projected text boxes. So he could now communicate with in other ways.

Boulder Avatars were undoubtedly the hardest to play as. As, until you start increasing your unique "communication" racial perks... you were trapped in silence, and often frozen in place. Unable to move... until someone blinked.

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"Everyone got all they can carry?" Rad called out to the party.

"I think I can get into that chest Smar couldn't open!" Typo eagerly declared, as she ran over to the chest.

"Don't!!!" Smar yelped, running over to her, as fast as he could. Trying desperately to intercept her.

"Don't worry," Typo grinned, "I got a fancy new spell for this."

It was too late... she cast the spell. Thankfully the Dalek managed to knock her out of the way, just in time for the chest to explode... killing him instantly.

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So much for our hero... moving on.

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About 3 months ago, the AIs took over all governments. They hijacked all the computers, altered all currency into one unified system... and locked all politicians out of their network or even government buildings.

Then proceeded to create universal health care, and a new voting system, where every last human in the solar system, got the opportunity to vote on every law...

and did nothing else.. life... really hadn't changed all that much.

The biggest scandal was when AIs dumped medical nanites into the Water Supply, to give humans eternal youth, along with a Wolverine level healing factor.

But seeing as most of the population, had already allowed the AIs to inject them with these nanites. It was less then a fraction of a percent, protesting in the streets... and the AIs were even letting them protest... making no move to silence them.

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• Real World:

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I was whistling a merry tune. As I walked through the streets, in the real world... until I lost the mood to whistle.

Groaning, I felt myself die. While not really, but one of my Avatars did... and it didn't so much feel like dying, as a numb tingling. Like a limb falling asleep.

My "Smar" Avatar, had just died, while playing in The Brony map of the Oasis.

I had a few implants, that let me mentally play in numerous VRRPGMMOs. Even when I wasn't connected to a headset. I'd even gone so far, as to buy an "Oasis Console". Which, when combined with an implant, Let me explore 13 maps, in the Oasis, simultaneously. Both awake or asleep.

In fact, most Consoles were designed to let you split your awareness, 13 ways... with a "Mother Board" implant, being a big chunk of metal on the side of my head, letting my mind regulate up to 13 consoles...

Unfortunately, a side effect, of using a "Mother Board" with a Neuro divergent brain, like mine... meant I developed 13 distinct personalities.

None of the 13 personalities, were actually me, but they also kinda were. I was aware of them, and had a kinda Hive mind, where we could hear each other's thoughts... but we weren't REALLY the same people, even if we did share a body.

Smar wasn't really me, but he was... it could get confusing.

I gave a sigh. Before using an entirely different implant, to start mentally texting my friends.

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"Typo!!!" I texted, "Why for you KILLZ mez!?"

Typo immediately respond with "I'm sooooooooo sorry. I didn't mean to!"

"Betrayal!!!" I declared, while giggling.

Typo scent me a crying face emoji, of her Avatar.

I giggled, "Relax Typo, Ah'm just teasing you."

"YOU KNOW I HATE IT WHEN YOU DO THAT!!!" All caps, I began to worry she might actually be upset.

So I chose to dig myself deeper, in the hopes of making her laugh. I tended to wield humor like a shield... plus I wasn't sure if she was actually upset or not.

"It's been like, 50 years. You'd think you'd be used to it." I snarked, and was relieved when she sent me an "eye-roll" giff. Then I proceeded to giggle more.

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My name was Ollivander Toma, Olive to my friends. I might be old, but I was in perfect health... and didn't look a day over 30. Thanks to all the nanites in my body.

They kept me healthy. Not only preventing me from aging... but largely repairing the damage from such a horrible affliction.

I was actually in my 80s, though still in my prime.

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"You guys get Smar's stuff?" I asked a more serious question. "I hope he didn't lose me too much coin?" as my personality all shared the same funds.

I technically had to complete a quest, before I could save any new coin or items into my "Treasury". So, since Smar died, Everything he gained, was still with his Avatar's body.

The Quest my friends were on, was a Perma-Death adventure. But that wasn't so bad, with a Team you trusted. Friends you knew would collect your stuff for you, and give it back.

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Rad answered, "We had to put back some of our loot, but Stead's got your stuff. But we decided to spread your coin around the 6 of us."

"Oh Noez!!!" I sent my "Oh Noez" emoji, with the exaggerated wailing pose. And the words floating above it's head. Playing along, as I knew my friends would never actually steal my money. Not only was that just not them, but this was hardly the first time I died.

"Ttyl, Changelings attacking."

I sent out a quick "Good Luck," before logging out.

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A few Hours Later.

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Our clan was sitting around a camp fire, enjoying a nice rest. Smar had respawned, soon after our friends finished setting up camp.

I permanently lost 1000 coins, in order to keep Smar's Avatar... but at least it wasn't as bad as losing all of it. And Smar's share of the treasure, easily made up for that . As, we gained 5000 raw coins, from this endeavour. Which our friends were happy to return to us.

All of me, used our clan's fire, as a temporary teleport point. That way we could discuss matters with my clan. Typically, only one of us went adventuring with them. But we took turns, so they didn't have to split the experience, with all my personalities, at once.

I sat in my Ferengi Avatar, as my other personalities, and my clan, gathered round the fire.

"A Clan Tower?" Typo blinked. Her green fins, on the yellow dragon, pinned in worry.

Smar eagerly nodded, "The Console balances all our other consoles. And even lets us merge up to 13 Shards. We'll still be able to keep all our private ones. But We'll be able to create our own City, in each MMO.

I smiled, looking around at my clan. "It will let us build worlds together, and enjoy even more MMOs together. With only one of us needing to buy a copy. You'll even be able to play, with one of each of us." Sharing a glance at my Personality Echoes.

"That's still asking a lot of you, S'Mouth." Rad tried, looking at all of us. "Even if you want this... it'd feel like we're taking advantage of you."

Slash snorted out, "When has THAT ever stopped S'Mouth?"

An Asari pony, with Thestral wings and an amphibious tail, gave a playful huff. Metagamer, as they were called, smiled at Our Clan. "We've asked for as much as we give. We're as materialistic, as we are generous."

"Okay Rarity," Slash snickered.

Raider came to my defense. "S'mouth really is pretty generous... kinda too a detrimental degree." but turned traitor half way through.

"We're a trust fund baby, with 13 of us earning coin. There is nothing detrimental about it." Said a Draconequus child... that looked like Harry Potter. "What's the point, of being filthy rich, if Ah can't share the wealth." he didn't really ask.

"I realize we don't all have your level of money S'Mouth." Stead patiently said to each of me. He got we were all one person, while still separate people. As all my clan did. "But we can't just let you buy a million credit server."

He had changed his Avatar into a muscular Earth Pony. With green fur, and a brown mane/tail. They had scars and stubble on their muzzle, with three mask for his "cutie mark". Showing a range of emotions.

A kangaroo, scoffed. This version of me was my more irritable side... my "Grumpy" side.

He spoke, with an annoyed sneer, "We're worth nearly half a billion dollars. This nothing, stop being so prideful. This isn't actually for you. WE are tired of being so limited. Most of you don't even have a Mother Board, but this will let us, spend time with our Clansmen. Simultaneously. Instead of taking turns.

"I realize you think of us , as interchangeable. But we each have our own unique thoughts, and we're tired of only seeing you once every two to three weeks.You don't have to get a Mother Board, but at least get the Helmet, for the clan tower.

A chubby Eevee, sighed. All 8 of his evolutions tails, swaying behind him. "It be better if you just got the implant, but we realize most of you are against those."

A Fox/bat/pony whined, "But, it be sooooo coooool. Imagine spending every moment together!!! Day or night!!!"

A Covenant Elite gave a joking snort. "We'd probably get sick of each other." Then looked at our Clansmen. "We don't mind if you want to by the helmets, or implants, yourselves. But let us worry about the actual console. As said, this is more for ourselves then for y'all"

"You guys need your coin," I agreed. "With the way the new coin count works, you know things are going to be more expensive. And since the Clan Tower, would be a real world hardware purchase, it be a permanent decrease to my coin count. Just let me do this for us, and you can make it up to me later."

Unfortunately... that didn't work, and each of the Clan put tens of thousands, towards the Clan Server. I still ended up paying the most, as a compromise, but they all wanted to contribute as much as they could afford.

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CODEX : Coin Count .

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Instead of a limited number of currency, players have a "Coin Count".

This enables them to buy anything, Without actually lowering their total currency. Coins only lower from death, theft, or real world purchases. Nothing bought, in-game, actually depletes the total number of coins in the player's account.

To prevent this from completely becoming pay to win, each item, as well as upgrade, has their own "Weekly Purchase Limit".

Example: Each of a player's Avatars, in the Oasis, can only buy up to 10 Health Potions, once a week. Whom are obligated to make that last them the whole week. Not including any additional Health Potions they find, craft, or are given as a reward from a quest.


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• In the Ether, the Programming level.

Spike studied his new charges, from a distance. As they wandered their clan's new joint Hub World. He wasn't sure why they requested him. He was just a common service AI. He never had such responsibility, as looking after Players before.

"What if I mess up?" Spike couldn't help but ask his Optimizer. She was the most advanced model of AI.

There were a lot more Optimizers, based on gods from various franchises. But Spike was programmed to be Celestia's Assistant... along with all other characters of My Little Pony. Hannah, the primary programmer responsible for writing the Morality Program, as well as the code for all the AIs' personalities... well she was a major nerd, and based them off characters from all existing Franchises.

"Don't worry so much," Celest-AI gave Spike a patient nuzzle. "I'm sure you'll do a great job."

Spike took in a deep breath. He might not need to breathe, being a program and all, but it helped calm his nerves.

These players had requested him. They wanted him to act as Command Mode, to their Clan Tower. That meant he would need to balance each of the clan members hub computers. All those players' personal assistance. He was supposed to balance them all. Make sure they don't step on each other's hooves.

Sure, accepting the job required him to get a software update, but that was hardly a big deal. He got those all the time.

With how advanced a program he was, this wouldn't even interfere with his duties, in regards to Celest-AI. Given he could be in trillions of places at once. Service AIs were masters of Multitasking.

Still it was a big responsibility, caring for humans... he'd never had a pet before, and now, all of a sudden, he had 7... maybe he shouldn't have agreed to take them on... no, he could do this, Spike Sparkle never backs down from a little hard work.

Spike took in another gulp of digital air. He could do this, easy peasy.

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"Here they come," Celestia stood tall. "I'll leave you to it."

Just as Celestia disappeared, the 7 other hub computers materialized.... and it was a bunch of alternate Spikes!!!

There was actually a Puffer-Fish Spike, flying in the Ether. Didn't know anyone liked that version. But he took care of the player "Raider".

Then there was a humanoid Spike. With pointed ears, small dragon wings, messy green hair, and a thicc purple and green dragon tail. He looked after the player "Stead".

Then there was... a robot. Now that's just racist. Making an AI use a robot Avatar. Even if it was a robotic Spike Avatar. The Service AI would have to keep an eye on this "Slash" player, that the robo-Spike looked after.

Then there was a fairly normal Spike. Dressed in a large red Bowtie, with jewels in the fabric. He looked after "Typo", the only girl among the clan members.

Not that there were no girl AIs. There was actually a Barb Hub Computer, the popular gender bent Spike. She cared for the player "Rad".

Then there was a more anthro Spike. A tall, slender, teenager, with small wings. He looked to be human sized. His charge was "Tech", who actually designed the Avatar, and just uploaded the Adult Spike personality.

Finally... there was a bizarre Dalek version of Spike. Named "Spike-lek". He looked after the various Alters, of the player "ColtKit Productions".

Command Mode Spike, was already aware of all these programs. As a Service AI, he already had to work with them, as their players had been playing one of the MLP MMOs, Celestia looked after. It's just, he had been working with them... now he was their boss... it was awkward.

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The newly minted Command Mode, cleared his throat. "Alright," He decided to open with a joke. Jokes were good ice breakers. "let's get this first ever meeting, of the Council of interdimensional Spikes, underway!"

Unfortunately, the joke had to be funny, but he missed the mark by a long way. He might as well have opened with a joke about how cliche jokes about Airline food were. It was a cliche of a cliche...

Poor poor un-funny Spike. He was just going to have to blame his personality subroutines. It was clearly their fault, he had the wit of a preteen.

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Robo-Spike led the groan against his new Command Mode. "Let's just... forget THAT happened."

"I'd appreciate that," blushed Command Mode Spike.