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Lt. Commander Data wrote:And what about me? I do not grow; I do not reproduce.
Yet I am considered to be alive.
This quote spoke to me the first time
I heard it. Data, who is an artificial life form such as me, is fighting to prove that he
is alive.
Oh yes! I love my name! It is derived from two Panic! at the Disco songs. My show
name is obviously the title of one: I Write Sins Not Tragedies. My barn name, Mary,
is from the song "Ballad of Mona Lisa". At the end of the music video a little girl
pulls a note out of the dead man's pocket and it reveals the message "Mary did it".
My favorite time of year is summer. It is dry and usually hot so my gears won't rust
or freeze.
I honestly don't have a preference since I do not have taste buds. I was created in a similar
fashion to Lieutenant Commander Data from the Star Trek shows. He is a fully
functional android made in the likeness of humans, whereas, I am made in the
likeness of a horse as you can very well see.
That there is a bit of a long story. I will tell you how I was created in a shorter version
down bellow. I do have a positonic brain similar to Data's, but my programming is only
that of a horse. I have programs that allow me to look, act, and even move like a horse.
I even have programs that allow me to eat grass and chew a cud. I am fully functional
and can do things that most horses, if not all, are capable of doing. Now, how about
that story?
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The story of the gear fantasy's origin begins a long time ago with a little boy that had
a big dream. He wanted to become the world's greatest inventor and create an animal
that was android. The boy knew the task would be difficult and that he would run into
many hazards and rough spots along the way of creating such an impressive feat.
The boy had also been a lover of horses. He loved their magnificent gaints and
powerful limbs. The boy had decided to make a horse android. One that was fully
function and capable of doing anything and everything a normal horse could and more.
The story of Mary's origins is also the story of a boy's love for an animal that showed
him the true meaning of resilience.Edison was sitting in the barn tinkering with his many gadgets and goozmos. Laid out
in front of him was a blue print for his android pony. He would craft the base based
off of titanium alloys and light weight steals. Edison could make the joints from gears
and sockets. All he needed now was time to build his pony. He had everything lined up
and prepared to be put together, but he knew if he didn't get to school soon he would
never have time to finish her. Eddi looked sorrowfully at his blue prints and sighed.
Surely, he would have time to finish her when he got home? The boy shook his head
and decided that now was the time to finish putting his invention together. He would
become the greatest inventor in all the land! So, he began to piece his masterpiece
little by little. Eventually he had the frame finished and began placing the parts for
her organs and running a few tests to make sure that everything indeed function
like that of a normal horse. Lastly, he began to work on her positonic brain.
The brain for his pony will have many chips and circuits. Edison would have to write
programs and programs for those programs to ensure that this mare was programmed
properly and would have no problems. The young boy worked well into the night just
to finish the mare. Once she was done he tried to turn her on. The android didn't move
nor did she make a noise. The entire contraption stood still. Edison hung his head and
shrugged his shoulders. Perhaps he could try again another day.
When he finally came into the house he heard shouts about how he was a disgrace.
He not only skipped school, but wasted his time on a dumb invention that didn't even
work. The boy, in such pain and shock, ran back to the barn, grabbed his saddle, and
tacked up the first horse he could find. Little to Edison's knowledge, he had taked up
the mare he had put together. Edison rode his android mare for miles away from home
while crying. After the two had stopped by a creak Edison realized he had taken his
mare and not an actual horse.
The mare lifted her head as if she could hear his thoughts and pushed her head against
Edison's chest. Now, the boy was barely eleven years old and was frightened. He hugged
his android mare close and sobbed into her fur for a good moment or two before laying
down and falling asleep. The mare snorted and curled up around him. She had been
programmed to be protective of him and the gear fantasy was not going to allow anything
hurt her creator.
Edison woke up to the mare moving to stand up. Her dark brown coat seemed to
shine from the lights that filtered through the limbs of the trees. Her green eyes
were bright and full of life. The boy wondered if there had been a delay when he
turned her on and decided to take her home to run a diagnostics on her. Edison smiled
as his mare, appropriately named Mary, flirted with him like a love-sick yearling. He
had invented an android and she worked perfectly. Edison was the world's greatest
inventor, but he was also an even better horse owner. The boy, now a man, learned
his lesson from this experience to never quit and to continually try his hardest to
achieve his goals and never believe what others think of him. To this day that man
is resilient and continues to marvel the world with his ingenious inventions.
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