On The Clock

by DeathToPonies

On The Clock

Four more hours of her time, she thought.

As the hour hand struck 1 PM, Sweetie Belle took a deep breath, rationalizing that time like a goal. Rationalizing it in a way that felt achievable.

What exactly was "time" worth? Was her time worth more because of her? Or was it worth more because of what she knew how to do?

Deep breath in, deep breath out. There it was. One more instant. One more sliver of time.

As her hoof approached the floor, time seemed to slow to a crawl.

On the clock, huh. Four more hours...on the clock.

A soft tap of gravel as her hoof hit the ground. Her eyes took years to blink.

It's all about time, then? Every interaction of every living being comes down to that one fundamental element. Every agreement, every argument, every brief or long action or inaction, all came down to that one unmoving dimension. Time.

The faint smile on her face briefly changed to a frown.

She pondered the tale of "Flatlanders" - a commonly used analogy to describe what the third dimension "means", it involves imagining a universe that only existed in two dimensions, and the means in which they would view objects in the third dimension - the one above them. They would essentially only see infinitely tiny slivers of what we know to be VERY complex objects.

Most depictions online of this phenomenon are accompanied with ill-fitting graphics. Usually, they will show an object - like an apple - and then show you tiny vertical slivers of it in an attempt to visualize what the flatlanders would see. However, these are still too wide to visualize what seeing a three dimension object would look like in a two dimensional universe - the size would be infinitely small.

An infinitely thin sliver.

However, just as the way your brain automatically accepts supertasks as a viable explanation for how a Ferrari can outrun a turtle, it accepts this analogy in a way that can be understood - even if it can't be visualized. This is a method that only works in your head - it is impossible to represent physically.

It's that complicated. And that's the most commonly accepted way to visualize what an object would look in a dimension that isn't our own.

And yet we do everything , we commit everything, for time. The one dimension that we have no control over, will never be able to understand, and have no capability to perceive except a linear, straight line.

An infinitely thin sliver.

Hoof hits the ground.

Why did she even have to do this? To get money? What was money for? Buying things? And in an ultimate, all-inclusive sense, sense, what did buying lead to? Time. More time to do the things you like. Time to optimize. Time to thrive. Time to love. Time to survive.

All base instincts were easily understood. The basic instincts to eat, sleep, seek safety, eat, and love - all of them, except the desire to consume and use more time. To control more and more of it. To wish to control it to such a degree, paradoxically, that one spends one's time to earn more time.

That realization is what turned her perspective on it.

Just like everything else that seems enticing in life - too good to be true - time is a parasite. In truly simplest terms, though it feels good, you, as the host, receive no real value, and yet it, as the parasite, receives massive relevance and value.

Unfortunately, there wasn't anything she could do about it. This was, indeed, true hell. But by spending her time here, she increased her chances of one day being an adult who was at the top of it all, one who no longer swept and cleaned and served and acted and smiled for hours upon hours just to get a few hours of freedom. She would have to figure it out from here on out.

"Hey, wait up!"

Sweetie Belle jumped slightly, startled by the sudden voice.

"Oh, um, sorry."

She looked back to find Scootaloo waiting patiently for her to catch up. "I'm really sorry, I just spaced out for a second there."

Scootaloo's ears dipped bashfully. "Yeah, I guess I did, too..."

"No prob, Scoots," Sweetie Belle replied. "You're right, you should probably start getting ready, too. We don't want to keep Mr. and Mrs. Cake waiting any longer than we have to."

"Right! Thanks again for the help!" The pegasus gave her a quick wink before turning around to trot off towards the house.

With a gentle smile, Sweetie Belle watched her go before taking another step forward.

She couldn't let herself fall behind.

---

After the long, exhausting day, when the sun finally set, Sweetie had gone to bed early, but she found that the last hour of her day was much more difficult to let slip away. Despite having already fallen asleep, she found that she was unable to turn off her mind.

In fact, she didn't feel sleepy at all. She just lay there, staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression, listening to the sounds of the night beyond the window.

"...the stars."

She remembered how the pegasus girl at school had called them "stars". It reminded her of the memory of her younger days in Ponyville, lying in her bed under the covers in the middle of a stormy night.

She always saw Rarity as a prissy, unknowing fashionista, never concerned with more complex thoughts like her own. But just those nights - those dark and scary nights where she could no longer put up her façade of maturity and broke down, needing a sister the most - Rarity would calmly sit with her under the covers, and tell her stories about the stars in the sky, how they were formed, what matter they were made of.

Rarity would then face her and smile, with a calm and knowing expression, confirming to her little sister that, no matter how they differ, they'd 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Comments

[Starlight Nova]

Why isn't there a crossover tag?

[Kendallonian]

huh...

I don't get it.

[Kikio3000]

Interesting and deep story, where is Sweetie to think these thoughts, who made the Rarity art and why is the end too glitched to read?

[DeathToPonies]

11478702
crossover with...?

11478761
Sweetie has deep thoughts at work. Rarity has other thoughts.

11478965
All art is generated by NovelAI

[Kikio3000]

11480222
Ah, OK! Where does Sweetie work? It wasn't that clear... And maybe Starlight Nova thought that this story had to do with the "Among Us" game.

[DeathToPonies]

11480244
She works wherever you want - not too important for this story, I think!

Also haha yeah a reasonable assumption, but the among us contest had more to do with the way the prompts functioned, not the story content itself.

[Kikio3000]

11480250
Oh, OK! Haha, so Sweetie is an adult here?

[Ice Star]

The build-up is a little lacking in atmosphere, but that does reverse by the end. There is a bit of an aimless sense that some revising would correct. That aside, this is one of the stories to actually make good use of the random tag.

[overdue]

I am very frustrated because I know that the thing at the beginning about dimensions is wrong but i'm not smart enough to tell what

[TheOneAJ]

[Fire_Bolteli]

dang, I was incredibly invested until the last part, that made me think of how fast and unexpected can death be, how in a blink it can all end without letting you end your thoughts like scratching a vinyl while it's playing never letting the song have a propper end.

maybe you weren't going for existential dread but that's what I got from this ,be it for my current mood, or the fact that this could realistically happen to any of us, or how it almost happened to my mom when she was a baby (she was saved from a lost bullet by a peace of wood that was above her cradle). Anyways, good story

[Wolfeh05]

I honestly don't wanna sound...eh...dumb, but I don't really know what to make of this story.What's with the abrupt ending?I know that there is probably a hidden meaning here, but I can't grasp it...
I'll attempt a theory, but please don't judge me if I'm wrong:Sweetie has these deep, philosophical thoughts and she thinks no one understands her, not even Rarity.In fact, even though Rarity stayed with her when SB needed her, she believed that Rarity was dumb.
Or, second theory:SB judged Rarity as a dumb fashionista, but Rarity proved her wrong, however she simply can't remember any life advice that Rarity gave her, thus the glitchy text at the end when Rarity attempted to explain something to SB.
I know I'm probably wrong, that's why I really want to know the true meaning of this story.

[ThoScreaptCompaig]

Who is interested, here is the cleared text at the end:

nevthedarklordhasbeenreleasedthereisnomorehopeeverymomentfromhereonoutwillbetruehellallwillperishbymyhandallwilldierunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunilikeitbetterwhenyourunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunrunvvv

[PacifistDoodl3r]

when I was younger, wayy younger— twas basically a babe, my grandpa passed away and my teacher was informed about it. I handled it neutrally, not fully understanding the concept of death. He passed away on my birthday and since I received his present, I assumed he was ok. But a child hearing such news, especially on their birthday, will most definitely leave a lasting impact years later.
Anyway, my teacher asked me to stay after class for a minute. She told me, “I'm so sorry about your grandpa.”
When a family member dies, nobody really says, “I'm sorry they've passed away,” because everyone knows. Someone else acknowledging it felt different and little me hid behind their hair and stared blankly for the rest of the day. I was little and didn't understand this type of loss and how to grieve. My family barely talked about my grandpa after his death. They loved him, I saw that, but nobody wanted to cry. I played with dolls and Just Dance, but my enjoyment had left me.

ok, how does that relate to this? Art is subjective and I take out more than what DTP put into this. Sweetie Belle, like me, never learned how to properly grieve. With Rarity out of the picture, nobody was there to care for her when it came to this. Friends can help of course, but a familial bond is super important. Like I've mentioned, my grandpa who was pretty close to me and nobody in my family really mentioned his passing afterwards. I needed a family member to tell me, “He's gone. I know. It'll be ok.”

Sweetie Belle lost in her thoughts thinking about the time she has left feels realistic, and thoughts like these often happen at work or before going to bed. I would know. The ending feels cryptic but maybe we all need to be spooked once in a while. I enjoyed this story, I find it relatable. You didn't intend to make it this deep but I like to look into pieces and feel connected to them. 

[PresentPerfect]

whatever image is supposed to be there isn't anymore, and I feel like I'm missing something major because of it :/

[DeathToPonies]

11656100
I need to stop being lazy, go back and fix my story images. Most were hosted on Smutty Horse which is now down.

In this case, don't worry, you didn't miss much.

[PresentPerfect]

11657350
okay, I will take your word for it :O

[DeathToPonies]

11657353
I think it was just a close up of Rarity's eyes, LOL