“Computer, override. Dillahay, Delta One Niner Seven Six.”
The computer processed his command, the familiar beep signaling the override had been initiated. “Override continued.”
As the door fully opened, the cave spider skittered forward, its venomous fangs glistening under the dim light. Thomas, helpless and terrified, screamed as the creature approached.
In the silent observation room, Celestia lowered her head in sorrow while Luna looked on with a solemn expression. Rose and Zack exchanged uneasy glances, and Cozy shuddered, burying her face in Chrysalis’s side, unable to watch anymore. Chrysalis, stoic as ever, kept her eyes fixed on the screen.
Jeremy, still standing by the control panel, watched without flinching. This was the moment of justice—harsh, cold, and irreversible. He had given Thomas every chance to choose a different path, but the man had rejected them all. Now, he would face the consequences.
The computer announced, “Execution complete.”
Jeremy exhaled slowly, knowing that this dark chapter had come to an end. There was no joy in his expression, only the weight of having done what had to be done.
Jeremy sat quietly, his head bowed in deep prayer. Tears streamed down his face as he asked God for forgiveness. The weight of what had just transpired hung heavily on his heart. In the quietness of his soul, he heard God’s voice, calm but filled with understanding.
"Heavy is the head that wears the crown, Jeremy. As head admiral, you must do what's best for the Federation. I know you’ve wrestled with this, but you acted for the greater good."
Jeremy, still weeping, whispered back, “This doesn’t bring me any joy. I don’t feel closure, or satisfaction. It just feels... hollow.”
The door to the chamber slid open, and Celestia, Rose, Cozy, Chrysalis, and the others walked in. They were met with the unexpected sight of Jeremy kneeling, tears falling freely, consumed by the sorrow of what he had been forced to do.
Celestia paused, her expression softening as she witnessed the vulnerable moment. "I thought... I thought he wanted this," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "But now, I see he’s disheartened by it."
Rose stepped forward, gently placing a hand on Celestia’s shoulder. “Celestia, you don’t understand. Jeremy’s been trying to figure out what to do with Thomas for years. He’s thought about everything—he even considered a lobotomy or behavioral therapy. But after what Thomas did, this... this was the only solution he saw left.”
Celestia’s eyes widened in realization. “I was wrong about him. He doesn’t do this because he wants to. He does it because he must, to protect the ones he cares about—even strangers.” She looked over at Jeremy, seeing him in a new light. “Jeremy wears his emotions on his sleeve. He’s a big old marshmallow… until someone crosses the line.”
Jeremy, hearing their words but too emotionally drained to respond, remained in prayer. He knew he had done what was necessary, but the burden of leadership, of making such decisions, was heavier than anyone could understand.
Rose looked over at Celestia, her tone somber as she continued to explain. "You see, Jeremy abhors violence in any form. He tries to abstain from it whenever possible. Even with Thomas, Jeremy wanted to take the peaceful route—he tried to talk to him about God, hoping it might lead to a change of heart."
Celestia's eyes widened in disbelief. "He tried to share his faith with Thomas? What happened?"
Rose shook her head, her voice laced with frustration. "Thomas punched him in the gut for his trouble. Told Jeremy he was weak for believing in God, calling it a fairytale like the Tooth Fairy. Said that faith was for the weak."
Celestia's expression hardened, anger simmering beneath the surface. "So Jeremy tried to extend kindness, and Thomas repaid him with violence? He mocked Jeremy's faith?"
"Yes," Rose nodded. "And it didn’t stop there. Thomas even tried to convince the Vulcan leader to push for a vote of no confidence to remove Jeremy from his position as head admiral. But it didn’t work."
Celestia raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Why not?"
Rose continued, her voice soft but firm. "S'vok, the Vulcan leader, refused. He said, 'I care not if Jeremy relies on a belief that to us is illogical. He gets results.' Even the Vulcans could see Jeremy's value as a leader."
Celestia took a deep breath, her respect for Jeremy growing with every word. "Jeremy may wear his emotions openly, but he's stronger than anyone gives him credit for. And his strength doesn’t come from violence—it comes from his heart, his faith, and his unwavering resolve."
Jeremy sighed heavily, his voice carrying the weight of years of frustration. "I’ve tried so many times to reach that knuckle-dragger. He just doesn’t want to be reached. He doesn’t want to change."
His eyes, clouded with the pain of countless failed attempts, softened for a moment. "I was always taught that change isn’t something that just happens—you have to want it. My grandma used to say, 'You can look at that drunk bum on the sidewalk, and you can either will yourself to become like that bum, or you can deny it for yourself and say, I will not end up like them.'"
Rose nodded firmly, agreeing with every word. "He’s so right. You have to make that choice for yourself."
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Jeremy sighed, rubbing his temples as they walked. "Let’s just go back to the castle. I need to unwind. What a rotten day." His voice carried both exhaustion and anger. "To hell with Thomas Riker. To hell with the evil spirits that have dragged him down to the pits. I hate feeling like this." He paused, shaking his head. "The last time I had to make a choice like this, I was in a funk for weeks."
As they arrived back in Equestria, Cozy and Chrysalis approached Jeremy. Cozy spoke up first. "Thank you for looking after us, and noticing something was off with that drink we were given."
Chrysalis nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we should have known better than to accept that drink from them."
Jeremy pulled out a small device, a holoprocessor. It resembled the holographic compute modules used on the holodeck but was outfitted with 21st-century ports. As he started tinkering with it, Celestia watched curiously.
"Jeremy, is that some kind of holographic computer?" Celestia asked, her head tilted in curiosity.
Jeremy nodded, his focus still on the device. "Yeah, it’s a holoprocessor. Same concept as the holodeck modules but in a portable form." He began installing Windows 11 onto the device before moving on to set up a magma Minecraft server.
Celestia blinked in surprise. "What are you doing?"
"I’m using this holoprocessor, which is no bigger than a smartphone, to run a full magma Minecraft server," Jeremy explained, engrossed in his work. It seemed like his way of unwinding from the day's events—a distraction from the weight of his decisions.
Jeremy sat down with his holoprocessor, setting it carefully on the table as he gathered his thoughts. He glanced around at the familiar faces of Picard, Riker, Data, Deanna Troi, Seven of Nine, and Captain Janeway, each eager to help him bring his vision to life. “I’ve been working on an idea for a while now,” he began, excitement tingling in his voice. “It’s called Metacraft. It’s a Minecraft server inspired by the metaverse from Neal Stephenson's Snow Crash. I want to build a world within Minecraft that reflects the same blend of technology, society, and exploration that was central to the book."
He took a deep breath, continuing, "In Snow Crash, the metaverse is this sprawling digital universe where people create, explore, and engage. I want to replicate that in Minecraft, but I want to go further. Players would be able to create their own avatars, build virtual cities, form guilds, engage in trade, and even manage digital economies. The idea is to create a space where technology, creativity, and culture collide."
Picard nodded thoughtfully. "It sounds like an ambitious project. How do you plan to structure it?"
Jeremy smiled, glad to have sparked Picard's interest. "That’s where the General Multimedia Protocol Group (GMPG) comes in. In the book, the GMPG was responsible for maintaining order in the metaverse. I want players to take on similar roles, overseeing server development and managing the world. But beyond the in-game roles, I’m also looking for real people to become moderators, helping with the server’s technical aspects, community management, and creative direction."
Riker, intrigued, leaned forward. "And what kind of people are you looking for to join this GMPG?"
"People who understand balance," Jeremy explained. "I want players to have the freedom to create and explore, but we also need structure to keep everything functional. The GMPG would ensure that the server runs smoothly, help with resolving disputes, and provide technical support."
Seven of Nine, who had been silently observing, spoke up. "I have experience with complex systems. I could assist with developing and maintaining the server’s technical infrastructure, ensuring it operates efficiently and securely."
Jeremy’s face lit up. "That would be amazing, Seven. We’ll need robust systems to support player interaction and the intricate world we’re creating."
Data, always fascinated by technology, offered his support next. "If your server is meant to replicate the metaverse, you'll need complex algorithms and responsive AI. I could assist in creating those systems, ensuring the world feels dynamic and alive."
Jeremy nodded, thrilled by Data's enthusiasm. "The AI is a huge part of this project. I want NPCs and environments to react to players, making the world feel interactive and evolving. With your help, we can make that a reality."
Deanna Troi, who had been quietly listening, added her perspective. "You’ll need to carefully manage player dynamics. In a world like this, there will be emotional conflicts, disputes over creations, and personal investments. I can help mediate those situations and create a positive, cooperative environment."
Jeremy agreed. "That’s definitely something I’ve thought about. The metaverse is social by nature, and we need to make sure it stays a place of creativity, not conflict."
Captain Janeway smiled. "This is a massive undertaking, Jeremy. You’ll need more than technical infrastructure—you’ll need leadership. I can help organize the GMPG, making sure that everyone knows their roles and responsibilities. Structure is vital for a project of this scale."
Jeremy nodded gratefully. "That’s exactly what we need. We’re creating a real organization within the server, where players can take on leadership roles, moderate, and contribute to building the world. A strong chain of command will ensure everything runs smoothly."
Riker grinned, leaning back. "And what about exploration? The metaverse is all about discovery. Players are going to want to explore, form factions, and build their own cities. How do you plan to manage that?"
Jeremy's excitement grew. "Exploration is key! I want players to carve out their own territories, establish cities, and even develop economies. But we’ll need systems in place to manage resources, trade, and potential conflicts. The GMPG will oversee these aspects, ensuring everything stays fair without stifling creativity."
Riker raised an eyebrow. "I’d love to help with that. Exploration is right up my alley."
"That would be incredible, Riker," Jeremy replied. "We could develop questlines and hidden areas for players to discover, adding layers of depth to the game."
Picard leaned forward. "It sounds like you're also planning to include some form of conflict within this metaverse."
Jeremy nodded. "Conflict is a driving force in storytelling, and I want to include rogue AI factions or player-versus-player scenarios to keep things interesting. But the focus will always be on creativity and cooperation."
Deanna smiled. "And I’ll be ready to help ensure that conflict stays in-game and doesn’t affect players emotionally."
Janeway added, "With a strong team like this, Jeremy, you can create something truly extraordinary. But what’s your long-term vision?"
Jeremy paused to gather his thoughts. "I want Metacraft to be more than just a Minecraft server. I want it to be a place where people can experience the future of digital worlds. The metaverse in Snow Crash was ahead of its time, and I believe we can push those boundaries even further. This server could become a place where people build, create, and experience something that feels real."
Seven of Nine, ever the pragmatist, tilted her head. "You are attempting to create a virtual society within a game framework. That is no small feat, but it is an intriguing one."
Jeremy smiled. "That’s exactly the challenge. I want players to feel like they’re part of a living world, where their actions have real consequences. But I’ll need help in every area—coding, moderation, leadership, and community engagement."
Picard stood up and placed a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder. "You have a bold vision, Jeremy, and with all of us working together, I believe we can make Metacraft a reality."
Jeremy beamed, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. "Thank you, everyone. With your help, I believe we can create something that not only honors Snow Crash but pushes the concept of the metaverse to new heights."
And so, the team got to work. Seven of Nine took charge of the server’s infrastructure, ensuring its stability and scalability. Data focused on the AI components, crafting dynamic systems that would bring the server’s NPCs and environments to life. Deanna Troi worked closely with the player community, moderating interactions and helping build a cooperative atmosphere. Captain Janeway took on the leadership role, organizing the GMPG and recruiting members to oversee various aspects of the server. Riker, true to his explorer’s heart, designed vast, uncharted areas for players to discover and claim as their own.
As the pieces began to come together, Metacraft transformed from an ambitious concept into a sprawling, living digital world. With Jeremy’s leadership and the assistance of his team, the server became a place where creativity, technology, and human connection thrived—pushing the boundaries of what a Minecraft server could be and giving players a glimpse into the future of digital worlds.
Jeremy turned to Seven of Nine, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. “Seven, could you create hypercards like the ones in Snow Crash? They’re small cards that hold information and objects, allowing players to access resources and key details quickly.”
“Creating hypercards is feasible,” Seven replied, her analytical gaze locked onto Jeremy. “I can develop the coding framework to ensure they contain relevant data, allowing players to store and retrieve important information efficiently.”
“Perfect! That will enhance the player experience in Metacraft,” Jeremy said, enthusiasm bubbling within him. He then turned to Data. “Data, I want you to focus on the transportation systems within the server. We need a system that allows players to travel seamlessly between different regions. Additionally, can you work on setting up the plugins listed in the data packet I handed out? It’s crucial that they integrate smoothly with our existing structure.”
Data nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Understood, Jeremy. I will analyze the data packet and begin work on both the transportation systems and the plugins. A well-structured transportation network will be essential for enhancing player mobility and the overall experience.”
Jeremy smiled, feeling the momentum of the project building. He then looked at Celestia, who had been quietly observing the discussions. “Celestia, can we enlist your help in building a few houses to serve as starter homes for players?”
“Absolutely, Jeremy,” Celestia replied eagerly. “I can design a few different styles of apartments and shop rentals to give players a range of options. It will help establish the sense of community we’re aiming for.”
“Great! You all can help build apartment complexes and shop rentals,” Jeremy added, feeling a surge of optimism. “Creating these spaces will not only provide players with a place to live and work but also foster interaction among them. The more we can establish a vibrant environment, the better the experience will be.”
With each member of the team assigned a critical task, the energy in the room was palpable. They were no longer just discussing ideas; they were actively shaping the world of Metacraft, each contribution bringing Jeremy’s vision closer to reality.
Rainbow Dash zoomed in, hovering impatiently. “Hey, what about Spike and me? You forgot about us!”
Jeremy chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry, Rainbow, I saved one of the coolest jobs for you! You’re going to build train stations for different districts on the map. Just focus on the local routes for now. We’ll eventually link those up with the regional routes and the server-wide transit system. And you don’t have to stick just to trains—you can build ferries, buses, ski lifts, planes, whatever you think fits.”
Rainbow Dash’s eyes lit up. “Awesome! I’m on it!” She sped off to start planning the stations.
Jeremy then turned to Spike. “And Spike, I’ve got something perfect for you, too. I want you to learn how to use the Brewery mod.”
Spike raised an eyebrow. “Brewery mod?”
Jeremy nodded. “Yep! It lets you craft all sorts of potions and drinks. There are tutorials linked for different types of brewing techniques—learn those, and you’ll be in charge of the taverns and potion shops.”
Spike grinned, already excited to start experimenting. “Sounds good! I’ll get right on it.”
With all the ponies and Spike geared up for their tasks, the server project was coming together faster than Jeremy could’ve imagined.
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