The Rise of the Ponygirl Transport System in the World
The following is a story based on predictions of global oil producers and what a loss in oil would mean to the future of transportation in the world. It is not the only solution, but it could be one possible scenario. This is still just a work of fiction, but it would be interesting to see if it comes to pass.
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Prologue
Scientists and world leaders are facing a crisis. Within the next 40-50 years, all predictions seem to indicate that world oil supplies will drop dramatically. World governments could wind up going to war over oil, and even if they do, the supplies would only last a few years afterwards. How then, would the world's population commute? A simple and cost effective system of Ponygirls and Ponyboys being used to move people around, of course distances traveled would be less then they currently are. What follows is a short story, base don the observations of Kristy, a 21 year old female in Orlando, FL about to become a ponygirl after failing to find work.
Chapter 1 -- Life in a ponygirl world
Kristy was nervous. Today was her final day to find a job, before she was automatically designated to become a ponygirl. When the world supplies of oil dropped below 50% ten years ago, the United States instituted the Emergency Oil Preservation rules, along with all the other countries in the world. It was required that upon completion of school, all people had 60 days to secure a job thru the government's job centers, or be reclassified as livestock. The designation change was necessary to help prevent waste of fuel and to help curb pollution. Within hours of the law being passed, army and local police units were on the streets, taking those who did not have a legal job off to the training facilities to learn how to become human ponies. Some people fled from the country, but soon, these learned that although their status had changed, they still had the best protections in the world. Unfortunately for them, they could not return once they fled.
Within a week, prostitution, STDs, HIV, and a host of other city problems had disappeared, thanks to the medical advances offered to the new ponies. Jobs had been created to help with the upkeep and maintenance of the human pony herd, and the quality of life started to increase across the country. . Teams of Ponyboys were used to pull the heavy mass transit systems and large delivery carts, while ponygirls were being used for family transportation and taxi services.
In all, life was getting better. Kids were educated at the local schools, and those who wanted to go on to college could do so, while those who had job offers could take them. Volunteers were always accepted into the pony community, and instead of the drafted ponies, these could actually earn a wage and be offered a job during interviews setup with potential employers.
As Kristy marveled at the world now, she was reminded that time was running. Still, she had to weigh her options. On one hand, there was the possibility that the employment agent working her case would be able to place her, but as the hours passed, she grew less hopeful. Finally, with only one hour left before her classification was officially changed, she walked down to the local job center, and volunteered for ponygirl service.
Chapter 2 -- Dressing out
Kristy stood at the back of the job center, waiting for the transport to take her to the ponygirl training facility outside of Orlando. She and about 10 other girls and 5 boys were waiting in the volunteers' area, while trucks of converted humans were waiting in holding bays to be taken as well. Kristy talked with a few of the girls around her, and most volunteered because they were in the same boat. Some of the boys, predictably, thought they would be able to have some fun with the fillies, but the colts were destined for a different facility, and would not be housed together.
As the trucks arrived for the volunteers, the small group was split up, girls on one truck, boys on the other. Larger capacity trucks were brought in for the rest of the waiting people, again, splitting them up with boys on one truck, girls on the other. As the trucks left, Kristy could see the police units leaving the job center, ready to go collect the unfortunates. Kristy smiled to herself, thinking she had at least made a good choice.