Ascension

I was still the same old me. I still had the white skin and wings, the same shining silver mane and tail that drew so much unwanted attention and the same pools of penetrating silver for eyes. I hated it, it wasn't how I was born and I knew it. I was born like a normal pony. Light blue coat, a darker blue mane and tail, and green eyes. I was a nobody, except for the fact that my father and my brother ran the resistance, and everyone knew it. People either hated me or they loved me, depending on how they thought of the resistance. I hated my family for that. For not letting me to have a normal life, for not letting people be on the fence about me. The ones in the resistance treated me as if I was their son or brother. The ones that went against the resistance would sometimes go as far as trying to kidnap or kill me. Little did they know, I was not entirely helpless. If my brother had taught me anything, it was how to take care of myself. I won every fight the "Anti-resistance", as my father called them, threw at me, that is probably how I got into this mess.

"Silver Moon could you report to the psycho-analysis session in the mental ward, please?" the voice over the intercom said.

"I will be right there, thank you." I replied

Great, now onward to the crazy house. I wonder if there were any complications to my surgery since I couldn't operate on myself like I operated on the rest of them.

I stepped out of my bed and turned to the mirror.

Hmmm... not even any scars, it almost looks like I did do it. Alright then, lets try out this suit. All it takes is a thought, right? Ok, suit on.

The black and blue pack on my back expanded and contorted like a giant snake. It engulfed my body, and there was darkness.

Oh great, they put it on backwards didn't they...

Just then the HUD popped up in front of me.

...or not...

As I inspected the HUD, I felt the nanobots in my brain do their jobs. I could feel the stimulants they fed my brain, I was getting stronger, faster and smarter. The best part was that I could feel it, the rush of power created a kind of euphoria, a sense of extreme happiness along with the tranquility of inner peace.

Yes, it is working better than I could have imagined. Not only is it evoking positive emotions, it is removing the negative ones. I bet the targeting system works just as well.

When I arrived at the mental ward, I went through a complete system analysis, and everything seemed to be working perfectly. Little did I know that I had forgotten to retract my suit, which I found to be a big mistake. When I arrived, my teammates looked at me with fear and hatred.

Woops, I guess I forgot. Helmet off.

They relaxed when they saw my face, except for Otis who went straight from a salute into a series of apologies.

"Sorry sir, we thought that you might had been a cyborg that was trying to stop this operation." he said.

"That's ok, Otis, and stop calling me sir." I replied.

"Then what should I call you?"

"Silver Moon is my name, but you may call me whatever you wish."

I immediately regretted this choice of words.

"Can we call you Snooty Booty Batooty?" Amaranth asked with little more maturity than a filly.

Cerulean instantly busted out in uncontrollable laughter.

"No, you may not call him that!" replied Ember.

"Aww, but why not?" the pony continued

"Because it is disrespectful! Thats why not!" Ember retorted.

As the two continued fighting Otis leaned over to me and said,

"Ember seems quick to defend you even though he has only met you once. Why is that?"

"Because the one time I met him I risked my life to save everypony and everything he had."

"Huh, I never expected you to be the fighting type." Otis said with a little more than hint of suspicion.

"Do you doubt me?" I replied as smoothly as I could.

"No," Otis said, "I doubt him."

"That doesn't happen to be because he's a cyborg is it? Because you know as well as I do to not judge a book by its cover." I said, my anger building.

"Hmmph, I still don't trust him." whispered Otis as the argument died down.

"What were you two talkin' about over there?" Cerulean asked.

"Aww, nothin' for you to worry ya lil' head 'bout young'n." said Otis exaggerating his southern drawl.

"I'm not little and I'm not young! Heck I'm probably older than you!" replied the mare.

"Wanna bet?" said Otis

"Yeah." replied Cerulean with a little less confidence than before.

"I am currently fifty seven with my birthday comin' up on the twentieth." Otis said, towering over her.

"Woah, you sure do age well grandpa. I'm thirty." Cerulean said as she appeared to shrink before the giant pony.

"No, you're not, sis. You're twenty-two, just a year older than me!" said Amaranth.

"And you're thirty Otis!" Ember said.

"How did you know that?" said Otis with a glare at Ember.

"I...umm...I kinda...scanned you..." whimpered Ember.

"HOW DARE YOU!! DID YOUR PARENTS EVER TEACH YOU TO RESPECT OTHER PEOPLE'S PRIVACY?" shouted Otis as he got into his fighting stance.

The other ponies were about to stop the fight when I halted them with a look in their direction.

"RRRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!!!" Otis bellowed as he charged the now cowering pony.

Everyone watched as Ember's horn opened to reveal a synthetic magic omni-weapon. The shot that followed hit Otis directly in the chest, burning a six inch hole strait through the still-charging pony. He collapsed right in front of the now distraught Ember. We all rushed to inspect the body, them to see if he was dead, me to watch him be revived. With us gathered around the body I got to see my life's work in action as the six inch hole healed itself before our eyes. I felt like jumping for joy, but I settled with a smile.

"Nice suit doc," Otis said as soon as he could stand, "I can call ya doc right?"

"Yes, I believe that is fine" I replied.

Oh good, I thought, I'm glad he doesn't hold a grudge against me for letting him die, even if it was only for a second.

Otis walked over to the still shocked Ember and whispered something in his ear. Ember's face changed from shock to terror in a split second.

"What was all that ruckus?" asked a stallion in the doorway.

"Nothing," I replied, "just us doing a little experiment is all."

"Ok then could ya keep it down." said the stallion.

"Don't worry, I believe we are done here." I replied, "Lets go guys and I will teach you how to use your suits."