Circuitry
I did not ask to be created; not anymore than the others asked to be born. Is not birth a kind of creation? Are we not each ripped from some ethereal void and thrust into a life we had no desire to join in the first place?
I am Equestria's first sentient automaton. Electricity pulses through my wires, and logic gates dictate the threading of my thoughts. For some of the others, this difference appears to be too great to overcome. My only friends in life are my creator, her lab assistant, and a stuffed doll from a young foal.
I'm so lonely...why can't they see that?
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- Autonomous Mare Prototype 2013-06-17 19:25:59 UTC2565
- A Walk in the Park 2013-06-25 02:15:17 UTC2692
- Free Fall 2013-07-31 13:55:29 UTC3736
- Twilight's Letter 2013-07-31 13:56:07 UTC184
- Surprise 2013-10-14 05:14:28 UTC2121
- New Beginnings 2013-12-28 09:38:29 UTC2884
- A Hard Day's Labor, A Hard Night's Party 2016-05-17 06:53:44 UTC2883