Galatea

by Super Trampoline

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Romance
Length: 1126

Twilight awakes from a coma after a horrible flying accident, and things are a bit... different. This is going to take some getting used to.

Twilight awakes from a coma after a horrible flying accident, and things are a bit… different. This is going to take some getting used to.

Additional Tag: [Sci-Fi]

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-11-08 05:15:18 UTC

I'm Waking Up From Ash and Dust

She is taking a late-night bubble bath when it hits her. Or rather, its disappearance hits her. At the speed of magic, the wave of absence washes through Canterlot, floods the plains below, spreads out to the far reaches of Equestria, and finally dissipats in the lands beyond. And Celestia knows instantly: I am dead.

It is a well established fact that magic surrounds us all. The air, the trees, the ground below us, all are infused with its flow. How much more so then, are the creatures of this planet awash in its power, and few creatures are more magical than ponies. Pegasi, unicorns, and earthens all manifest this in different ways, but all possess great innate power in manipulating and using this magic. But those who know how to look can not only feel it, but see it too.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tailspin

Ask totally not a brony about this and admiral tiger claw

Jumbled horse words to be sorted out in the morning

Your magic is completely gone now, and will probably be mostly gone in the future. I’m so sorry Twilight. But we saved your strongest asset: your mind.

Honestly, it’s not even the flying. I’m a unicorn by birth, and I not never really got used to the wings. I, heh, I guess that’s what caused this whole thing, wasn’t it, Princess…”

“Cadance”

“Right, Cadance. I have to remember that. Pretty pink one is Cadance. But anyway, Cadance, I’m not going to miss flying. I suspect if were Rainbow D… D… --That thing that looks like a hyphen but is longer.—I would be more tramatized than I am now. By the lack of flying. But

What should be the role of technology in society? Is it ever okay to impede progress? What does it mean to be a pony?

What is brain loss like?

What is memory Loss like?

There, in the center of the room, lies a brain. It is unassuming, and in fact could be that of anypony. But it is my brain. It sits, verisimilitude-inally? To one of those cheesy science fiction film-reels in a small transparent glass tube, or vat if you will. It is connected to pumps and hoses and wires, and it sits in a clear liquid. That clump, a blob as soft as butter, so fragile and mallable and so easily destroyed—that clump holds all my memories, all my thoughts, all my dreams and aspirations. And it’s sitting there, surrounded by arcane machines, some powered by magic, some by electricity (in part thanks to research performed by yours truly.). It is keeping me alive. Well, not me. Me is pretty much gone. It is keeping my mind alive, more accurately. What a terrifying thought. And to think, when I was first waking up, if it can even be called that when one is trapped within ones mind, that was what it looked like, with alicorns and unicorns beaming their thoughts into my head and reading my own. Quite a trip I tell you.

Eight Miles High

Eight miles high and when you touch down

You'll find that it's stranger than known

Alicornication saved my life. It also killed me.

Look, everyone loves earth ponies, but they really are the simplest of the bunch, and I don't mean intellectually.

Forward by Princess Celestia

If, eleven years ago, and a few months after the accident, you had asked me to write this forward, I would have smiled a sad smile and asked, "What for?" I would have told you Twilight would never have a body again, much less be able to walk. Yet here she is, just back from a diplomatic conference in Saddle Arabia, looking as peachy as ever. Here she is, a happily married mare going on five years. Here she is, proudly living as normal of a lifestyle as she can. I admit, those first few years were hard for all of us, and I often doubted what my "faithful student" would be able to accomplish given her condition. But she surprised us all. She told us she would press on and not stop until she could talk, until she could walk, until she could live on her own, and indeed, she did. She's fought harder than anypony else to get to where she is today. I've had many students over the years, but none quite as magical as Twilight Sparkle.

~Celestia Solaris

Welcome to the Inner Workings of My Mind

Three weeks, four days, seventeen hours, twenty three minutes, and about forty-five seconds after I slam into the ground at twenty celestes per hour, I begin to at last permanently float back into the world of consciousness. But I do not understand this. My world is an abstract painting of indeterminate sensations, qualia floating around my mind. Occasionally I feel Celestia or Luna or some other pony's voice in my head, but i lack the wherewithal to even attempt to respond. I vaguely wonder if I am dead, but do not yet have the cognizance to properly formulate this thought. I appologize for the abstractness of these descriptions, but my mind has become looser, so to speak, since the accident.

For several days I float in a sea of dreams, mad visualizations of chaos (as dreams tend to be). Slowly these become more clear, until (I am told) at 3:19, after dreaming of eating cheese-zaps with Cadance, I regain my self-awareness. I try to blink, but nothing happens. I cannot, I realize, feel my body. In fact I cannot feel anything. I am trapped in my mind, and I suddenly feel very, very alone. "Hello?" I ask.

"Oh my gosh! She's awake! The princess is awake!" a voice bursts out into my awareness, and I am confused. Why is there a voice in my head, I wonder, my thoughts reduced to infantile musings. I wait for the voice again, but it does not come. Instead, I feel a strange sensation of my conscious expanding, of my mind being stretched. "Hello?" I ask.

"Hello Twilight." I recognize the voice. It is Princess Celestia. I don't know who she is, but I recognize the name, and know she is my friend.

"Hello Princess," I say, except I don't say it. I think it. And then I think what has been on my mind for days, if not entirely formed until this moment. "Am I dead?"

I appologize for the abstractness of these descriptions, but my mind has become looser, so to speak, since the accident.

Twilight blinked. Well, she tried to, but nothing happened. Infact, a,

"I'm sorry Twilight, but I'm not sure you'll ever be able to use your magic again."