Harmoni-Pass
Prologue
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Equestria has always been a land of beauty, a nation built upon the notions of friendship and harmony. Yet, I should explain before you hear my story about how even harmony can be taken too far. It has been nearly 100 years since Princess Twilight and her courageous friends defeat Nightmare Moon and returned Princess Luna to us. Since that time Equestria has faced many threats, yet the Elements of Harmony have conquered each one. Equestria has grown more unified and prosperous ever since the new holders of the Elements were chosen.
Hearing such claims would lead anyone to believe that we as a equines have gained more and more freedom and happiness in the past 100 years. We have, though as I type this I can’t help but wonder at what cost. Equestria has closed her borders to any and all foreigners. Griffons, zebras, dragons, minotaurs; none have been allowed access into Equestria since civil wars broke out amongst the griffons. News of other skirmishes and conflicts in the minotaurs’ and zebras’ nations have been heard too as Equestria isolated itself and became fully self-sustainable. Yes, while the world of Equus went into turmoil, we ponies decided that the best choice would be to preserve our the harmony we had established amongst ourselves. The choice was practical; a line of thought we would follow for the next 100 years and still follow today.
Technological improvements began rapidly once we chose to close our borders. Cities such as Manehattan boomed and grew exponentially. Ponyville itself soon grew into a massive city and merged with Canterlot to form a vast capital city. Wagons and carts were soon reengineered and industrialized into vehicles capable of driving themselves. Computers, medicine, weapons built for defense, fashion, even our basic understanding of what made ponies who we were began to change and grow. Fifty years ago at the peak of revolution, the Princesses saw the inevitable.
Princesses Celestia, Luna, Cadence, and Twilight stepped down from their positions and allowed their wards to vote for representatives in newly established bureaus along with the Mirage System. This system was created to help spread peace and prosperity throughout Equestria for as many ponies as equinely possible. By identifying somepony’s hue of color on their Harmoni-Pass, Mirage is able to identify if they would be aggressive to others or problematic to society. Once identified, ponies with the authority to are able to find, subdue and help those whom have allowed their Harmoni-Passes to become clouded. Of course, with the ability to find and identify possibly dangerous individuals there also needed to be a way to stop them. That is why the Ministry of Welfare's Public Safety Bureau, or MWPSB, created Harmonizers. This compact, matte black pistol taps into the user’s mind through techno-arcane magics. A Harmonizer will identify a pony’s hue through reading their Harmoni-Pass and calculate whether or not action should be take to reduce their Harmoni-Pass number or if they need to be isolated from society to prevent contaminating others’ Harmoni-Pass.
Everything and everypony has their place in Equestria’s new society. Peace is in abundance now. The Princesses no longer rule over us, yet we have gained a happier level of living without them. We as ponies can not even see the sky as our limit now.
Yet, here I am. Typing this report to you, whoever you are. Oh...funny...I forgot to tell you who I am. Well, everyone calls me Roulette. Its not the name I was given, but it is the name that stuck. I received it, because of my condition. I am the only known case of having a Harmoni-Pass which ticks both up and down on a constant basis throughout the day. I’ve visited many therapists and doctors and while all have been fascinated with me, I, thankfully, remain a normal everyday citizen. I can still have dreams and aspirations so long as my Harmoni-Pass never goes above 99. Right, I also work for the MWPSB. So...here’s my tale. A tale which I feel they don’t want known...
