Those Thirty Days

  "Ponies; we are intrinsically social creatures, though are dispositions are largely varied. A large distinction lies between being alone and being lonely, being removed and being solitary. Everypony, even those who feel they are unable to preform social tasks when in the presence of others, need the presence of others at a fundamental level. Everypony has another in whom they can confide, one in whom they can trust in an share their feelings with. No pony is an absolute loner, because a fundamental element on which our sanity hinges is the knowledge one is not alone. We tend to forget this in many ways, though when we are truly alone, stranded without contact with the outside, without contact with life, we can easily fall into depression. We need others to validate our efforts, to help us improve, to make us who we are. No pony is self made, and no pony can go it truly alone."

                                                              -Princess Twilight Sparkle, during a meeting with the Board of Equestrian Educators

  When I was young, I was distant from most everypony, much as many who were in my position. I was a pony of some privilege, though my parent rarely spoiled me. My name is Keen Eye, and though it may appear that way, this is not a story about me finding a special group of friends, meeting with part of the Council of Friendship, or me making some other large contribution to society. No, this is a story about how I, with the help of a few others, cracked a case about one of the most outrageously immoral companies in the history of Equestria.

  Fillydelphia, though the fourth largest city in all of Equestria, is still one of the most communally centered areas. Having only risen from a small town a bit over three centuries ago certainly did help foster that sense of community and intercitizen dependence. The ponies of the city might not be a close as once, but many ponies still know each other by name, while as some of the other large cities tend to not quite the same sense of community. It was true, with a city as large as Fillydelphia there are strangers, but of the various city sectors, the ponies who live in the same, or neighboring, sectors more ponies knew each other, a true blessing in some cases, and a curse in others.

  Fillydelphia also contains one of the largest industrial centers in all of Equestria, which companies working in textiles, general manufacturing, canning, and many other varied productions. Fillydelphia's research and scientific community is also extremely well made, with scientists whose dedication makes them extremely well suited to make advancements in science that others might not be able or willing to, but this also makes them susceptible to certain experiments that might be questionable at best. An example of such is the experiment that tested the effects of antimagic materials on unicorns, which ended in ten unicorns being unable to use magic for years after. A bastion of scientific progress, as it advertises itself, is the Fillydelphia Research Institute, or the F.R.I., who has over a thousand scientists on staff, while also hiring more than ten times that amount of civilians for other positions.

  My name is Keen Eye, I'm a Private Investigator. Ponies come to me with their problems, usually having to do with survailence and other mundane tasks that a neighbor could honestly be hired for, though I am glad for the work, no matter how idiotic it may be. I might not be the most renowned investigator, but I do aim to please my clients as best I can, no matter the task, no matter how much trouble it gives me.