[Sex tag is only for innuendos and references. No clop in this story!]
[I spent several hours on 7-14-16 rewriting the chapters. New storyline!]

He awakes in a small, dark room. He isn't a pony, he is not entirely machine, either. However, he thinks, feels, and experiences life just as a normal pony would. What defines him as alive? Can he blend in with those around him as well as he dreams of? And how far can science go towards bringing him closer to Ponykind?