The Stable

Everything is blanc, everything is black; there is absolutely nothing. Well, of course I am breathing.

I feel something, something is entered into the port of my pip buck. I know of it; without knowing what it is why it is or what it does.

Protocals are downloaded, accepted, installed and initiated. I am aware. Things happen around me. I am not alone, my mother is beside me. Isn’t that where she should be?

Voices, I hear voices. I can not recognize them, who they are or what they are saying. I do not understand anything. Of course, everything is recorded and saved. My buck knows and remembers, it recalls it all.

I hear voices, and my buck is given and giving commands. Sounds and voices, but nothing is making any sense to me. I need a frame of reference, and references for anything to have any meaning.

“Uh!” I utter.

That is my first word, if that counts. My buck and brain is processing the information, I am thinking. Does anything of this ever going to make any sense? Am I odd or defect?

Of course, I am the first to be born with the buck, that in and of itself is worth mentioning.

“Mum!” I say.

Okay, that certainly caught the attention. Maybe the reaction was a bit more, than I had hoped for; more so, than I could have anticipated or wanted in the first place. Should I simply blame this on the crowded room, the fact that I am not alone with my mother? I simply ignore, what is taking place around me. None of it is concerning me in person; even if it is a reaction to what I just said.

“Mum, mum!” I repeat.

“Yes!” she responds.

“Your filly just spoke!” I hear the nurse saying.

I promptly ignore the nurse, aside from the fact that she was never addressing me in the first place. I can only hope my mother can deal with it, and do what is best. In my interest, as much as her own. Why should I be bothered?

I take my time, seeking out what I am looking for. Finding that nipple, closer to me and start to suckle and feed. Slowly taking my nourishment offered, drinking my fill. Not a care in the world.

She, my mother seems content. Happy. I am living up to all her expectations of a healthy little filly. I am ready, to grow up to what she had imagined me to become.

Of course, there is the one issue. While I still am just that one little filly, I am going to take my place and much earlier than could have been expected.

The nurse performed her duty, performed her tests and I endured. While I do not understand, I know what I need to do and care little to nothing for what is bothering me. The world is merely there. It is a stage on which to play the theatre. Am I reduced to being the actor?

Little by little, the details are falling into place. Knowing nothing else, I do not permit this to bother me. Why?

All I have, are the protocols the technician known as DC gave me. I had accepted them. Knowing the Poneish language; grammar and dictionary does help. This will save me plenty of time later on.

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