///LOCATION - NLTT-512-3A/EQUESTRIA/CANTERLOT/R.B.L.///TIME - 07:38 LMT///DATE - 19-05-2232///

A bright light hung above the table on which Eric was strapped stuck. His arms and legs were tied to the edges of the hard surface by rough leather straps, digging into his sore limbs with every movement of his painfull muscles. He had given up all hope of getting loose almost as soon as he had awoken from his pain-induced slumber. All willpower was lost, and he had given up hope, waiting to find out what was to come of this mysterious predicament.

He had been dragged out of his cell onto a stretcher, after the painfull blow to his head, which had knocked him out just as efficiently as the rough landing, which he barely survived. He wasn't sure how long he had been unconcious, but the light coming from a small window high up on the wall of the partially lit room suggested that the sun had risen above the horizon. He had a hard time figuring out where he was, as the hit to the head had resulted in a disorientating headache.

After a while, he started to more clearly notice his surroundings. The blurred shapes scattered around the room were apparantly various surgical tools, much to Eric's disgust. The only place where he had witnessed such old-fashioned devices had been when he had partaken in a medical history-lesson that Michelle had asked Eric to attend. There, they showed various illustrations of medical equipment from long ago, tools such as knifes, which Eric had only ever thought of as a tool to cut wires in his ship's electonics when he had to conduct maintenance.

He had learned that about 200 years ago, humans would cut a person open to see inside of the body, something that Eric was unfamiliar with. It made no sense to him, as all he had ever known was doctors using nano-machines to insert miniscule arms into the injured bodypart, which could operate inside the human body without cutting anything open. Realizing that this hadn't always been the case, Eric became more and more glad that he lived in a time where medical technology had reached such sufistication.

And now, Eric was laying in a room filled with these nightmarish machines, strapped to a cold table in an uncomfortable manner. He knew pretty well what the reason for all those devices was, but he didn't want to admit it to himself. He denied the possibility of it, though he knew that he would have to admit it at some point. He knew, that the aliens who captured him and locked him up, would do the same thing as aliens from the movies he had seen: They would dissect him.

"Oh my, I'm sorry, I would've thought that those guards would have atleast turned on the lights!"

The bright light above Eric's head was turned off, after which a bunch of lights of lesser brightness were turned on. He tried to look around to find the source of the sound, which he had come to the conclusion as being the aliens' language. he hadn't come far in terms of translation, but he had a rough idea of the emotions that were portrayed with different tones. He had also recognized some sort of difference in accents between the aliens, though he wasn't sure if it was really a difference in accent, or just normal.

"Now why did they strap you down? I told them that it'd be okay for you to be allowed some freedom, but ofcourse they didn't listen. Stubborn as ever, I suppose." After the creature had spoken again, Eric saw the straps around his arms and legs loosen up, to the point of being completely removed. He sat up straight, still a bit shaken up from the hit to his head. He looked around once more, and noticed the origin of the voice.

He had come to peace with the idea that he had found real, living, presumibly talking horses, or rather ponies. They appeared to be too small to be horses, though Eric wasn't too sure. He wasn't raised on a farm-planet after all, so his knowledge of animals was limited. He was even okay with the fact that some of them were unicorns, and other were pegasuses, or was it pegasi? He wasn't sure. "And who the hell are you?"

"My name is Professor Goodall, head of the Royal Biological Laboratory's Anthropomorphism Division. You are currently in one of our special interrogation rooms. I hope you are feeling well?" The unicorn replied, noticing the wounds on his subject.

Eric looked at the pony with a confused look. He wasn't sure, but it had seemed that the unicorn was... Replying? Could it understand him? Only one way to figure that out. "I'm not sure if you can understand me, but if you can, nod your head like this two times." he said, followed with an action that the unicorn would only have to mimmick in order for Eric to confirm his suspicion. Much to his surprise, the unicorn did as he requested, nodding its head twice. Eric was perplexed.

"Ofcourse I understand you, it's my job after all." Goodall said. "But it seems that you can't quite understand me. Here, I'll fix that." He focused his magic on Eric's brain and vocal cords, which Goodall had determined were in roughly the same position as with ponies. He filled Eric's head with the linguistic knowledge of the pony-language, granting him the ability to properly communicate with the ponies. Atleast, that's what would've happened if everything had gone to plan.

Due to a slight miscalculation the the professor's part, he hadn't accounted for the fact that Eric would no longer be able to speak any normal human language anymore, although he would retain the ability to understand it. He had changed Eric's vocal chords to the point where all he could speak was Equestrian, which Eric figured out almost immediatly.

"Ugh, I don't know what you did to me, but my throat..." Eric stopped. He looked to nowhere in particular, with a look of shock in his eyes. Was that really him? He wasn't speaking English, that much he knew, but he wasn't sure what he was speaking. It sounded like the language of the ponies, but he... understood it? How was that possible? "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!" he shouted at Goodall.

Author's Note

Writing in different languages is fun! *Sarcasm*

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