After the Hivemind broke apart, most of us went mad with emotions we had never felt before. Newfound intelligence, free will, and actual clear thoughts. Those of us that could control these thoughts either went into hiding or lived as a strange form of vampires, eventually being burned at the stake or having a silver dagger run through their skull. I did neither of those. In fact, I envied the ponies I once consumed.

I wanted to be one of them.

A/N: Hehehe, 100 likes on October 13. I'm a happy author today.