Author's Note

Sorry this took so long. I was on vacation, but i hope you enjoy this chapter I made. This is a special one, because this story has 100 upvotes(and it'll be a 2 parter)

So have some music to listen to while you read, and enjoy.

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LATE EDIT: This chapter is actually edited, Hooray!

Druggie

I found myself laying in a pool of unknown liquid. I couldn't see it but I knew the sensation of liquid on my skin, even if the skin in question is synthetic. The only light present was that of the full moon, but its light fails to illuminate the surrounding area. I didn't see any stars, but I was more concerned about by current predicament to worry about constellations. I sat up slowly, taking in my surroundings, but only seeing a pitch blackness encompassing the entire horizon. The unknown liquid traveling down my back to the rest of its damp brethren. It felt smooth, as if hair wasn't present whatsoever, I looked at my hands to see they were human rather than the synthetics like I first thought they were. I jumped to my feet in shock, noting the lack of sound as I did so, wondering to myself what happened.

I looked back around again, trying to find some sort of defining feature in the darkness. Finally turning around I saw something unexpected, across the marshy pool about a hundred feet away, was a bipedal figure. I couldn't make out any details, its being almost completely faded into the darkness, the moons light was the only reason that it didn't disappear into the dark abyss. Seeing no other option, I slowly crept towards it, the ankle high waters swishing and sloshing as I forced myself through it; finally making noise.

"Hello?" I said when I was about fifty feet away. The figure showed no outwards reaction. I felt a brush of cool midnight air move past me as I continued to approach.

"Hello?" I said again when I was thirty feet away, louder this time. Once more, my question was met with no response. As I got closer, I could make out more of the figures features. It was feminine, and had flowing blue hair that matched the shining of the moon above us. Its skin was as pale as paper, as if the skin never met the rays of the sun. It also seemed to be about a foot taller than me. I wanted to see more, but it was facing away from me while constantly staring up at the moon above.

"Hello? Who are you?" I said one more time now that I was five feet away, hoping to get a response. The figure turned towards me, and I got a full view of its face. It was definitely female, and had a very curved body that was covered by a dark blue dress. Her irises were slits and were a greenish blue in color. Her lips seemed to be covered in a dark blue lipstick matching that of her dress.

Her expression was blank as she stared into my eyes. It was as if I was the only thing that existed to her at this moment. Suddenly she took a few steps towards me and brought her delicate hands and cupped my face. She rubbed her thumb against my cheek, wiping away a wetness I wasn't aware of. I pulled her hands away and stepped back, as I wiped any remaining moisture from my face I asked once more.

"Who are you?" She smiled and pulled me into a hug.

She spoke at last, but it was jumbled, completely unrecognizable. I wasn't able to understand a single word.

She was then cut off as everything flashed white.

I awoke in my bed with a start, most of the dream leaving me in an instant. I looked around the eggshell colored room, the barren walls being the only thing to stare back. I looked back to my hands, to see the black weave I've become so used to, the blank cold metal fibers serving as my skin reminding me of the things I've lost.

"Lea" I felt warm damp tears trailing down my face as I curled up on the bed. I don't think I will ever get over that, it was just not something I thought could happen, especially to someone like her.

It took a few minutes to calm myself down enough to climbed out of my makeshift bed. I made my way towards my custom made kitchen created out of an old break room. Now you may be wondering, 'why do you have a kitchen if you're an A.I'? Well my non-existent viewers, that is because a fusion reactor won't exactly cut it for powering flesh, and I mentioned that I made the second shell out of essential organs and such. Well, those need real organic fuel/food, and can't be substituted with artificial power, no matter how much I would like to otherwise.

I poured water into the kettle and left it on the stove as searched for some Jasmine tea and other goodies from the pantry. I pulled out a packet of this worlds equivalent of a waffle cookie. They're called Jammy Crisps, but they're waffle cookies. (Look them up, they're amazing. They're also called Strupwaffles, and I probably misspelled that, but whatever.)

With my tea made I sat at my coffee table and put the cookie over top of the hot drink. As the insides of the cookie melted my thoughts drifted towards that dream, the woman said something at the end, but what it was keeps escaping my mind. This organic brain has bad memory compared to the cybernetics.

But wait?! How do I have an organic brain if I have an endoskeleton?! Well, I left a hollow cavern in the head of the endoskeleton (which is what I will say when referring to the first layer) for that propose, and completely rewired my organic nervous system to work off of that.

Now then, while on the topic of my body, I've made some upgrades since its creation. Most of them minor, such as my port having both a cord for easier connection as well as a little sliding cover to hide it more easily. There are two though that are a little more major.

The first is a special hacking drive that can reshape to fit into any known port type and contains a special virus that allows me to keep track of any movements or exchanges of data/information involving systems that contain the virus. It can also turn into a wrist mounted shive for close quarters combat, and for cutting ingredients in the kitchen. The second are jet boosters in my palms and feet incase my wings are injured somehow.

Once I finish my tea and cookies, I walk into the old factory changing room to wash any gunk out of by body that I missed. I was able to acquire a high quality mane and body wash for a discount price, which is pretty good due to the fact that pay day is a week away. Which is good cause currently, I have almost no money.

Now that may seem bad, but the fact that I have no means of purchasing food and the likes without borrowing (pickpocketing) money from passerby's means I had to try my hand at farming. And trust me, that was quite the endeavor.

The first attempt went up in flames, the second also went up in flames, the third flooded, and the fourth died from to much light, which slowly burned the chloroplast until it died of starvation, and then it caught on fire... and flooded.

Finally, on my fifth attempt, I finally got it right, or at least the crops are not currently dying. Though I think they might be, at least on the inside.

All of the failed farming aside, things are going pretty great. I've been doing exceptionally well on my duties, and have earned the respect of many of my coworkers for my work ethic, and possibly fear at my rather impressive physical displays. My relationships to the six parts of the fuck shit upper 9000 is improving as well. After helping Starlight I've gained many brownie points with all of them, especially Twilight as the "leader" of the group. The only exception being Rarity, who seems to be a very fashionable person. The only thing she has been able to do since she mistook me for a mare is to simple stare at me curiously, she doesn't even say anything, she just stares.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of an alarm, the type you would hear in a factory during emergencies, but much quieter as to not attract attention to the factory, which currently has all the windows and previous holes covered up to reduce light from leaking out and for sound dampening purposes.

That alarm was a notification that I need to leave for work. As much as I enjoy the advantage of waking up super easily, the stigma of bad mornings has permanently etched itself in my mind.

As I arrived at the station, the first thing I see are green medical curtains set up against the far end of the lobby, with nurses walking back and forth while directing many of the police staff around and into lines. A little ways away from this I saw Twilight speaking with Quill, I walked up to them, calling out to them as I did so. Quill immediately scoffed at me and walked away.

"What the fuck was that about?" I said, watching her walk into one of the closed off areas.

"Bender." She said in a grave tone. "You're suspected of using illegal performance enhancing drugs and spells, and as such are being test for them."