sweetie cyborg

It had been 10 days since the fire that she had died in. Although fire in this case was an understatement, it was a massive explosion that blew the her sisters dress shop sky high. She had been incinerated instantly. However, some time manipulation magic by twilight sparkle brought her body back to moments before death; it there lied the problem, by the good or bad graces of the fates, sweetie had died only when her arms legs, lower torso, spine, and parts of her brain where already gone. However the cortex conaining her personality and memorys where undamaged, along with her chest, but that was by sheer luck . A staiss spell was the only thing that kept her going for months. Rarity floated in and out of consusness, not because she was injured or anything, no it was because she had been picking up some fabric and missed the explosion entirely, so she had attempted to drink herself to death out of shame, multiple times

Then along came a young stallion, claiming to be able to help, saying that an ancestal knowledge could save her. Nopony beleved him. But the fact that he asked for no coin for his services meant that rarity had nothing to lose. So Twilight and Rarity watched as a new body was crafted, it fit over the old one, wires replacing nerves, biomatreal replacing organs, cameras replacing eyes, a small pump replacing the heart, and a computer was connected to the brainstem that allowed the controll of the removable limbs and the operation of the new organs. By the time all of the dead flesh and the spent organs where replaced, only the lungs, and the brain remained. All the other nessisary organs where replaced with biomateral. However only some where truly needed; A singel organ replaced the liver and the kidneys, that filtered what was left of the blood, only a small amount of bone was nessisary to produce the amount of blood nessisary to supply her brain and her lungs. The stomach and the intestines where replaced with a all in one unit that sent nutrents into the bloodstream. This left enough room for a hydraulic pump for the limb actuators, and a small radioisotipe thermoelectric generator to power her for about 150 years before needing replacement, The knowledge of how to produce these nuclear batteries was left to twilight, as well as how to provide other sources of power if nessisary. She had asked the mystery stallion if she could go through puberty and be as beautiful as her sister one day. His response was detailed and informative, revealing that although she would grow breasts along with her biomateral skin; she would not ever be able to have foals as that would reqire a functional uterus and that was imposible for him to replicate, the best he could do was a fake vaginal canal and anus. The anus was non functional as food waste was internally gasified and released through vents, however the vaginal canal was able to recieve pleasure, though not much else.

Sweetie's cameras turned on, she could feel the linux kernal switching from 'standby' mode to 'ops' mode. Feeling returned to her aluminum limb instantly, jarring what remained of her brain. Getting out of bed was always a meloncholy affair. It remined her of the fact that she should not be alive, and the only reason she was alive was because of the power generated by the small plutonium pellets mounted where her spine used to be. She sat up and started attaching her legs and her other arm; they where unattached before going to bed in order to save on power. Sweetie gave her arms, legs, and fingers an experamental motion; seeing no hydraulic leaks or pressure errors appear in her vision, she slipped out of bed. Her whooves made odd sounds as they hit the soft carpet, as they where metal. Normally she would have opened her window and smelled the morning air in a effort to give herself a smile to greet the day with, however she could not smell, making her mood all the more depressing. Walking to her closet at the other end of her top floor room, she selected an outfit, This day she wore a sweater and brown skirt, a completely ordinary outfit. Getting dressed was relitvly easy, if a bit more difficult, as her sense of touch was severly reduced. Giving her aluminum body a once-over in the vanity mirror, she headed downstairs. Rarity had become an alcoholic, going out for drinks at the end of the day, and having a hangover in the morning; so school lunch and her bags had been packed the day before. This meant that the cyborg mare only had to grab a single bag before heading out.

The town had only just gotten over “Don't stare, it's disrepectful” phase of disaster, so the cyborg filly expeced stares, she however, did not expect the virtual tunnel that the ponies made in their crowd. It was as if everyone had immediately stopped what they where doing just so that they could stare at her. Sweetie was no longer just a member of the crowd. She looked down, avoiding the stares. It felt like the whole world was watching her. Her pace quickened, and with nuclear powered hydraulic limbs, speed was not an issue. The world around her blured, and in this sphere of blurry faces she felt like crying, of course she could not actually cry, as she had no tear ducts left to cry with. Nothing would be the same ever again. Before Sweetie wanted to, she was at school. Everything stopped when she arived, the boys stopped playing cards,
and the girls stopped talking with each other. It made her even more self conscious. Just when things could not get worse, things got worse. Because there coming twards her like a pack of wolves, where her two tormentors, Silverspoon and Dimond Tirara. Sweetie swung her head around in both directions, looking for anything that might hide her, She only sucseeded in making the hydralic actuators whine at the sudden movement. Dimand tiara's glee was palpable, for she had more materal than ever to bully sweetie with. Namely that no matter how hard she tried, No cute mark would ever apear on aluminum.