Author's Note

This entry was authored by Drop It Like It's Clop, and is pretty vanilla, all things considered, with a bit more of a feelsy side to it.

ESCP-005 [Someone Who Cares]

Anomaly Designation: ESCP-005

Containment Class: Sun

Anomaly Traits: Benevolent, sapient, shapeshifting, teleporting

Special Containment Procedures: Because ESCP-005 only appears to particular individuals and its behaviour can be construed as normal, it is essentially self-containing, and does not require dedicated procedures to keep it away from public perception. Foundation staff are to be briefed on ESCP-005 and are to report any evidence of public awareness of ESCP-005, including gossip, hushed conversations, and written works. If the truth of ESCP-005's nature is discovered by unauthorised parties, they are to be amnestitised and any relevant material destroyed. Any change in ESCP-005's behaviour is to be reported immediately.

Description: ESCP-005 manifests around individuals who have recently experienced significant romantic or emotional hardship, most commonly in circumstances of sudden and/or unpleasant breakups. Although manifesting directly in response to this individual, ESCP-005 only does so when the subject of their manifestation is in a public space, most commonly a drinking establishment as a result of the coping mechanism for the emotional turmoil it takes to summon ESCP-005. The manifestation will always occur in a location that is outside the line of sight of sapient creatures, such as within a bathroom or around the corner of a hallway. Direct manifestation has therefore never been observed, but the anomalous nature of its sudden appearance has made this phenomenon particularly apparent.

ESCP-005's true appearance is not known, as it has never been directly or indirectly witnessed. At any given time, ESCP-005 only appears in one form, from which it will not deviate until its encounter with a subject is concluded and it removes itself from observation. When it appears again, it will almost certainly take a different form entirely. No appearance taken by ESCP-005 has ever been observed or described twice. Its behaviour and mannerisms are dependant on the circumstances of its appearance, and are not consistent between the various iterations of itself, other than being generally appealing to all observers, and particularly appealing to the subject. The form in which ESCP-005 appears always matches the physical ideal of the subject in question, as does ESCP-005's behaviours, mannerisms, idioms, and language. The manner in which it achieves this is currently unknown.

Upon manifesting in a public space, ESCP-005 will approach the subject in a way that appears organic, and will engage them in conversation, quickly determining that they are in an emotionally undesirable place, and will seek to resolve it. Almost invariably, the subject will respond positively, and their mental state will improve over the course of the time spent with ESCP-005. Typically, the encounter ends sexually in a private, semi-private, or secluded location, though this is not absolute. When the encounter does end, ESCP-005 will either speak or write a farewell message that leaves the subject hopeful and emotionally rejuvenated, before exiting the area, breaking line of sight, and demanifesting. No attempt to observe demanifestation directly has succeeded. If the subject is asleep at the time of ESCP-005's attempt to leave, they will remain in a deep sleep until ESCP-005's disappearance, regardless of their usual sleeping habits or their suggested level of fatigue.

Attempts to discern ESCP-005's original species, methods of manifestation, and means of obtaining such private information about its subjects has turned up no information. It has been deduced that it is not a Changeling, nor functions through the use of conventional magic. When locations of demanifestation are kept under observation, spacetime does not function as it would be expected for all observers (e.g. doors which are opened by ESCP-005 are not seen being opened by creatures on the other side), suggesting that ESCP-005 has reality-bending capabilities.

No forensic samples have been successfully obtained by Foundation researchers, despite the biological traits of ESCP-005 instances suggesting that this should be easily achievable. There have been zero particles of chitin, fur, skin, or bodily secretions that have been recovered after an encounter with ESCP-005, other than the Foundation's dedicated attempt. In this instance, the semen sample collected from Researcher Flowers could not be analysed by manual attempt nor electronic or magical means. Until the collation of farewell letters recovered from subjects which encountered ESCP-005, whether or not each manifestation of ESCP-005 was the same entity was a matter of debate among researchers; analysis of the writing on each of these letters confirmed that the same entity had written each of them.

Document 005-1: Letters of farewell

005-1-A
Obtained from a dragon male nineteen (19) years of age. Emotional event which apparently caused manifestation event was the angry outburst from his father, who reacted poorly to discovering the subject's sexuality. Subject ran away from home and was wandering the streets of Canterlot for two days before ESCP-005 manifested in a public park and joined the subject on a bench, taking the form of a scruffy pegasus stallion of the same age as the subject. After learning of the situation, ESCP-005 paid in advance for a month for a hotel room with all complimentary services. Following a meal and a shower, the subject encouraged the situation to escalate to sexual activities, and fell asleep being spooned. Upon waking up, ESCP-005 was absent, and a wing-written letter was left on the pillow.

Hey [DATA EXPUNGED],

Sorry I can't be there for when you wake up. You're cute when you're asleep, you know that? I didn't want to wake you, and I figured you deserved the sleep anyway. I'm guessing it's the best rest you've gotten in a while, huh? Besides that, I did have a selfish reason for not wanting to wake you, because I know you'll want me to stay. I can't. This has been fun, and I genuinely hope you make it, but I can't be by your side when you do. You're smart and driven, and I'd put my money on you going out there and making a good life for yourself (guess I already did put my money on it, eh? Ha ha).

Don't ever apologize for being you. You're beautiful and loving, and you have nothing to be ashamed of, or to wind back. You're unique, special, amazing, and some pony or dragon or any other guy out there is gonna be lucky to have you one day. People might be angry at you, or disgusted by you, but you should never feel negatively about yourself like they do. Hold your head up high, and show them you don't care. Show them you're proud. Make them see what talents you have, that they're focusing on the wrong parts of you. I promise you, showing the world what you can do right, the things that are worth noticing about you, is gonna do a lot more to make people like you than something as silly as who you think is sexy is gonna do to make people hate you. I noticed you because I saw a flickering flame that I knew could burn so much brighter. If I can see that, so can everypony else. Trust me, that's worth a lot more than creatures objecting to you doing stuff with guys.

You've got a lot of potential, and I know you're gonna go out there and make me, and yourself, proud. Things you've never thought you could do. Things you've never even thought of doing. Find your passion, whatever that is, and go out there and seize it. Don't pay attention to ponies who want you to change for them, because I can tell you that they wouldn't change a single thing for you. Do what you know is right, what you know is best. Cling to what you love, be it in relationships, in your work, or in your hobbies. Find a way to make it possible. You've got a month to get back on your claws, and that's more than enough time to show the world what you're made of. In a couple of months, this'll feel like a bad dream, rather than an inescapable hole. I trust you'll make the most out of this, and I hope you trust me enough to pick yourself up and forge a path that'll make everything you've gone through worth it.

If you ever need reassurance, just remember last night. Not the sex, but the conversations we had, the openess we shared. I'm here for you, even if you can't see me. I'm always going to be there, keeping a watch over you. If you feel like I'm gone for real, just close your eyes and think hard about me, and you'll see me as clear as day, standing in front of you, smiling. I'll offer you a gemstone or a jewel of some sort, and as you reach out for it, you'll start smiling too. You'll feel it against your claws, and you'll know that I'm still there, making sure you're alright. You'll feel better.

Take care, buddy. Missing you already.

Someone Who Cares

005-1-B
Obtained from a deaf griffon male. The emotional turmoil which spawned ESCP-005 was the breakup after discovering that his girlfriend had been cheating on him with his roommate, usually when all three were in the apartment. After moving out a couple of days later, he found it hard to navigate the world without someone to aid in his communication with others, and many creatures were intimidated by his lack of volume control or normal speech. The subject visited a nightclub to enjoy the sensation of the loud music, something he said in interview was the only form of entertainment he could properly enjoy and a place where his loudness wasn't seen as weird, when ESCP-005 manifested and danced over to him. At first, he didn't notice, but was gradually made aware when it nudged him several times and gestured to the bar. ESCP-005 had adopted the form of a punky unicorn mare with ear piercings and a nose ring, and managed to communicate by writing on a notepad, apparently able to understand the sign language the subject used. After a night of dancing, drinking, and talking through his issues, the subject invited her back to his small rented accommodation. He woke up to a note on his pillow.

Yo

Hope you're not hanging as bad as I was when I woke up. Last night was wild, and I'm glad I got to spend it with you, it might've been forgetable otherwise. Who would've thought that going for a night on the lash would've turned out so well? Usually I don't end up with anycreature half as good as you. If half the guys I got with knew how to use their dick half as well as you do, I'd be a very happy mare.

But anway, that's enough about me. I hope last night was good for you too. You deserve it after what that bitch did to you, and I'm guessing I was at least twice as good as her. Not to brag, but I know my stuff, so I'm confident I gave you a good time. It was sure lucky to run into somecreature who was just as good as I was.

I don't want to get sappy, and I doubt you do either, but it sounded like you had some heavy weight on your shoulders last night. I think I helped, and I'm not saying that to stroke my ego (well, not too much, anyway). Nocreature should feel like garbage for any disability they have, and taking advantage of somecreature is a dickish thing for anyone to do. I hope she learns that one day, but for now, I hope you understand that not everycreature out there is like that. If it matters to you, I think you're really cool. You've got this difficulty that's been thrust upon you, and you're still willing to go out and make the most of life in spite of it. That takes courage and determination, and it's one of the best things about you. It makes you awesome, and I reckon a lot more creatures appreciate it than you think. In case you have any lingering doubts, just remember that, okay?

Anyway, that's me done being sappy. It feels weird, but you're the sort of guy who deserves to hear that you're important and that others care about you, even if it doesn't seem like it. Trust me, I'm not just saying that because you've got a dick thicker than some of my premium toys. I'm gonna be thinking about you for a long time, stud. Think of me from time to time, yeah?

I doubt we're gonna see each other again, but I don't regret last night at all, and I'm gonna cherish it forever. I hope you'll do the same. If you feel like you want to see me again, just remember what I've told you, how special and amazing you are, and you'll find you won't need me anyway. If you want to see me because I've got an ass like a waterbed, then shut your eyes and think hard.

;)

I'm gonna keep writing if I don't finish up now, so goodbye, and you're awesome, dude. Don't give up trying to find friends and love, because there are plenty of creatures better than me and that dumb bitch out there for you. Never doubt yourself. And never stop fucking like a champion.

Someone Who Cares

005-1-C
Obtained from a middle aged Kirin divorcee. The subject had discovered her sexual preference for females, and had amicably divorced from her husband as a result. However, her three young children had difficulty with the seperation and were emotionally distant, which had a knock-on effect with the subject, who began to view her own desires as wrong. She took an extended walk in the forest to clear her head, during which time ESCP-005 manifested as a dragon of similar age to the subject. After a brief introduction, they walked together and shared their experiences, including their reasons for being there. In addition to providing entertaining conversation, ESCP-005 offered emotional support regarding the subject's family situation and convinced her that she was not failing as a mother. They bonded during this time, with ESCP-005 giving the subject the affectionate nickname of "firewood". The two made love for hours in an improvised fireproof section of a clearing, before the subject fell asleep, awakening to find ESCP-005 gone and a letter tucked under her hoof.

Morning firewood,

It's nice to be able to knock back with somecreature who isn't afraid of a dragon, and somecreature who isn't gonna try and pin me down. It was a nice change of pace, and from how hotly you burned, I'm guessing I wasn't bad at topping. I'll leave that for you to decide. If you want to know, you were really good, and I'm sorry we're only gonna have that one time together. It's not my way to settle down, but if there was a single Kirin who'd make me reconsider that, it'd be you.

I didn't really get a chance to explain why I called you firewood, did I? Well, since this is the last chance I'll have, I'll let you know now. In the Dragon Lands, we don't have trees. Nothing meaningful, at least. There are a few dead stumps here and there, and sometimes there are some weird hard plants that struggle through the rock, but we don't have the same environment as you. Here, it's beautiful. You have such vibrance, and all the creatures here are perfect representations of that. It's a whole new world. That's why I roam around; after finding out just how bland my home was, I needed to see more of the world. Then I ran into you, and I realised that not everycreature is happy because of the world they inhabit. Problems aren't a product of our environment, at least not always. Well, I figured if I can solve my own problems by moving away from my environment, maybe I can solve another creature's problem by figuring out what needs to be done to fix it.

You live in a beautiful place, with beautiful people. You might think you're old and weary, but wood burns for a long time, and you're among people just like you here. You're being harder on yourself than anycreature else is, and you're sorta missing the forest for all the trees. You're not a flickering flame; you're a stalwart fire, fierce and powerful. That's why I called you firewood. You're not burning out, you're still shining brightly, and you'll continue to shine brightly. That's what I see in you. I'm hoping explaining it didn't make it lame. If it did, well, poetry isn't exactly my thing. Hopefully the fifteen or twenty orgasms I gave you last night will make up for it.

You're stronger than you think, firewood. You have your family, and despite everything that's gone on and how down you feel, they love you. Your children need you to be a part of their life, and they're going to thank you for it when they're older. The way you feel now is temporary, but your family is forever. You have the strength to carry on, and you will. Keep burning strong, my precious firewood.

Yeah, that does sound weird, doesn't it? Well, go and live your life, you gorgeous Kirin. I'll be thinking of you, and I reckon you'll be thinking of me from time to time.

Someone Who Cares

005-1-D
Obtained from Researcher Flowers following her interaction with ESCP-005. See Operation Report and Interview 005-9 for more details.

Morning, beautiful,

Did last night happen, or was it a dream? Normally I'd say it was a dream and smile at the brilliance of my imagination, but I rolled over and saw you sleeping next to me, a strand of your mane having fallen across your face, and I realised just how lucky a stallion I truly was. It felt wrong to disturb you, so I let you sleep peacefully. I hope you don't mind me walking out like this, but the alternative was waking you up, which I thought was unforgivable. You aren't meant to touch priceless art, and I was always told as a foal that if everypony picked a beautiful flower, there'd be none left for the rest of us. I don't want to be selfish, so I'm leaving this note as a way to say goodbye. I don't want to make it seem like I used you and high-tailed it.

There are some cultures in the world that ensure there's at least one flaw with the art they make, because they believe that mortals are flawed, and therefore their art should reflect this. In their mind, only gods can truly be perfect, so to create perfect art is to pretend to be a deity, which is blasphemy. All great art, the greatest in the world, has a flaw, and you're no exception. No, not your eye. If you'll forgive some criticism - think of me as an art critic - I want you to know that you're perfect in all ways but one. It's not your body, or your intellect. It's not your speech, it's not your mannerisms, or capability. It's your self-esteem. You have so much doubt that just isn't warranted. You don't believe in yourself the way you should, and that's something I can't ignore. It's devaluing a work of art.

Others in this world are not perfect either. They can be brash, arrogant, impatient, greedy, or foolish. These things are their flaws, and you cannot be held accountable for that, but internalizing their flaws as your own is absolutely on you. This is not something I'd expect to see from a mare as talented, as bright, and as spectacular as yourself. You are not ugly, insignificant, or stupid. You are not weak. You are everything a stallion ought to want in a mare. You need to know that, and act as though it's true, because it is true.

You told me last night that you were a scientist, a researcher for one of Equestria's top institutions. Is it not the job of a scientist to examine everything empirically, and draw conclusions from the results? To do away with biases and presumptions, and to understand the world as it is? You need to do the same for yourself. Throw away the misconceptions you have about yourself, and embrace who you really are. I believe in you, and you should too. Is that not enough reason to at least do some introspection and see if you're being too harsh on yourself? You don't need to prioritize work over relationships, or relationships over work. What you need to do is come to a decision about what you want, and make sure it's one made on your terms. What you decide should always be what's best for you, not what everypony else expects you to do, or what you think everypony else expects you to do.

The only thing I regret about last night was that it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I'll hold onto the memory of you for as long as I live, and I hope you'll take my words seriously. I mean them, and I want you to benefit from them. If you decide to settle down with somepony, make sure they're the right one for you. Don't feel pressured, and don't do it because you think it's expected. Blaze your own trail, sweetheart.

Someone Who Cares

Document 005-2: Operation Report - Observation and interception attempt of ESCP-005

Miss Flowers is a junior researcher at Site [REDACTED] who has three years of employment with the Foundation. At twenty three (23) years of age, she has proven herself to be both a talented scientist with a naturally analytical mind and to possess an aptitude for learning and adopting skills that are greatly beneficial to the Foundation's work. Her workplace achievement is significant, with her completed tasks per day rated as one and a half times that of her colleagues, with her demeanour being focused, singular, and efficient. At the time of this report, she is shortlisted for a promotion to senior researcher pending an assessment and trial period.

Her physchological examinations and observations of Foundation personnel have established that she is introverted and struggles with her self-esteem and self-perception, particularly related to her body. She feels that her brown coat is mundane and makes her less appealing to other ponies than the vibrant hues of her colleagues and the general public, and that her chances with romantic interests are deeply depreciated by this fact for the same reason. Her posture is usually meek and her gait takes the form of a nervous and anxious manoeuvring, as though attempting to predict and evade collisions at all times. She remains quiet unless spoken to, and though polite, appears uncomfortable if asked to speak publicly or to somepony she doesn't know well. When engaged in conversation, she will often avert her gaze or engage in nervous habits such as toying with her mane. She has described herself as a light sleeper who infrequently suffers from insomnia, especially when she encounters matters that cause her anxiety, which appear to be numerous.

On [REDACTED], colleagues noticed that she seemed less enthusiastic and focused at work, and ascertained that her boyfriend had recently broken up with her. Their relationship, which had lasted two years, had been her longest and most stable relationship, and the cause had apparently been her dedication to her job, which had allowed her little time to spend with the stallion. She was deeply upset by this, and complained to her friends of her own perceived faults, which ranged from her lazy eye and high-pitched laugh to her coat colour. The situation was made clear to the head of research in the facility, who immediately authorised and organised a research operation aimed at observing ESCP-005.

Researcher Flowers was informed by the Site Director that she was to take paid leave the following day, and that she was to visit a public area with the intention of resolving her emotional hardship. She was informed that her house would be utilised by Foundation staff as part of an experiment for that day, but was not informed of the exact details, requiring only that she consented to the installation. Being dutiful, she accepted, and a team of engineers, technicians, and four facility guards were assembled to enable the observation attempt.

The following day, Researcher Flowers left her house at midday and Foundation staff entered to install audiosurveillance equipment, then withdrew to a safe distance to observe. At approximately 2200, Researcher Flowers and a tall, masculine unicorn identified as ESCP-005 approached and entered her house. The surveillance picked up the two talking for a while before they began kissing, which became deeper and more sensuous, before the pair moved into the bedroom. Researcher Flowers appeared nervous and unsure, but was encouraged and evidentally assuaged by ESCP-005, who gradually built up to oral sex for a duration of approximately fifty minutes.

While this was occuring, the observation team built a model to estimate the proportions of ESCP-005's form, which was assessed at being approximately one point six meters (1.6m) in body length. His genitals were observed to be large, with a penis length of an estimated sixty centimeters (60cm) and a pair of testicles estimated at being seven centimeters (7cm) in diameter. The stallion's physical appearance was observed as a unicorn pony with a pristine white coat, which didn't become matted or marred despite the physical exertion he put himself through, nor the copious amounts of fluids produced by both parties. His body tone was noticeably muscular, though not obscenely so, commented upon by the observing personnel as not a body builder, but a manual worker.

The sexual activity between ESCP-005 and Researcher Flowers lasted for three hours before the two seperated, leaving Researcher Flowers exhausted, while ESCP-005 appeared only lightly winded. Researcher Flowers fell asleep very quickly, after which ESCP-005 spent a few minutes cuddling and caressing her before he exited the bed, pulled a sheaf of paper and pen from the bedside drawer, and began to write. The observation team did not recall a pen or paper being present in the drawer when they had surveyed the room earlier, recalling that it contained dermatological creams rather that stationery equipment. ESCP-005's writing was far quicker than ought to have been achievable, estimated at one hundred and eighty (180) words per minute, without any pause for thought. Upon completion of the letter, ESCP-005 placed it on the pillow next to Researcher Flowers, kissed her forehead, and walked towards the door.

Two of the four facility guards took up positions in the hallway outside Researcher Flowers' bedroom under orders to intercept ESCP-005, with the only other method of egress from the room being the bedroom window. Cameras on the interior of the bedroom captured ESCP-005 reaching the door, casting one last look back at Researcher Flowers, and opening the door before stepping out into the hallway and closing it behind him. Despite this, the facility guards in the hallway outside did not witness the door open, and did not meet anypony exiting the bedroom. Cameras in the hallway confirmed that the door did not appear to open from the other side, and that nopony exited the bedroom.

With the primary target lost, the guards were ordered to enter the bedroom and secure the scene. The door functioned exactly as expected, with the cameras in the hallway and bedroom confirming spatial consistency without any break in spacetime. The sound of the opening door awoke Researcher Flowers, who was initially confused and shocked to find facility guards entering her room, but was quickly assuaged. Several samples of the copious amounts of semen ESCP-005 had ejaculated into Researcher Flowers was collected, and the letter left behind moment earlier was obtained and bagged for transport. A cursory examination revealed that it was the same smart writing as earlier collected letters, which was later confirmed by a detailed comparative analysis. The seminal fluid samples were unidentifiable; magnficiation revealed no sperm cells within the plasma, and there were no biological markers which would normally be discoverable upon such a fresh and preserved sample.

Researcher Flowers was summoned for an interview the following day (for details, consult the record of Interview 005-9). Following the interview and the conclusion of the operation fully, her behaviour became more confident and her attitude became more positive. Colleagues noticed that she was more talkative, and no longer appeared as self-critical or as shy as she had been previously. The change was not absolute, but was significant enough to be commented upon by her peers and superiors.

Document 005-3: Interview 005-9

Interview Initiated at 1015 hours

Interviewer: Dr Vorpal, Head Researcher at Site [REDACTED]

Interviewee: Junior Researcher Wilting Flowers

Interviewer: Good morning, Researcher Flowers. How are you feeling?
Flowers: Good morning, sir. I'm very well, thank you.
Interviewer: This is a recorded interview, entitled Interview 005-9, for the purpose of gathering information on your encounter with ESCP-005. I believe you have been briefed on the situation and what we wish to discuss. You are required to answer honestly and fully, and we would like to stress that there is no judgement here. This is a professional space. Is there any objection you wish to raise before we begin properly?
Flowers: No, sir.
Interviewer: Very well. We understand that three days ago, your long-term boyfriend ended your relationship of two years, and that this was a difficult breakup for you. During your paid leave yesterday, you encountered an entity known to the ESCP Foundation as ESCP-005. Could you describe how this occured?
Flowers: Yes, of course. I decided to start the day with a walk in the park, but I couldn't stop thinking about how I used to go there with my boyfr-...well, my ex-boyfriend. There were other couples there too, which just made me feel worse. I sat at a cafe and did nothing for a while, hating myself.
Interviewer: Why did you hate yourself?
Flowers: It was my fault he left. He said I was never around, that we rarely did anything, and he was right. I was too caught up with work to ever do more than go on walks with him in the park, or play chess. I thought that was enough, but it clearly wasn't. I should've known. [She remains silent for several seconds] A-anyway, while I was wondering what I needed to change about myself to be worthy of a stallion, he came up to my table and asked if the seat was taken.
Interviewer: He?
Flowers: The stallion. Or ESCP-005, I suppose.
Interviewer: Can you describe him?
Flowers: Tall, strong, handsome. Majestic, but down-to-earth and humble. He seemed perfect.
Interviewer: Would you say he matched the qualities of your dream partner?
Flowers: I...y-yes, sir. He was...um...h-he immediately caught my attention.
Interviewer: What happened after he approached your table?
Flowers: I told him I didn't mind him sitting down, and he asked me why I looked so miserable. I explained my recent breakup, and he bought me a drink without asking. It was my favourite.
Interviewer: How long did you spend together?
Flowers: All day, sir. He was the perfect listener, and I didn't mind telling him things I've never told anypony else. N-not about the Foundation, sir, not at all! Personal things, about my bad luck with relationships, and how my work life was ruining any chance I ever had of finding an understanding stallion. He listened, and he told me that everything was okay. I...I believed him. I still believe him.
Interviewer: Did he give you advice?
Flowers: Yes. Um, no. Not quite advice. He just talked to me about how he understood me, and what he thought, and it seemed true. He sounded wise.
Interviewer: What did he say that sounded wise?
Flowers: I-It's silly, sir. He seemed to know that I'm not happy with my coat or my eye, and he told me that I paid it more attention than anypony else. He said I was voluntarily holding onto weights that I could just let go. If anypony else had said that, I don't know if I'd have believed them, but he made it sound so obvious.
Interviewer: Did he ask to return to your house?
Flowers: No, sir. I-I s-suggested it. He was so kind to me for the entire day. We walked around the park together, and I didn't feel sad or alone. When it was getting dark, he asked to walk me back home, or at least to the end of my street. I...I said he should...he shouldn't stop at the end of the street.
Interviewer: How would you describe your sexual activity with ESCP-005? [Flowers is stunned at the question and sputters for a moment] Allow me to rephrase. Do you believe that your sexual activity with ESCP-005 was particularly suited to your interests and natural inclinations? For instance, did you feel at any point that the your experience was janky, disjointed, or unpleasant?
Flowers: N-no, sir. He was perfect.
Interviewer: Perfect for the entirety of the three hours?
Flowers: F-for the entire day, sir.
Interviewer: And your particular activities; could you describe them as kinks or fetishes of yours? [Flowers does not answer, and averts her gaze, blushing] If this is too difficult, you may nod or shake your head. A lengthy period was spent with him performing cunnilingus. Was this something lacking from your previous relationship that you wished to experience more often? [She nods] And his sizable endowment, and notable virility? Was that a fantasy of yours too? [She nods] These were presumably details you didn't share with other ponies? [She shakes her head emphatically] On to more tame questions, you've mentioned in physchological evaluations that you are a particularly light sleeper. Did his exit from the room not register to you at all?
Flowers: No, sir. I was too tired from...um...I was too tired.
Interviewer: Yet the entry of the Foundation personnel alerted you immediately.
Flowers: I...I can't explain that, sir.
Interviewer: There's one last thing to discuss. [Document 005-1-D is produced and placed on the table] This was left in your room before he left. Would you like to read it?
[After a small amount of trepidation, she takes the letter and reads it in silence, her expression changing as she comes across passages and words that carry some degree of meaning to her. After a couple of minutes, she lets out a breath, smiles, and places it down on the table, where it is collected and re-entered into evidence.]
Flowers: I'm not going to see him again, am I?
Interviewer: With our current understanding of how ESCP-005 operates, no. Does that bother you?
Flowers: [Pauses briefly] No. I don't think it does. It feels...liberating.
Interviewer: Can you expand on that please?
Flowers: I don't know much about ESCP-005, but it sounds like he comes to those in need, creatures who need his help. If he came to me, and acted as the exact pony I needed, then he was there to help me with a problem. That alone was magical, to think he cared for me that much. He gave me the best day of my entire life, and I'm not going to stop thinking that because I only got to experience that once. I'm not greedy. Anyway, if he's gone, that means what he tried to do worked. I'm fixed, right? No, not fixed...um...healed. He left because I'm not the same problemed mare he came to help. He's carried my problems and burdens away with him. He kept saying I needed to let go of my problems, and if I clung to him as a physical pony rather than as a solution, then I'd just be replacing one insecurity with another. So, yes, I feel free.
Interviewer: A poetic reponse. Do you feel happier now? More confident?
Flowers: I think I do, sir. I...I know I do, sir.
Interviewer: That's good to hear. If that is all, this interview is concluded. You may return to your station, Researcher Flowers.

Interview Concluded at 1032 hours