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Before Sweetie stood an impossible choice.She could save the data stored on this brain—data that was somehow also her, in a way that did not exactly make sense to her. But doing so would require her to change the mind there, without their knowledge or consent."I assume... I can't wake them up and ask?" she prompted Capacitor, looking up hopefully. "If I turned them on, I mean. The brain is intact, so..."Capacitor looked away from her, shaking his head with a mixture of regret and guilt. "With the right…-
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Sweetie Belle lay somewhere dark. She wasn't sure exactly how she'd gotten there. At first she knew nothing at all—then a distant, background panic joined her, pressing in on her from all sides. Whatever was going on, Scootaloo was in danger! She had to find her friend!Sweetie struggled, willing her horn to light—and it came on. The fear was far too sharp for her to notice or even care what kind of magic it was.She was in a dark room, with shiny floors, white walls, and a curtain just beside her. The…
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Sweetie continued up an endless, grinding slope towards the surface. With each step, she slogged her way upward, always moving towards her memory of the surface. Sometimes she dragged herself along so harshly that her body scratched and scraped in the process. Better her than the injured mare she carried—her parts could always be replaced. Her friend, not so much.She couldn't say exactly how long it took. She diverted whatever power she had towards the simple task of climbing out. One more step in front…
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There was much to say to Scootaloo—many words to exchange, friendship to renew, and tears to be shed. Sweetie told her as little as she could about the events of her escape, painful as they were to contemplate. She was grateful that so few memories of that experience survived—all she really had to know was that it was difficult and painful.But that conversation was the easy one—the one that would've happened to any two friends reuniting after a difficult experience. The much harder part was what…
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Sweetie was on her back in the sand. She wasn't sure exactly how long she had been out there—hours, maybe days? This world had many of the same truths about it as her body in the real one—she never got tired, never got worn out or sick, never needed a break. She never needed to eat or use the restroom either, though both of those things were still available in her new virtual home.Even if her mind didn't feel any different after a few hours straight of calls and interviews, some subconscious part of…
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Sweetie Belle had little experience with funerals. After her first, she was content to keep that number as low as possible for the rest of her life. This was by far the worst—never before had she stuck around until the very end. She couldn't just be a passive participant in this one—almost everypony in the room wanted to talk to her and Scootaloo, even if it was just for a few moments."You're a hero," said a hundred ponies, a hundred different ways. "We heard what you did." "Brought her up from…
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Sweetie paced around her virtual workspace, squinting down at the pony projected there. Many blocks of data floated in the air before her, connecting in a strange weave of interleaving lines, connections, and pulsing shapes. Every now and then she lit up her horn, slicing through something, or reconnecting something to another area.Behind the projection she had a large display, far larger than anything even Rarity could afford in the real world. On it was another mental pattern, one exceptionally familiar…
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Sweetie was there for her younger self the moment she first stepped into Lucid's Dream. She kept the filly model, along with her old mane style. When you were a copy, you needed everything you could get to differentiate yourself.At first she spent only a few minutes awake at a time, with Sweetie following a few steps behind her and monitoring everything she did. That saved her more than once, since Sweetie could step in and use a few commands to stop her mind from spiraling out of control.Nopony in the…
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There was already a crowd gathered by the time Hayden made it to the shore. Many of those were Sunyshore's permanent residents, shopkeepers like his parents, or workers in the various factories and nearby mine. None of those spared him a glance as he slipped off the walkway, then hopped the low wall to get back onto the streets proper. At least until they noticed the daemon floating along beside him. Someone dropped a large bundle of cloth directly in front of him, which rolled slowly across the…-
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The next few hours were simultaneously tense and uneventful for Hayden. He showered away the grime of his brief encounter on the street, scrubbing his cuts until they were clean. He tried, anyway. But under the dried blood he found only smooth skin, not even a stray splinter from the old dock. He felt a little better when he was clean and dressed. Nothing he owned hadn't been worn by at least two siblings before him—but at least it was intact, and any tears would be mended as soon as he…
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