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I stared down at the hooful of capsules, my heart thumping in my chest like a jumping bean. I swallowed hard, my throat tight, as if I'd been trying to swallow a lump of coal. I tried not to think about the words of the Chief Biotechnician, which wormed their way into my brain, trying with all their might to convince me that this was a good idea.
"We're not testing this on just anypony," she'd said "we need subjects, if all goes well, you could be perfect!"
'What if I don't want to be perfect?' I thought, half-tempted to throw the pills into the toilet and flush them 'What if I'm perfectly happy with where I am?'
True, I'd get compensation, and the benefits of the product were supposed be good- beyond fantastic, according to the Science Department. Advancements were coming in leaps and bounds every week, whether they were implants, combating the radiation, or even something as mundane as tweaking the Pip-Bucks.
Speaking of the universal tool, it vibrated on my hoof, beeping at the same time, warning me that I had exactly three minutes before my break was up. Shaking myself out of my stupor, I dumped the pills back into the bottle. Switching on the faucet, I washed my hooves, out of habit more than anything else. Trotting out of the bathroom, I booked it to the recording booth- Goddesses know that I'd get axed if I wasn't in the booth, headset on, ready to spout what little went on inside the Stable.
Dashing into the booth, the iron door slammed close behind me as I practically jumped into my seat in front of the microphone. Snapping on my headset, I looked to a mare behind a plate of glass, glaring at me.
I tapped a button on the console before me, right next to the mic.
"I'm sorry, Plug," I said, panting "I got held up."
"S'long as it doesn't happen again, you kn'w that Factor's gonna have m' flank."
"I know, I know," I said hurriedly, quickly flipping off the connection between me and the other side of the glass.
"Live in three...two...one..." a synthetic voice stated, before switching off.
"Good Morning Stable Eighty-Six, this is Silver Siren, coming to you to live from Third Alert Studios. First up on the show today, we've got some new imports, straight from New Appleoosa, including some new titles by- would you look at that! The Wasteland Wailers! We haven't heard from them in a while, have we? You're in for a special treat, coming up in just a few short minutes, be sure to stay tuned!"792Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4cIwAUSDcT
