An Odd Day

I have just finished the Conversion Bureau fanfic "27 Ounces", (which I have been reading in my spare time today) and honestly, this fic surprised me. I honestly don't know why I read that, I heard that it was terribly misanthropic, and I am a big believer in humanity. However, despite its philosophical faults, it was an actually good story. It kills me inside to say that. It really does.
This fic is extremely misanthropic. It really shows when one of my favorite quotes, "We cannot despair of humanity, for we ourselves are human"- Albert Einstein," is used by a villain. I mean really, that's a bit excessive. Not only that, but I noticed several inconsistencies, the greatest of which is Caprice's promise to protect Alexi, when it is quite clearly stated that ponies cannot use violence.
Furthermore, I cannot believe that the world would just... fall apart like that. The quality of life has improved over the centuries, and while it may be a bit fallacious, I would like to think that this trend will continue. Not to mention, the fic seems to condemn free will, easily the greatest thing since sliced bread. Multiple characters seem to press that ponification does not alter personality, despite the fact that it is also stated that you are incapable of committing truly evil acts, as well as a few not-so-evil acts, like swearing. I just remembered another inconsistency, one of the newfoals swears in the final chapter. Hmmm...
Back to free will. I don't know why someone thinks that an incapability of committing evil acts is not an obstruction of free will. Perhaps Chatoyance, the author, really does know, and doesn't care. How awful is that? She knowingly advocates the termination of free thought. Gods, that is sick. When I say "gods" I mean whatever's up there, if anything. I don't want to miss anything, that is how awful this is.
On a slightly more personal note, would I accept transformation? Probably not. Why? Because it robs one of their mind. The greatest force in the universe, and also the most valuable, is the mind. To knowingly destroy my free will would kill me inside. Which reminds me, ponies cannot commit suicide. How would I turn out then, my mind, my greatest treasure, lost forever. I would be mortified, possibly to the point of suicide, only to be unable to, for the same reason that I am actually considering it. In fact, I would probably have to be a completely different person to not go mad. And do you know the worst bit? It may be impossible for me to do that. Gods. If transformed, my philosophy will cause me despair, true despair... but I cannot act on it. I may not even be able to feel it. A living, breathing, talking paradox.
Honestly, TCB ponies seem a lot like Cybermen from Doctor Who.
But do you know the worst thing about this fic? It's actually pretty good. Don't get me wrong, I despise the message, but it's actually well written. I laughed a the jokes, I felt sadness at the death of a few characters, and I even began to sympathize with some of them, those precious few that were not condescending. Chatoyance is a brilliant, if severely misguided author. It pains me that her talents are wasted on such misanthropic garbage.
I have only disliked one fic before now, and that was the original TCB, but, unlike, TCB, the writing in this fic is good. Sadly, that does not save it, not even close. For only the second time since I have joined the site, I have disliked a story. I am genuinely sad for doing this, Chatoyance does seem like a good author, but I cannot abide by her philosophy.
Lastly, I leave you with a reminder that, despite how much sorrow hurts, it really is our low points in life that define us. In fact, if not for my father's death when I was very young, six or seven, I would not have become a recluse, I would not have discovered the joys of reading in my quest to rid myself of this world, and ultimately, I would not be even close to what I am today. Tragedy shaped me, whether for better or worse, I know not, but considering that I might a normal, perhaps even cheery fellow, completely ignorant of the quest for truth, I'd like to think that it's for the better. After all, without a goal, life is boring. Besides, normality is overrated anyway.

"Man's nature is not essentially evil. Brute nature has been known to yield to the influence of love. You must never despair of human nature."
- Mahatma Gandhi
Stay human, my friends.