But my brain isn't quiet. I'm stoned out of my goddamn gourd. Don't worry, it is just my usual regimen of drugs. That's how I spent a lot of my time now. Wasted. Doesn't really help with the pain much, but makes it a bit more tolerable. All of my drugs cost over 5 grand a month. That's what it takes to keep me going. I'm in somewhat better shape because of all of it, and there's a few bright
Finally found a doctor that didn't run screaming upon seeing my spine images and xrays. The team is coming together. Met with the neurosurgeon the other day, and he thinks I am an ideal candidate for augmentation. The transition is happening, I think. I still have to pass a psych evaluation and other steps, but I am closer now than ever. First I'll have the trial run; they'll sink electrodes into
Been meaning to this, and I've become the King of Pro-Crasty Nation. I kept wanting to report, but there was nothing to report, no good news at all, so I just... didn't. Sorry. Went a bit silent on my end. It just sorta happened.
I finally got a lawyer willing to take up my case. After that, things started happening.
I read that as Princess Celestia's Amorous Advice and immediately thought, "Oh, yeah. Romance advice from somepony whose last date was in the Cretaceous era."
"The first thing you must realize, Smirk, is that the average stallion has very limited emotional responses."
Smirk nodded. "I noticed. They're oblivious."
Celestia produced a dusty club from behind the throne. "That's why I invented this. I call it the Romance Club."
"The... Romance Club?" Smirk looked from the iron-bound chunk of oak up to the eager face of Princess Celestia and back to the club. "How does it... work?"
"Well, first you find a nice, strapping young stallion with good teeth, broad shoulders, and high stamina. Like Sergeant Hardhooves here."
"Wha--"
There was a ringing noise as the Romance Club did its job, and the Royal Guard dropped like a sack of potatoes.
"If they have a helmet, you need to hit them a little harder," explained Celestia as Hardhooves' dented helmet rolled down the red carpet, past the other stunned guards. "Then you drag your mate here off to a secluded location, like a cave or a hollow tree, and tie him up with vines so he doesn't get away. Then once he wakes up, you begin the training. Use small slices of fruit at first to encourage good behavior like not screaming and running away, then progress to crudely cooked breads topped with crushed fruit. Although in these modern days, you could probably just get a box of donuts," she added with a thoughtful expression.
I read that as Princess Celestia's Amorous Advice and immediately thought, "Oh, yeah. Romance advice from somepony whose last date was in the Cretaceous era."
"The first thing you must realize, Smirk, is that the average stallion has very limited emotional responses."
Smirk nodded. "I noticed. They're oblivious."
Celestia produced a dusty club from behind the throne. "That's why I invented this. I call it the Romance Club."
"The... Romance Club?" Smirk looked from the iron-bound chunk of oak up to the eager face of Princess Celestia and back to the club. "How does it... work?"
"Well, first you find a nice, strapping young stallion with good teeth, broad shoulders, and high stamina. Like Sergeant Hardhooves here."
"Wha--"
There was a ringing noise as the Romance Club did its job, and the Royal Guard dropped like a sack of potatoes.
"If they have a helmet, you need to hit them a little harder," explained Celestia as Hardhooves' dented helmet rolled down the red carpet, past the other stunned guards. "Then you drag your mate here off to a secluded location, like a cave or a hollow tree, and tie him up with vines so he doesn't get away. Then once he wakes up, you begin the training. Use small slices of fruit at first to encourage good behavior like not screaming and running away, then progress to crudely cooked breads topped with crushed fruit. Although in these modern days, you could probably just get a box of donuts," she added with a thoughtful expression.