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I–
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I–um–
**whimpering**
I don’t know where my old house is.
No it isn't part of the apparent selective amnesia I have. I went into Ponyville Hospital years before the war was remotely conceivable. My accident happened in the early stages of Equestria’s industrial and technological revolution. When the tech to keep steel beams safely suspended stories above unsuspecting ponies on their lunch break wasn’t quite perfected yet.
Basically, Ponyville has changed dramatically. And I’m not just talking the darker hue it is cast in by the oddly persistent cloud blanket. There are new buildings. New streets. New businesses. "Stable-Tech" is one such business–I’ll assume they built those stables. "Ironshod" is another–not sure what they produced. To put it plainly, everything looks alien to me.
**frustrated growl**
**distant murmurings and the sound of approaching footsteps**
**panicked gasp**
**thud**thud**thud**
**threatening growl**
BARK! BARKBARK! BARK! ARF! BARK!
(other pony) GAH! What the hey! **metal hitting the ground** Are? Are you barking?
BARK! BARK! **clears throat** Um–well–um–force of habit. Sorry to startle you. I’m Screwloose. It may shock you to know I was in the hospital mental ward before the megaspells fell. Radiation cured me–right as rain.
(other pony) Right–
Well mostly.
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Oh like you have never barked at another pony.
(other pony) Can’t say that I have. I have a friend from the MoP who can give you a checkup–when she and Ditzy get back from Manehatten. I–uh–feel you may need it. You may have radiation poisoning. You said something about it curing you. May might be able to help–um–set you straight on that fact.
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(other pony) My name is Gizmo by the way. Nice to meet you Screwloose.
Yeah, you wouldn’t happen to be able to help me find my old house? I wanna be sure my sis and mom made it to a stable and though I remember the address, Ponyville has changed since I was committed.
(Gizmo) No, but if your family is in a stable the info would be in the Stable-Tech outlet. I was just on my way over there. I work–worked for Stable-Tech.
I’m so happy I could lick you.
(Gizmo) Uhh–
I won’t though–it is a figure of speech.
(Gizmo) Oh! Hey a Solid State Omega Recorder. I didn’t think they made those anymore.
**threatening growl**
Mine. Touch it, I bite.
(Gizmo) **swallowing sound** Noted.
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