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// Part 1 
// Story: My Daughter Twilight 
// by Hourglass 
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It was just as any usual day. I got up at 5:00 Am in the morning so myself and my father could head out to work together (my father was the Vice Principal of the school that I went to). But that morning I was contemplating something in my own mind, about my favorite characters from MLP, my favorite TV show.

"I love all of the ponies, they are like children to me. Even dear sweet little Twilight from Friendship Games." 

That movie wasn't necessarily my favorite, but I still loved Twilight just the same. She is such a sweet girl: intelligent, socially awkward, nice, calm, quiet, and cute too. I have always really loved the character, even put a picture of her on my chromebook. But what I really desired more than anything else was to have Twilight as my own child, a daughter. Someone like me who I could love, look after, and above all take care of. She was the girl who I loved like a father, and she was so close to my reach...I was only tragically stopped by the interdimensional barrier between reality and fiction.

Anyhow, my father and I were heading to school that day down the freeway and I asked him a question. 
"Dad, just how do you raise a child?" 

My father answered in his special way. "You have to be very supportive to the child, make them believe that they van do anything. You have to give a good set of rules to make sure they don't do anything bad that goes against your beliefs such as we have. You have to love them and care for them. You also have to look out for them and right their wrongs whenever you need to." 

I thanked my father as soon as we pulled into the school administrative parking area. "Thanks Dad, I will take what you've said into account." 

"O.K." he replied in a tone that implied he thought what I said was strange. Little did I know that there would be something bigger that would change my life forever.

That 5th period was my science Biology class with my science teacher who was like a second father to me. He and I were always good friends and on the same page (I didn't take kindly to students' bad behavior). We all sat down as soon as the bell rang and started listening in on what we would do that period. My Science teacher spoke up. 

"We will be dissecting pigs today in class everyone." 

Most students groaned, but I was ready for this project. It was what I had been waiting for. During the Dissection period of the class, my teacher gave us all a lecture that would change my mind, this is what it went like:


"In 1999, a Swedish medical student named Anna Bagenholm lost control while skiing and landed head first on a thin patch of ice covering a mountain stream. The surface gave way and she was pulled into the freezing current below; when her friends caught up with her minutes later, only her skis and ankles were visible above an 8-inch layer of ice.

Bagenholm found an air pocket and struggled beneath the ice for 40 minutes as her friends tried to dislodge her. Then her heart stopped beating and she was still. Forty minutes after that, a rescue team arrived, cut her out of the ice and administered CPR as they helicoptered her to a hospital. At 10:15 p.m., three hours and 55 minutes after her fall, her first heartbeat was recorded. Since then, she has made a nearly full recovery."
 

He continued:


"When human cells are abruptly cut off from the steady supply of oxygen, nutrients and cleaning services that blood flow normally provides them, they can hold out in their membranes for a surprisingly long time. In fact, the true survivalists in your body may not die for many days after you've lost circulation, consciousness and most of the other things most people consider integral parts of living. If doctors can get to the patient before these cells have crashed, re-animation is still a possibility.

Unfortunately, the cells that are most sensitive to nutrient and oxygen deprivation are brain cells. Within five to 10 minutes of cardiac arrest, neuronal membranes will begin to rupture and irreparable brain damage will ensue. Making revival efforts more difficult, a surefire way to kill a cell that has been cut off from oxygen and nutrients for an extended period of time is to give it oxygen and nutrients. In a phenomenon called reperfusion injury, blood-starved cells that are abruptly reintroduced to a nutrient supply will quickly self-destruct.

The exact mechanisms of this process are still not well-understood, but Zhou speculates that when cells lose blood supply they may go into a kind of metabolic hibernation, with the goal of self-preservation. When the cells are roused from this state by an onslaught of oxygen and panicking white blood cells in an environment where toxins have accumulated, they are overwhelmed with inflammatory signals and they respond with self-immolation.

Though scientists don't fully understand the causes of reperfusion injury, they know from experience that one thing that stifles its onset is to lower a patient's body temperature. This is why Bagenholm, who arrived at the hospital with an internal body temperature of 56 degrees Fahrenheit (about 13 degrees Celsius), was able to recover and why one of the primary areas of research for the CRS is the application of so-called "therapeutic hypothermia."

By rapidly lowering a patient's body temperature to about 91 degrees F (33 degrees C) using an intravenous cooling solution or a kind of ice-pack bodysuit as soon as possible after a cardiac arrest, ER doctors have found they can greatly decrease the risk of reperfusion injury as they work to revive the patient. This process sometimes allows patients who have been clinically dead for tens of minutes to make full recoveries.

Whether this kind of medical miracle qualifies as reanimating the dead is not the principal concern of doctors, but survivors of clinical death do seem to have reemerged from an interlude of profound mental absence. Said Zhou: "I've met with people who have recovered from cardiac arrest, and it was just totally blank in their brain what happened. The brain's not dead, but they couldn't retrieve anything during that cardiac arrest stage."


I listened closely to what my Science Teacher was saying and that's when I got my idea. 

"What if I tried making a human Twilight out of dead human corpses? Then I could start taking care of her as my own." That is when my incredibly mad idea started, in which would be successful in giving me a real Twilight Sparkle human as a daughter.

I started making plans that evening after I had gotten my idea. I decided to make it extremely top secret so that I wouldn't get into trouble with my parents. I spoke to myself during this time. 

"Let's see here. The first thing I need to do is to construct an entire human body with female anatomy. I think that collecting a whole real skeleton would be to difficult, I'll construct a metal skeleton instead and use it as the main framework to her body, just like a real skeleton. Then I will make an artificial computer that will serve as her brain, which will store every single memory that she's ever had. From there I will find and use fiber optic cables to use as her nerves, and then I will just find regular human pieces. I will also get her skin pigment to be light lavender as well as to get her hair purple with a pink streak running through it."  I was ready for anything.

The first thing that I had to do after that was to collect the metal skeleton pieces of which I had to find at the school science commons (which was the central part behind the class rooms where all of the science resources were kept). I was able to find complete pieces, as well as a metal cranium which would be a perfect place to put all of the memory cards, computer systems, and micro chips which would serve as Twilight's artificial brain. The next thing I did was to run through the Science commons as well as a hospital Organ Donner to find every single piece of human anatomy (as well as the special parts for a female) that I would place inside of her to bring her to life. Finally I went to a hardware store with my father to find fiber optic cable which would serve as Twilight's nervous system (we also went to find some clothes for her too, though I didn't tell my father why I needed them, the outfit looked just like the one that she wore at Crystal Prep). I knew that I was ready now.


FIVE MONTHS LATER


It was now five months since I had started working on her, and now she was just about ready. I had been working on Twilight in a closet way past after school just to get her created, I had done everything and now the finishing touches had been made:  1. Getting her skin pigment purple.  2. getting her hair purple and styled the right way.  3. getting her to sound just like Tara Strong through vocal cord testing.  4. getting her outfit on her. Now it was the final act of my labor of love which would be to bring her to life. I decided to use six Van De Graaff Generators and a static connection to her fiber optic nerves to make the impossible happen. I prayed the night before my time to bring her to life for a good success and to somehow, someway, see my creation come to life. 

The evening had come and I was ready to bring her to life. The lifeless body of Twilight was sitting right there on the table that I had been working with her on, she looked just like she was sleeping very much like a deceased person in a funeral home. 

I tenderly stroked her jaw and whispered. "We've come a long way my little one, and now it's time for you to come into the world. Welcome my dear sweet Twilight." I kissed her cheek just before I turned on the Generators and put a pair of glasses over her eyes. 

"Please let this work." I whispered to myself as I turned on the generators. They had all been turned up to the ultimate maximum level and were aimed directly at the static connectors to her fiber optic cables which were aimed right at the neck and head (none of her nerves had been exposed). Now it was time, I turned on the generators which all started buzzing and zapping with such great power, for five minutes I let them shock my creation and I finally shut it down when I fought she was ready. I watched quietly, for a moment nothing happened.

Suddenly I caught sight of her hand, it looked dormant, but then it started twitching. She began to stir as if she was about to get out of bed. 

"She's alive...She's alive" I whispered quietly in tears. 

As soon as I said that her eyelids twitched and then opened. On her own power she rose from the table and started looking around at the strange room she was in. I was crying sweetly the whole time, although I think it was to obvious because Twilight looked at me and asked. 

"Who are you and where am I." I introduced myself to her and told her what had happened. 

She introduced herself. "I am Twilight, Twilight Sparkle. I was originally at Crystal Prep Academy, and no I am at Canterlot High. Um...Might I ask where I am now." I told her everything, from what had happened to where she was. "I..am...no longer at Canterlot High?" I calmed her down and explained some more. 

"Dear child, you have been brought for good reasons. You are a special person and I wouldn't want you to be scared. You have joined a new life, I am your new father. I don't want to hurt you or destroy you in anyway, I just want to take care of you. Will you allow me to?" Twilight was hesitant, but she took my hand slowly and smiled in an 'adorkable' way and spoke. 

"O.K. father. Thank you...But can you explain why I am in a school Science lab?"...