Jonah Crumble was being injected with experimental narcotics. These compounds were causing him to hallucinate. He gibbered in fear at unseen monsters while strapped to a crucifix-shaped operating table. Eventually, an eagle came down and ate his liver. He screamed.
“Spike! It appears the subject is under distress! Inject the depressant!” shouted Twilight.
Spike did as he was told. Jonah’s body underwent violent convulsions.
Jonah admired Equestrian culture. In terms of transport, architecture and cuisine, there was much to appreciate. In terms of the arts, though, Jonah found their plays to be a bit emotionally manipulative and contrived. The ponies needed someone able to explore the dark and and carnal aspect of reality, thought Jonah. Then he questioned himself. Did they? We’re his standards not arbitrary. Was it not good that their art was so innocent? Jonah clapped.
Twilight was measuring Jonah’s brainwaves one night. She noticed something peculiar. Pony and human brains were almost identical apart from an extra wave that was clearly linked to a unicorn’s magical abilities. Thus, the difference between ponies and humans was purely sociological. Jonah found that fascinating. Twilight then announced that he was to be taken to see royalty tomorrow. Jonah smiled. This was getting interesting. His future in this strange new land was looking bright. So long loneliness. So long escapism. So long addiction. The human world seemed so empty to Jonah at this point.
Celestia was dressed in the garb of a priest when Jonah was being introduced to her. She smiled.
“He’d probably be very useful for manual labour,” said Celestia.
“Very useful, indeed ma’am,” said Jonah, under the impression that those carrying out manual labour for the royals get better living conditions than lab rats.
Life is after all, about moving on up in the world. He shook her hoof and Jonah was introduced to Luna, who was playing her Nintendo Switch. Luna perked up when she saw Jonah and whispered something into his ear.
TO BE CONTINUED...