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// Session #2 
// Story: Lucid 
// by Rutilus.Luna 
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Recording - 13:53

"-so as I was saying, she turned around and threw her drink at me for no reason. Completely uncalled for."

"Shield, must you be so crass? I don't want to have to deal with your nightly horrors when I am going over these recordings each night. I have better things to do."

"What? Come on doc, don't tell me you agree with her."

"In fact, I do. Personally I would have done worse. The rare moment you are lucky that she works there."

"Harsh doc, harsh."

"Has she been any more communicative since our last session?"

"Unless you consider death threats to be the tip of the communication iceberg, no. My security has been having a hay of a time with her."

"Unfortunate, but expected. When will she be arriving?"

"Should be any minute now, so long as Nighty managed to put her out quick enough."

"Nighty?"

"Nightshade."

"Does she let you call her that?"

"No."

"Noted."

*Door opens*

"Dr. Redheart, she should be ready."

"Thank you Nightshade. Shield, the safety word is again, hogwash."

"Yeah, yeah, got it."

*Footsteps followed by door closing*

"Look what we have here, medically redundant. Here to make me all weepy and kiss my brain and make me feel all better inside. Ha!"

"Glad to see that you are awake this time. Have you decided on what you would like for me to call you?"

"This rigmarole again? Aren't you a broken record?"

*Writing on paper*

"Am I boring you redundant?"

"The contrary actually, you are quite interesting."

"Oh ho ho! I didn't realize I was that tantalizing. What say you undue these constraints and I can show you what my mane and I can really do! HAHA!"

"..."

"What a cute blush! Have I touched a nerve? Ha!"

"According to the security reports you've been ramming your head into the wall of your room. Why?"

"Spoilsport. My head itches. My mane wants to move, to be free. It was never meant to be caged. I was never meant to be caged."

"That is what I am here to do. To help you through your disease so that you can walk as a free mare again. So, again, what would you like me to call you?"

"..."

"Feel free to take your time."

"I'm thinking! Mane-iac will do, I suppose. I don't care."

"Excellent Mane-iac. Why choose that, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I told you. I don't care, and that is what everypony else seems to call me. I never bothered on a name when I awakened. Never felt it mattered."

"Really? Your name doesn't matter to you?"

"Why should it? I am whatever I am. There is no need to identify me by an archaic system of classification. You crave water. Something you need to live. At the end of the day, would you care if everyone decided to call it something else? It's still the same liquid you crave, its just not water anymore. I am akin to water, at the end of the day I exist, regardless of my name."

"That's a unique way of looking at it. Do you usually think about philosophy like that?"

"I think that this is a waste of your, and my own, time."

"You enjoy being combative, don't you?"

*Writing on paper*

"I enjoy existing. Currently I am not."

"You're not existing at the moment? What does it take for you to exist?"

"..."

"Mane-iac?"

"I'm done here. Take me back to my cell. You are boring me."

"We can talk about something else if-"

"I'M DONE!"

"I see. This has proven enlightening. If you truly wish i stop today, I will not press you any further. If you find the desire to speak, I'm sure that an additional session could happen. Just say the word."

"..."

"Well, I wish you well for the week. I will let security know you are done for the day."

*Door opens and closes*

"How did it go this time doc?"

"Progress, small it may be. The director will not be pleased by it however. Please inform Nightshade that Mane-iac is done for the day and wishes to return to her room."

"Aye-aye doc."

"This is going to take a while. I think I'm going to go out tonight and get myself a nice stiff-"

Stop - 15:26