Sam Kelton peered through his windshield at a landscape that was only superficially familiar. The cars and the people were there, all traversing southbound Wadsworth Parkway in northwest Denver on a Friday morning as if ETS had never happened. Yet there were little things -- and not so little -- that threw him off.
One was the traffic. Wadsworth had always been a bottleneck as one of the few north-south arteries on that side of town. Even on the weekend, one could count on jams. Yet the morning rush hour was as light as it might have been late on a Sunday evening before ETS. Sam could appreciate it if he were commuting to a job, except he didn't have one.
The other was the cars themselves. He could always count on seeing a mix of everything from shiny brand new vehicles which still had temporary plates to old beaters you could hear from a hundred feet away. Now, everything seemed old and used up, much like the city itself. What had been the heart of Denver's upper middle class either had moved out or were sporting hooves.
Or they were like Sam, too hard-headed to leave his city of birth and choosing instead to eke out a living doing odd jobs -- even if it meant helping ponies -- until things got better like the government was always promising. He had pinned his hopes on the Limited Pony Homestead Act and its resettlement clause, until he discovered that Denver had been declared an exception, its status left as "disputed." Just another way for the government to look like it was doing something when it was just making the status quo official.
His sister Beverly was also a consideration. He had no means to contact her, which left it up to her. That would be more difficult if he moved around.
He stopped at the light. Signs for I-70 up ahead had been amended with the words "NOW OPEN THRU COLORADO". Most of the cars that had accompanied him this far were queued off to the right for the on-ramps. He glanced to the left towards what had been a thriving mini-mall only to see shuttered stores and empty parking lots.
Sam frowned and gripped the wheel tighter as the light turned green.
He headed through the intersection and slowed as his car bumped across broken asphalt and steel plates. A sign declared "UNPAVED ROAD AHEAD", and another further on warned "CHECKPOINT AHEAD - BE PREPARED TO STOP."
He saw them before he had even read the sign: a contingent of National Guard soldiers stationed at the last of the asphalt he would see further south. One of them stepped into the path of the car and held up a hand, a weapon slung across his shoulder. Sam stopped the car and rolled down the window, waiting for the ritual to start.
"Good morning, sir," said the soldier. One of his compatriots led a bomb-sniffing dog around his car. "Do you have any firearms in your vehicle?"
Sam placed an elbow on the car door and leaned his head on his hand. "No," he said in a tired voice.
"Are you carrying any explosives or toxic chemicals?"
"No."
"Do you have anyone else in the vehicle with you other than yourself?"
Sam paused, but only because of the change in routine. "Uh, no, I don't."
"Please state your business in the pony sector."
"Grocery shopping," Sam said in a flat voice, deciding to break with routine on his side as well just out of spite. Normally he would have answered "business transaction," which was one of the accepted standard responses.
The soldier simply nodded in response. He looked towards his compatriot with the dog, who signaled that the car was in the clear. The soldier turned back to Sam. "Please take it slowly. Speed limit is twenty miles per hour, road dead-ends two miles ahead. Please watch for ponies on the road. Have a good day, sir."
"Whatever," Sam muttered as the soldier stepped back and waved him through.
Sam eased the car forward, which lurched twice as it rolled off the ragged edge of the asphalt and onto bare dirt. He remembered the last time he had traversed this street before it became part of Ponyland USA -- as he and most other similarly disgruntled humans called the Denver pony sector. Back then, the street had still been more or less navigable, as the ponies had been content with ripping up only the center median. Only when order had completely broken down in the city did they throw all sense of rationality to the wind and rip up everything that prevented their earth ponies access to the soil.
What had once been a four lane avenue of asphalt and concrete was now reduced to a narrow dirt road. For some stretches, the sidewalks were still intact, marking the former boundaries of the old street. Wooden poles had since been installed to restrict vehicles to a path only wide enough for a single lane of traffic in each direction so that ponies had room to travel more safely on hoof, as they preferred packed earth to concrete.
It once ran nearly its full length and width despite remaining unpaved, so that even after this part of Denver had become a pony haven, humans could still traverse it. That had ended with the death a dozen ponies after a human went on a drunken rampage with his pickup truck. The ponies closed it off for their own protection, and after the treaty with Equestria was signed, the National Guard was stationed all along the border with the human sector to prevent any further incidents. The only real option for anyone traveling south through the pony sector was I-25, which had remained intact.
He saw his first ponies off to his left. What had been a large municipal parking lot was now a field in which stalks of grain grew. Earth ponies were busy harvesting and preparing the soil to lay dormant for the coming winter. More ponies appeared along the side of the road, many of whom smiled and waved at him as he passed.
He was not feeling in enough of a charitable mood to wave back. This route forced him past his old neighborhood, his place of his birth now an alien landscape. They had chosen to destroy everything that gave the neighborhood its character, just to satisfy some stupid idea of an idyllic, simple lifestyle. He had heard that the ponies had preserved some of the more historic parts of the city, but he supposed his parts were not considered important enough.
A car passed him going the other way. He braced himself for a cloud of dust to be thrown into his view, but most of it remained low to the ground. He should have figured; the dry spell in the human sector had little effect here. There had been days where his neighborhood had been bathed in bright sunlight with humidity in single digits only to see the pony sector swathed in clouds with dark shafts of rain falling from them.
The road opened up into a large cul-de-sac, where about half a dozen other cars were parked along its periphery. Ringing the cul-de-sac were stands selling grains, fruits, and produce. A large sign declared "LAST HARVEST OF 2023! STOCK UP FOR WINTER NOW!"
The term "selling" was used loosely here, but they did expect some effort to be put into whatever was done for them, and they were the sole judges of how many goods were worth that effort. Despite ponies being generous to a fault in this regard -- he once got two weeks worth of produce for repairing a gold locket chain -- several rather burly earth ponies patrolled the stalls in case a dispute over a transaction turned violent.
Sam pulled over and killed the engine. As he got out of the car, a breeze swirled around him and his vehicle like a miniature vortex as a pegasus flew in a quick circle overhead, the smell of his car's exhaust dissipating.
Sam didn't want a handout. He knew some ponies braved the human sector of Denver to deliver food and other necessities to needy humans at no cost, but Sam never took advantage of it. He felt justified in taking money from the government because he always thought his taxes were too damn high for what he got for them, so it was the equivalent of receiving a refund for services not rendered.
Thus when he opened the trunk of his car, he revealed a set of picture frames that he had not only repaired, but had stained and polished as well, making them look better than new. He also retrieved a set of cloth sacks, as these pony marts were strictly bring-your-own-bag.
He threaded an arm through the frames and slammed the trunk shut before heading over to the produce stand run by an earth pony stallion with tan fur and a pale green mane, a splash of brighter green on his haunches in the shape of several sprouts. The pony had just concluded a deal with another patron before turning in Sam's direction and smiling. "Sam! Hello! Good to see you again."
Sam tried to keep his voice cordial. "Uh, yeah, hi, Beansprout."
He always felt silly saying a lot of pony names. They were ridiculous to him; they described things or jobs, not people.
Beansprout suddenly gasped as his gaze fell on the frames. "Oh my God, those are beautiful! Hey, everypony, take a look at this!"
Sam gritted his teeth, and only the fact that his hands were full prevented him from face-palming. A few of the other ponies stepped away from their stalls to cast admiring looks on Sam's handiwork.
"Oh, wow, those look nice," said another earth pony.
"Absolutely gorgeous!" piped a unicorn.
"Beany, you lucky pony, you're going to make me jealous!" gushed another earth pony.
"Look, I'm kinda in a hurry, okay?" Sam said a little louder than intended. He knew ponies tended to be friendly and supportive, but he was not in the mood.
"Sorry about that," said Beansprout. He gestured to the unicorn. "Can you set these beside the stand?"
"Sure thing," piped the unicorn mare, her horn glowing.
Sam jerked his arm away the moment he no longer felt the weight of the frames against his shoulder, as if afraid the magic might somehow contaminate him. Equestria swore up and down that secondary exposure to magic had no ill effects -- and no scientist had yet to discover cause to doubt this -- but it still made Sam nervous. It had taken him some time just to ignore the fact that much of the food he consumed had been nurtured by magic.
Beansprout stepped back into his stall as the other ponies returned to theirs. "You're lucky you came early, we're expecting a big turnout today."
"Yeah, well, it helps when I don't have to worry about a job to go to," Sam grumbled.
Beansprout's ears drooped. "Sorry."
Sam sighed. "Pay no attention to me. Let me just get my stuff and ... um ..."
He looked over the proffered goods. They were what he had expected -- heads of lettuce, batches of carrots and celery, clumps of tomatoes connected by the part of the vine they had been on -- but the presentation had changed. Most were tied with luridly bright pink ribbons with little red hearts on them.
Sam flicked the end of a ribbon with his finger. "What's the occasion?"
Beansprout smiled. "Equestrian cloth. It's needed to hold the enhanced preservation spell."
Sam raised an eyebrow.
"It's to keep it fresh longer," said Beansprout.
"I thought the preservation spell was put right on the food itself," said Sam.
"But this one is designed to work with refrigeration. With either alone, it would stay fresh for about two weeks or so, depending on the produce. With both together, it can stay fresh for months!"
Sam gingerly picked up a batch of carrots.
"The ribbon doesn't have to be all that tight, it just needs to be touching the produce," said Beansprout.
Sam glanced at the sign which stated "No more than three of any one item to a customer" and did the math in his head. "There's no way I can buy enough to last though the entire winter."
"The idea is that you'd buy human-produced produce as you can afford it and use the magically-preserved ones more sparingly," Beansprout said in that delicate tone he always used when implying the destitute status of a customer.
Sam dropped the carrots into one of his bags. "Guess I got no choice."
"Um, well, if you want less magic, there's the dried fruit stand."
"I hate dried fruit."
"Oh."
But like the magic, Sam figured he would just put up with it. "It's fine, let me just get this done so I can get out of your hair. This'll probably be the last time you guys will be here anyway."
"Actually, we're planning to set up stands in the winter, too," said Beansprout in a bright voice. "We've made a deal with some pony communities and human farmers who have sheep. We'll be offering all sorts of warm woolen clothing for the winter. The pegasi have told us it's going to be a really cold and snowy one this year."
"Whatever," Sam grumbled as he finished filling his bag with three of everything before moving on.
"Have a good day," said Beansprout, though Sam had already turned away and did not acknowledge it.
The pony running the dried fruit stand was droning on about how he was running a special for anyone who would be willing to refurbish some mechanical equipment for them when he felt a tug on a corner of his jacket.
Sam turned his head to see a unicorn with a yellow coat and violet mane standing nearby, both her horn and the edge of his jacket glowing. He managed to resist the urge to beat at the jacket as if to put out a fire when the glow faded. "Are you Sam Kelton?" said the mare.
Sam hesitated. "Uhh, yeah?"
"Can I speak with you for a moment?"
"Yeah, fine."
The unicorn's eyes flicked from side to side. "Not here ... you need to come with me."
Sam eyed the unicorn warily. "What's this all about?"
The unicorn stepped closer and said in a lower voice, "Not with all these other people around. This is important."
"What's the matter, Wildy?" asked the proprietor of the fruit stand.
"I'll tell you later," the mare said before turning back to Sam. "I just want to get out of earshot of the crowd."
Sam frowned. He had half a mind to tell the unicorn to fuck off.
The little pony must have sensed his reluctance, for she gestured for him to bend down. Sam liked this even less, but it was better than going off somewhere with a stranger.
The unicorn leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "It's about your sister, Beverly."
Sam bolted upright as if zapped by an electric shock. "What? What about--!"
"Shhh!!" the mare hissed. "Not here! I said, come with me."
Sam clenched his jaw. "Fine."
The unicorn led him away from the pony mart, and an uneasy quiet settled over them as they headed down what was once a road intersecting Wadsworth, marked by dead streetlights and strips of concrete sidewalk that the ponies had yet to break up.
"My name is Wildflower Springs, but everypony calls me Wildy," said the unicorn.
"What's going on with Bev?" said Sam. "I haven't heard from her in months, not since she supposedly ran away from a Partials' camp."
"Not supposedly," said Wildy. "She did escape, and for damn good reasons."
"What in the holy hell for? She hasn't rehumanized yet?"
Wildy's ears flattened. "For once I wish I could talk to a human who didn't think that was a cure-all for--" Wildy cut herself off. "All right, never mind that. Look, I won't bore you with details, she can tell you herself. She's headed to Denver and wanted to make sure you knew she was coming. She asks that you keep it quiet."
"What the hell is with all this cloak and dagger?" Sam demanded. "Bev's always been a private person, but this is ridiculous."
"She's had a hard time of it both in that camp and ever since she escaped," said Wildy.
Sam resisted the urge to say -- or even think -- that Beverly had been a bit of a flake even in the best of times, but that was hardly her fault. Years of verbal and emotional abuse from an alcoholic father would do that. It would have been compounded with physical or even sexual abuse had not Sam stopped it by slugging his old man in the jaw.
"Where is she now?" Sam said in a lower voice.
"They're taking refuge in a pony community south of the city."
"Refuge? You make it sound like Bev is on the run or something."
"That's because she is."
"Who the hell from?"
Wildy frowned. "Your government, of course. They don't like Partials running around unsupervised."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "My government? Last time I looked, this was all still American soil."
"Don't go there," Wildy deadpanned. "They're making a run for Ponyopolis. I mean, the Denver pony sector. If you can come back to the market in another week when we're starting to sell winter garments, she'll likely be here by then. You're going to have to come to her, because they won't have a car by the time they get here."
Sam's relief over hearing that Bev was okay was tempered by what he saw as her foolishness on display. Had she simply rehumanized when she had the chance, none of this secrecy would be needed.
Perhaps there was a chance to talk some sense into her yet. He wouldn't even have to drive her to the Rehumanization Center up in Fort Collins; Denver RTD offered free rides to anyone traveling to a rehumanization appointment, as required of all public transit systems by federal law.
"All right, fine," Sam grunted. "I'll come back in a week."
"Thank you," Wildy said in a voice that suggested she was glad this conversation was over. "I'll send word back that I contacted you, and that you know she's coming. She also has a friend of yours with her."
"Huh? Who?"
"Eileen McDermott."
Sam sighed. "Wonderful. Why am I not the least bit surprised?"
"Floor six," the synthesized female voice of the elevator intoned just before the doors slid open, disgorging first the company executive and his entourage, then Connie, two reporters, and a cameraman looking almost as bored as she was.
The executive -- whose name Connie had already forgotten and now tried to take a surreptitious glance at his ID card -- led them into the main office area of the floor, where nearly every cubicle was full. "As you can see, Mayor Morgan, we've managed to make the transition back to Village Center fairly smoothly, in no small part thanks to your tireless efforts."
Connie smiled, though she knew such high public praise was simply a buttering up for some political request later. "Much of the effort was on your workers' part. From what I heard, your temporary offices in Fort Collins were rather cramped."
The executive -- Tim something-or-other now that he had turned around to face her and his card swung into view briefly -- made a disgusted noise and said, "It was quite horrid. Three people to a cubicle sometimes. A few employees threatened to quit despite the dearth of jobs in the IT sector in this part of the country. It did at least ensure we were closer to a rehumanization center. We still lost some top talent to ETS but managed to gain a few back."
Connie refrained from noting that they were not as concerned about top talent when they had implemented layoffs in the wake of ETS like many other companies. However, everyone was in the same boat; chunks of the customer base who no longer had a need for what many industries were selling -- cable TV in the case of Tim's company where she was doing a good-will tour -- had vanished almost overnight. Revenue had crashed hard, and profits had evaporated.
Tim put on his best public smile. "Still, your office worked closely with my company to make this happen. Thanks to you, this entire building may once more be populated again. We're hoping to call on your support for our future endeavors."
Here it comes, Connie thought. "I have heard that you've been working on a rather hush-hush project."
"Yes, and there is no time like the present to reveal it." The reporters were definitely listening now, and the cameraman was focused on Tim. He smiled at the camera as he said, "We are pioneering a program to reach out to the pony communities along the Front Range in hopes of bringing them back into the customer fold."
With the camera no longer on her, Connie allowed herself to raise a dubious eyebrow.
"Several manufacturers are now planning products that they believe ponies will want," Tim continued. "They hope to time their emergence in the market with Equestrian plans to reintroduce the use of currency to the ponies of the west. We plan on teaming with those manufacturers to offer a platform for their advertising."
Connie had heard of far-fetched plans before, but this took the cake. Did he seriously believe he could get ponies watching cable TV again? Never mind all the cord-cutting that had been going on by humans even before ETS.
"My company -- along with the aforementioned manufacturers -- piloted a similar program in our footprint in parts of the south with some good success," said Tim, showing off his perfect white teeth as he smiled for the reporters. "We see no reason we cannot repeat that endeavor here, especially now that the ponies themselves are reaching out."
So that explains it, Connie thought. She did know that ponies in the southern and eastern parts of the country were more integrated with human society. It still sounded like an overly ambitious plan.
Tim turned to Connie, and she immediately put back her smile as the camera swung her way. "And this brings us to another reason why we sought to return to Village Center. What better place can we pilot this new endeavor but in the pony district of Greenwood Village?"
Connie had to struggle to maintain her smile. Such a request should have come through formal channels, not announced in such a way as to make the evening news. Not that she had the ability to restrict any sort of business activities, but surely he understood how much under a microscope her municipality was?
Of course he did, she realized with some irritation. That's why he was putting her in this position.
"Do you have any comment, Mrs. Morgan?" one of the reporters prompted.
Connie gave what she hoped was a good-natured chuckle. "I admire the effort that is being put into this idea," she said in a diplomatic tone. "I've gone on record as saying I would like to see pony communities more integrated into the US economy. I believe we have a lot to offer each other."
Her cell phone vibrated. She reached into her pocket and pressed the button on the side to silence it.
"At the same time, I do believe we need to move cautiously," Connie continued. "Ponies in this part of the country have made a distinct culture for themselves, and we need to respect that."
"I've never come across a culture in this country that would turn down a good business opportunity," said Tim. "And I doubt the people of this city feel any different."
"Wouldn't this fit into your plans for more economic unity, Mrs. Morgan?" asked the other reporter.
Connie's phone vibrated again, this time indicating a text message. Where she had given explicit instructions to certain people to send her a text as a follow-up to a failed attempt to reach her by voice if there was an emergency, she felt compelled to answer it. The last time it had happened prior to ETS was when Christina's school had gone on lock-down after a report of someone wielding a gun near the campus.
"Excuse me one moment, please," said Connie as she withdrew her cell phone. Instead of Christina's school, it was from Ted: Contact me at once. Code indigo.
Connie felt a chill. "Code indigo" was a pass phrase Connie had worked out with her staff and the city council whenever they needed to bring a terrorist threat to her attention. "I'm terribly sorry, but I've had something come up that needs my immediate attention. I'll conclude by saying that I wish Tim and his company the best of luck in their endeavors, and that my office will offer whatever assistance is deemed appropriate for furthering human and pony relations."
She turned away, ignoring the cacophony of questions thrown at her in her wake. She ducked around the corner to the elevators, but passed them and headed into an unused conference room. She stepped carefully to the side so as not to be seen from the hall.
She issued a response text: Call me now. While Ted used human technology, he was still limited in how he could handle it. She had to wait for him to maneuver his phone into a position where he could manipulate it with a stylus in his teeth.
She answered as soon as it rang. "Ted, what's going on?" Connie demanded.
"Look, this may be nothing," Ted replied.
"Nothing?" Connie said sharply. "You don't do a 'code indigo' for nothing. I had to cut short my visit to Village Center for this, and at a very inopportune time."
"I'm really sorry, but I didn't want to take any chances!"
Connie sighed. "Sorry, I'm a little on edge. What is it?'
Ted described his run in with Jason and the questions he was asking.
"Are you sure? And why didn't you tell me this last night?"
"I had to think about it for a bit, Connie," said Ted. "Realize the position I'm in. What if Wildy was right, and this is just a way to get info on that Partial?"
"Ted, I don't care what your feelings are about that Partial, your first duty is to the citizens of this city. Especially in cases like this, where someone with possible terrorist associations was at such a large gathering."
"And if this was just a fishing expedition?"
"Then let it be one," said Connie firmly. "I cannot fail to act in a situation like this."
"There isn't even an obvious threat. I didn't want to pull you into this in case it was an attempt to--"
"I get it," Connie said in a terse voice. "And I appreciate you trying to shield me." From an operation that I should never have known about in the first place, she added in her head. "My office did receive a bulletin recently about possible terrorist activity in and around Denver. Is this the same one?"
"I have no way of knowing," said Ted. "Jason was not exactly on the up-and-up about revealing he was an FBI agent. That alone seemed a bit suspicious to me. All you have to do is give me the name of guy you spoke to, and I'll pass that on to Jason."
Connie frowned. It was not as easy as that. If it came to light later that she had information on a threat and failed to act in an open and aboveboard manner, it would come back to haunt her later, from her own conscience if not the law. "No, I'll inform the FBI myself."
"But that could link you to--!"
"Ted, please, do me a favor," Connie said in an exasperated voice. "Forget for the moment you're a pony."
"That's like asking you to forget that you're human."
"Humor me, please, at least for long enough as it takes you to see the other side of this."
Ted paused. "What are you talking about?"
"Did it ever occur to you that the FBI might have legitimate reasons for pursuing this Partial?" Connie asked. "You said yourself that there was a Partial boy right in front of Jason's nose, and he didn't so much as bat an eye about it. Maybe he was telling the truth when he said he wasn't there for just any Partial."
Ted sighed. "I don't want to be at odds with you over this."
"I'm not going to tell you to stop," said Connie. "Just don't expect me to think that what you're doing is all right with me. I think you're taking a big short term risk for very little long term benefit."
"I want to at least have the chance to talk to her myself," said Ted. "I want to hear her side of it. Maybe that will give me some idea who's in the right."
"That's your prerogative. Mine is the security of this city."
"I understand," Ted said in a low voice. "I do care about that as well. I wouldn't be talking to you now if I didn't."
"I know," said Connie in a softer voice.
"I care about humans as well as ponies."
"I believe you, but I do admit I feel you sometimes need to see the bigger picture."
"I told you I wasn't cut out for politics," Ted said in a glum voice.
"It's not about politics," said Connie. "We'll talk about this more some other time. I need to get back to my office."
"All right. Again, I'm sorry for not informing you sooner."
All Connie could think of at that moment was Ryan looking at that banner for the Magiccraft Fair, her hand tightening around the phone. "It's fine," she said in a terse voice. "I'll call you over the weekend if I haven't heard from you by then."
Sam was grateful for the preservation spells on the produce, as his other errands that morning took him longer than he had intended. The line at the unemployment office had been out the door and down the street, and he almost decided to forgo his monthly check-in, but he needed every cent of the pittance the government doled out.
He got back to his apartment building in time to catch his neighbor Ron sitting on the steps as he always did every day about this time. The kindly older gentlemen smiled at Sam's approach. "Good afternoon, Samuel," he said in a faint Italian accent with hints of his New York upbringing.
"Hey, Ron," said Sam. "How're you holding up?"
"Best as can be expected."
"You look a little tired."
Ron chucked. "I've been tired for the last ten years. Well, I suppose more so than usual. Doctor changed my medication again. My blood pressure's been edging upwards."
"Did you ask him about the angina?"
Ron smiled. "Please, don't fuss over me."
Sam wanted to argue he had every right to fuss over the old man. He told himself it had nothing to do with wanting to prove that humans could be just as caring about each other as ponies were. "Just concerned for you, that's all."
"I appreciate it, son, but I'm doing fine." Ron looked over the bulging bags of groceries. "Seems like you had a good haul."
"Just stocking up for the winter," said Sam. "Did you?"
"I had my nephew drive me down there a few days ago. I should be set."
Sam hoped so. Ron could be frugal to the point of near poverty. He hid it well, but he was too prideful to ask for handouts, despite being at the age where Sam felt he had earned a free ride. Ron had worked many hard years on dangerous construction projects for various city governments, including the long-running Water Tunnel #3 project in New York.
"I do admit, I like traveling to the pony sector," said Ron. "I breathe a little easier there. They even offered to put me up in their lands."
"Are you going to take them up on it?" Sam asked.
"Not likely," said Ron. "I'd only be a burden to them. They're so much into self-reliance, and I don't want to disrupt that."
Despite the old man's words, Sam swore he heard a bit of wistfulness. Pony transformation supposedly made a person healthier. Would it have cured Ron's heart and lungs? Would it have given him an easier life in his waning years? Even ponies were not young forever; they had a more or less normal human lifespan but aged more gracefully, making them seem as if they lived longer.
It wasn't like Ron would be compensating for his own mistakes. He had emphysema, but he had never smoked a cigarette his entire life. His lungs had been ravaged by poor ventilation and faulty safety equipment on one long term project. He had even won compensation as part of a class action lawsuit against the construction company.
"Everything okay, son?" Ron asked. "You seem upset."
Sam shook his head. "Just some of the stress getting to me. I should head inside."
Ron nodded. "I saw your brother Larry enter just an hour ago."
Sam smirked faintly. "Thanks for the warning."
He headed up to his apartment. Before opening the door, he could hear that the TV was tuned to a football game. Sam found his older brother seated on the sofa, his legs stretched out with his feet on the table. A beefier version of Sam, he had darker hair and more rounded features. His arms were thick with a combination of muscle and fat.
Larry grinned and lifted his can of beer in a salute. "Back with more pony food?"
Sam had given up trying to correct his brother. "Pony food" was a term more appropriate for items that ponies ate that humans would normally not, such as hay. People like Larry used it for anything the ponies provided. "Yeah, which I need to put away. I'll be making a salad with lunch. You're welcome to some of it."
Larry snorted and shook his head. "Naw, I'll stick to real food, thanks."
Sam just shrugged as he headed into the kitchen.
"Hey, bro, can you spot me some cash?" his brother called out from the living room.
Sam sighed. So that was the reason for Larry's visit. He had his own place, but often had trouble paying the utility bills despite government assistance.
Sam did not reply right away. He put everything into the fridge, grabbed a beer from the stash Larry had provided, and took a long drink before heading back into the living room. "You'd have more money if you did what I do."
"You mean take handouts from the ponies? Yep, that solves everything." He raised his hands and splayed his fingers. "Poof! All your problems gone. Magic!"
Sam glanced at his brother. Other than the fact that his dark blue eyes had edged very slightly towards cyan -- or that he could sometimes guess the temperature to within a degree of accuracy -- there was almost no way to tell he had once been partially transformed. He had been in Bev's exact position, even in the same camp, but where Beverly had become far too enamored of her pony friends, Larry had taken the decision to give up his mane, tail, and wings to be human again.
Larry lowered his arms. "Dude, I'm getting worried about you."
Sam shifted his eyes to the TV but watched without really paying attention. "I'm touched."
"No, I'm serious. You're getting too chummy with those ponies."
"Only so I have food on the table. Oh, and news flash, bro." He held up the can. "This isn't food."
Larry smirked. "Didn't see you passing it up when you had the chance."
"Only as compensation for everything I've already given you."
Larry's smirk faded. "You don't have to, you know."
"Yes, I do. You're family."
"Is that another pony-ism?"
"You need to stop putting that spin on everything I do or say," Sam snapped. "I've been concerned about family ever since we were kids. You remember those days, right? No, wait, you don't. You left."
Sam fumed into the ensuing uncomfortable silence. He had told himself he wouldn't throw that back in Larry's face again after all these years, but he was stressed to the breaking point.
"Not fair, dude," Larry deadpanned. "I had my reasons."
"Yes, which I've heard over and over again. Still doesn't change the fact that I was left to protect Bev all on my own."
"Which you did. I'm damn proud of you for that, even if she did flake out later."
"She doesn't need that sort of talk," Sam said. "The last thing she needs is to wind up in another toxic environment."
"What the hell are you talking about? You see her in the room?"
"Not yet."
Larry raised an eyebrow. "You heard from her?"
Sam hesitated. He had not wanted to discuss this until he had learned more, but his irritation at his brother had boiled over. "Yes. She's on her way to Denver."
Larry set down his beer. "Well, it's about time."
"Don't get any ideas," said Sam. "I don't think she's coming here to rehumanize."
"At least not until we talk some sense into her."
Sam had every intention of talking to Bev at great length in hopes of convincing her to rehumanize. Perhaps she really had decided to do it but wanted her brother around for support. Only then did he pick up on the key pronoun in Larry's statement. "Did you say 'we'?"
"Of course I did."
Sam shook his head. "No, I'll talk to her."
"It not like you can stop me. I'm her brother, too."
Sam clenched his teeth until the words "you had your chance to care about her" were no longer in danger of reaching his lips. "I've already been told that I have to go to her. I have no idea if she would ever want to come here."
"You have to find a way to get her to this side of town," said Larry.
"Why?"
"Because I have friends who can help convince her to rehumanize."
Sam frowned. "You don't mean those goons with Humanity First, do you?"
"Stop listening to pony propaganda," Larry said. "They're just an activist group."
"I don't want to get involved in politics, either."
"Dude, they cross party lines," said Larry. "Democrats, Republicans, Constitutionalists, Green Party, you name it. They all want the same thing: America for the humans."
"As much as I want Bev human again, I won't have her strong-armed into it."
"Again, that's just propaganda. Humanity First just wants human matters to be front and center. I mean, come on, we were here first, and we've been here for thousands of years. Millions if you count our cave man days. It makes sense that they want to see as many ponies and partials become human again."
Sam set down his beer and folded his arms. As much as he wanted help in making his sister see reason, he didn't want her to become a political chess piece; Humanity First tended to take each rehumanization as a triumph for their cause that they loudly proclaimed in the press. "Larry, I swear, this needs to be kept quiet."
Larry smiled. "So you'll do it? You'll get her to come here and let my friends talk to her?"
"Only on the condition that Bev doesn't get put in the public eye. She was always a private person to begin with, and I doubt she wants this to become a three-ring circus."
"That won't be a problem," said Larry.
Sam could not help but think something was fishy here. Until then, Larry had treated Bev as a lost cause, as if she simply had ceased to exist once Larry had rehumanized and did what Larry did best: get the hell out of Dodge with no regards to anyone else. "What's in this for you?"
"You really have to ask me that?"
"Yes."
Larry sighed. "Fine. I do get some compensation for helping them get more rehumanizations. Sort of like a finder's fee."
"Yeah, that's the Larry I know," Sam said in a sour voice. "She's a meal ticket for you."
"Look, can you blame me? I'm not the only one in this room living hand to mouth."
Sam wanted to claim that he at least was doing some sort of work to earn what he got from the ponies, but that would just lead to another drinking-the-pony-kool-aide argument.
"She's my sister, okay?" Larry said. "Fine, you want me to admit I didn't do shit to protect her against our old man? Okay, you win. I admit it. Happy, now? Maybe this is my way to make up for it."
Sam remained silent, his mind and his stomach churning.
"She needs to be human," Larry said. "What other choice does she have? No one in their right mind is going to let that transformation spell back on American soil. She's not going to get to be full pony no matter how much she may pine for it."
"You seem to have a lot of insights into someone you haven't seen in a long while," said Sam.
"I remember some of the stuff she talked about when we were in the camp, and I can take some guesses from there," said Larry. "So what about it? Can I tell my friends to start planning for this?"
Sam paused for a long moment before finally saying, "All right, go ahead."
"I need an assessment from you, Matt," said Wendy Rock on the other end of the phone. "How long can we keep things under wraps?"
Matthew leaned back in his seat. "We're well beyond that now, Wendy. They've already requested a press conference ASAP."
"A press conference? You're not going to allow it, are you?"
"That's ultimately up to you," said Matthew. "I would recommend granting the request."
"You cannot be serious."
"I feel we have little choice in the matter. Until matters change, they are to be considered guests and diplomats."
"Do not use the word 'diplomat' outside of private correspondence," Wendy admonished. "That term carries far too many implications."
"Wendy, we've known each other for years," said Matthew in a voice of forced patience. "You helped get me this position. You know I don't just shoot my mouth off to anyone who would listen."
Matthew frowned as that statement reminded him of what had put him in a testy mood. He didn't need any more loose cannons in his network, and yet they continued to pop up. He would have a choice word or two to say to his senator friend when the man deigned to return his call.
"We're in a very delicate position right now, and my meeting with Princess Twilight made it all the more precarious," said Wendy.
"The scuttlebutt is that she put you on a deadline."
"She put all of us on a deadline. Come hell or high water, you're going to have that alicorn as a guest come Monday."
"All the more reason to tread lightly," said Matthew. "Give them what they want for now. Let them say their piece."
"We don't need even more sympathy drummed up for them. It makes my job a lot harder."
Matthew had known Wendy long enough to understand she was not just referring to rehumanization. Like him, she understood there were far bigger implications than whether or not another tiny handful of ponies came to their senses and rehumanized. "Yes, but the last thing we need is an angry Equestrian princess on our hands. Which is exactly what we will have if we treat our guests like prisoners."
"I wasn't advocating that you do, just perhaps drag your feet a bit on giving them access to the media. Maybe you could cite security concerns."
Matthew's lips curled into a tight smile. "I would, but our head of security is simply too good at her job. She also has a great deal of pride, and I would rather not risk damaging it, not when I may need her help for other operations."
Matthew had long since realized that his best plans were only as good as the people around him who -- either knowingly or not -- assisted in reaching his goals. Tonya was his best in that regard, and he had no intent on jeopardizing that.
"Matt, I need to make something very clear to you," said Wendy in a somber voice. "I've spoken with some other officials in strict confidence. We believe Princess Celestia may be about to renege on her promise not to tread on American sovereignty."
"And why is this a surprise to you?" said Matthew.
"But they've adhered strictly to the treaty until now."
"Because until now they didn't have what they wanted, which is the majority of American ponies rising up in revolt. Maybe it isn't the kind of revolution with weapons and warfare, but it's a revolt nonetheless."
Wendy remained silent.
"This is what I had warned against from the start," Matthew said. "I knew this would happen the moment we passed that Homestead Act that gained so much praise from Equestria. It was what led us to this point, giving those ponies a sense of entitlement that they otherwise--"
"Enough," Wendy snapped. "You've made your point."
"I hope so. I get tired of repeating myself."
"The problem is, we don't have much leverage right now, and we don't have the time to gain any."
"Don't count us out just yet," said Matthew.
"I really shouldn't ask, but does this have anything to do with these 'special projects' you've been working on?" Wendy asked.
"They do, and any one of them may bear some fruit rather soon." So long as there are no more screw-ups like the other day, he added in his head.
"I'd ask for the details, but--"
"But you require plausible deniability."
"Yes," said Wendy. "You're already exercising far more leeway than is usually granted to a recovery area director, and people are starting to notice."
"All the more reason for me to make nice with the Pony Council," said Matthew. "At least until you can go back to what you were supposed to be doing in making people not notice."
"Give me a break," Wendy said in a testy voice. "I'm juggling multiple balls right now."
The phone chimed. "One moment." He tapped a button. "Yes, Kelsey?"
"I have Senator Maxton on the line, sir," said Kelsey.
"I'll be right with him." Matthew switched back to the first line. "Wendy, I have to go, I have a call coming in I've been expecting. I need a decision from you."
Wendy sighed. "All right, fine, let them have their press conference. I'll likely be up all night doing damage control, but so be it."
The call ended abruptly, and Matthew switched to the other call. "John?"
"Yes, hello, Matt," said Colorado Senator John Maxton. "I've been meaning to return your call but--"
"John, your man Ryan is an idiot," Matthew declared.
John paused. "Now wait a minute, he's not--"
"The one day he decides to go into the pony community in Denver and start his pro-human pontificating, and who is the person he happens to pick as his sounding board? The goddamn mayor of Greenwood Village."
"Now see here--"
"Seriously, is he trying to get himself noticed by my office?" Matthew said. "Because he's doing a damn fine job of it."
"All right, that's enough," said John, his western drawl more pronounced when he was upset. "First of all, he's not 'my' man in any sense of the word."
"Your organization seems to find him useful."
"Only in a very peripheral fashion," said John. "He is not a formal member of Humanity First. Not considering his questionable associations."
"You can drop the act, John, no one is listening in on this line."
"Have you seen the news lately?" John said. "The Pony Council is all anyone can talk about. All the polling shows a lot of sympathy for the ponies."
"I don't give a damn about polls," Matthew declared. "Sometimes humans can be as bad as ponies when it comes to a herd mentality. Public opinion is volatile and ephemeral. It will pass. Now what I need to know from you is this: can Ryan be counted on to pull through when needed?"
John let out a windy sigh. "I don't know."
"Find out, and soon."
"Only if you can keep the heat off me," said John in a low voice. "Your service has its agents poking around all over the human sector of Denver. They know something is up."
Matthew knew John was exaggerating, like a typical politician. Heller and his pony sidekick were the only ones actively investigating. He had made sure not to give them any more resources other than what could be put towards apprehending the fugitive Partial, and he made it quite clear what he considered their priorities to be.
"Level with me, Matt," said John in a slightly nervous voice. "Does the FBI have anything on Humanity First? Or me?"
"I can't comment on an ongoing investigation," said Matthew in a neutral voice.
"Oh, blast that! What did you just say about this being a private conversation?"
The last thing Matthew needed was John getting cold feet. Telling him that a solid case had been brought against the organization would not help. He could at least assuage some fears. "I can safely say your name has not come up."
"Well, at least that's a relief."
"The only thing that's going to bring any sort of relief is opening people's eyes to the danger of giving ponies any more leeway than they already have," said Matthew. "We need something to show that their message of friendship and harmony is not sufficient to eliminate all suspicion of their motivations."
"You don't need to go any further than hearing a typical Shimmerist spout off about the evils of humanity," John said in a sour voice.
The irony of the situation was something that Matthew would not give voice to. In Matthew's opinion, the Shimmerists were the most human of the transformed; to vilify those who do not follow your own culture was something humanity had been doing for millennia before the Shimmerists put their own spin on it.
"It goes beyond the Shimmerists," said Matthew. "If ponies ever were to run their own affairs apart from humanity, they will ultimately start competing with humans for land and resources. They want more powerful magic, something we can't directly match right now."
"You don't have to tell me this," said John in a tired voice. "It's part of Humanity First's platform. Magic does not belong in this world. It can only cause this planet more harm than good. Hell, we even have some environmentalists in the organization who are concerned about what havoc pony magic could do. Maybe we don't see it quite in terms of competition--"
"You should," Matthew said. "Right now, humans have the edge. If pressed, we can protect ourselves with weapons of war that ponies cannot match. That situation could change, and then what? Use those weapons pre-emptively and initiate a bloody conflict no one wants, or just let pony society steamroll over humanity? I want to avoid anyone having to make that decision."
"As much as I want to see the use of magic limited, is it really as dire as you seem to think it is?" John asked. "Even Equestria has claimed that magic has its own inherent limitations."
"How much can we believe what they're telling us? We have no means to verify what they're saying. For all we know, they could have the magical equivalent of nuclear arms."
"You can't tell me that some progress hasn't been made," John said. "I've heard the scuttlebutt going around the inner circles in Washington. Secret labs they've furnished to certain unicorns, and one of them a goddamn Shimmerist no less! What the hell were they thinking?!"
Matthew knew of the particular unicorn to which John had referred: a pony named Sunset Blessing who had combined her Christian upbringing with her transformation and started preaching about how it was God's gift to humanity. "Like Ryan, Miss Blessing serves a purpose. She understands the need to keep powerful magic out of the control of those who would misuse it."
"And yet she still promulgates the same bullshit the Shimmerists do, that the Earth should become one big happy pony commune."
"We're getting off topic," Matthew said.
"Has anyone actually figured out how magic works?" John asked.
Matthew wished his senator friend realized who was really in control, normal protocols be damned. Not to mention he was venturing into territory Matthew wanted to keep under wraps for now.
Also, the irony did not escape him that one of the more prominent members of Humanity First could talk out of both sides of his mouth, condemning magic in one and wanting it in the other. "Not yet, but there are some theories. Again, that's not the topic of our discussion. I need you to exercise better control over Ryan, at least until he's served his purpose."
"I'm not his keeper, but I'll do what I can," said John.
"See that you do. The situation is already precarious enough. Do you at least have plans in place at your end?"
"Yes, my organization has submitted the paperwork for the permit earlier today," said John.
"Hopefully thanks to Ryan's screw up it won't be rejected," Matthew grumbled.
"They wouldn't dare, not with the mayor under the microscope for her obvious pro-pony sentiments," said John. "We have lawyers ready to scream First Amendment violation."
"You better be right," said Matthew. "I don't want this operation to fail."
Connie dashed into her office not five minutes ahead of her appointment. She had not hesitated in her pledge to contact the FBI, having called them while still traveling between appearances at other companies in Village Center. They had promptly insisted on a face-to-face meeting later that morning, forcing her to scramble to rearrange her schedule.
As soon as she dropped hard into her chair behind her desk, she saw she had a missed call. She picked up the phone and dialed back.
"Greenwood Village City clerk's office," a familiar female voice answered.
"Emily, this is Connie, what's up?" Connie said.
"Hey, Connie, thanks for the call-back," said Emily. "Wanted to run this by you before I decided to approve it."
"What is it?"
"Permit application for a rally to be held by Humanity First."
Connie sighed. As much as she loathed that organization, they had the same right to free speech as anyone else. While local governments in the United States had the legal right to require permits for such things, the circumstances under which they could be rejected was extremely narrow. Generally, only a clear danger of violence was sufficient cause.
"Well, it's not the first time they've held a rally in Greenwood Village," said Connie. "They've always been peaceful affairs. Any idea who'll be speaking?"
"Senator John Maxton is the one running the rally."
Connie rolled her eyes. He was the most bombastic of the lot, but that was not sufficient reason to deny it. "I don't see any reason to reject it."
"Well, there is one detail you might want to know," said Emily. "The when and where."
"Oh?"
"The when is this coming Monday. The where is Village Center."
Connie frowned. "Near the Magiccraft Fair?"
"We mentioned that to him," said Emily. "We strongly suggested he pick a different time or a different place. His office's response was that they considered the Fair to be the equivalent of a rally for the pony right to use magic, thus his would be a constitutionally protected counter-rally."
Connie covered her eyes with her hand and leaned back in her seat. "There's no way a simple fair can be considered a political message. He's really stretching things to get what he wants."
"You do have the option to reject it on the basis of security issues."
A knock came at the door. "One moment, Emily." Connie lowered the receiver. "Yes?"
The door opened slightly, and a man in a suit peeked inside. He flipped open his wallet and revealed an FBI badge.
Connie nodded and gestured for him to come inside. "I'll be with you in a moment." She raised the receiver as the man took a seat. "Sorry, my appointment just arrived. Yes, I could reject it at the risk of the political fallout it will cause. I'll be seen as trying to silence the human side of the debate."
"I don't envy you," said Emily. "If we go strictly by the book, we would approve the permit with the provision that we step up police presence at both events."
"We'll just have to go with that," said Connie. "I'm disappointed that they chose to spoil what could have been a nice event designed to show people that they don't have to fear magic."
"Okay, I'll get it approved, and I'll notify the Greenwood Village PD," said Emily.
"Thank you. Let me know if there's any complications." Connie hung up and turned to the agent. "Apologies, it's been a busy day."
"I understand." The man held out his hand. "Agent Anthony Heller."
Connie shook the man's hand. "Do I know you? Your name sounds familiar."
"I was in charge of the FBI investigation during the ETS crisis," said Anthony. "Your office was likely contacted by mine at some point."
"Yes, that must be it." Connie tilted her head. "Is this threat so dire that it's brought you into it?"
"Ah, let's just say I decided to take a different career path after the crisis. I run only the northwest Denver office at the moment, by my own request."
Connie could understand that. Before ETS, she had the opportunity to run for the state senate but had turned it down. She preferred to continue working at the local level despite the lesser prestige.
Well, lesser at least until recently when it seemed like her little burg showed up in the news more recently. Even the national news sometimes mentioned events in Greenwood Village. Likely the reason Humanity First chose to share some of that limelight.
"In either case, we take all threats seriously," said Anthony. "My office was informed that you may have met a person of interest in several FRD-related activities."
"We talked only for a few minutes," said Connie. "Enough to realize he was rather adamant in his pro-human stance."
"Did you get his name?"
"Ryan," said Connie. "He didn't give his last name."
"What specifically did he talk to you about?"
Connie recounted to him as many details of the conversation that she could remember.
Anthony dutifully made notes as she spoke. "So no overt threats were made, or anything indicating he had some sort of purpose or action in mind?"
"Not that I could tell," said Connie. "Though I didn't care for his parting words."
"How did you feel through the conversation?"
Connie thought that was an odd question. Most of her experience with law enforcement suggested they were more interested in hard facts rather than emotional impressions. "I can't say it was pleasant," she said in a low voice.
Anthony leaned forward slightly. "I know this is an unusual line of questioning, so please bear with me. Can you recall exactly how you felt around him?"
Connie looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'm not sure I felt much of anything, other than distaste for his stance."
"Are you quite sure?"
"Yes, I'm ... well ..." She shivered slightly. "Maybe I was wary, but not until my daughter showed up. She's a pony, so naturally I was protective of her."
"And you said your daughter's teacher ..." Anthony consulted his notes. "... Peach Blossom also expressed some anxiety."
"Yes, but she said he's harassed ponies before."
Anthony nodded. "So you said there was no overt threat, yet you felt wary. So no action he took made you believe there was a physical threat?"
Connie thought back to that part of the encounter, and she shivered again. Had the man spooked her more than she had thought? She and her family received the occasional death threat from anti-pony people, and it had never sent such a chill though her as recalling Ryan did. "No, not really, not until his final words."
"And did the effect linger?"
She recalled how she had needed some comfort that night from her husband, or even her reactions now. "Yes, it did. May I ask where you are going with this?"
"It would be hard to explain," said Anthony. "I'm working on a hunch that my partner had after he spoke with Councilman Miller. Some of the details are sensitive due to this being an ongoing investigation." He flipped back in his notes. "I understand you have a pony event scheduled for this coming Monday at Village Center."
"Yes, and now that you reminded me about that, I did see Ryan looking at a poster for it."
"What security do you have planned for the event?" Anthony asked.
"The normal routine," said Connie. "Obvious police presence to maintain order, and the pony sheriff's office in the First District will be sending some of their officers as well. I should also note something else. Just before you arrived, I was informed Humanity First will be holding a rally on the same day near the same location."
Anthony's eyebrows rose. "Was that what you were on the phone about?"
"Yes," said Connie. "Should we refuse the permit?"
"Legally, I have no grounds by which to advise you on that," said Anthony. "And we haven't identified any one particular event as a possible target. I'll be contacting my superiors and see if we can arrange for some agents to be present at both events."
Connie nodded slowly. Despite Anthony playing his cards close to the vest, she could tell something was up, and it had to do with that organization. She couldn't recall a time when a Humanity First rally ended in violence that was not instigated by some outside group, and she sincerely doubted the ponies of Greenwood Village would furnish a provocation.
"Can you give me the bottom line?" Connie asked. "What kind of danger are we looking at? Enough that we should consider rescheduling the Fair?"
Anthony put his note pad away. "That's always a tough call. Sometimes delaying an event gives the bureau more time to root out a threat, sometimes it just scares them off and we get nothing. Where we currently have nothing pointing to a specific time and place, all I can say is, use your judgment." He stood. "On that note, it would be best to share this information only with trusted staff. Naturally I can't require you not to tell the media about this, but I would advise against it."
Connie nodded. "I understand. There's no point in creating a panic."
"Just keep your eyes and ears open," said Anthony. He handed her a card. "This has my direct cell number. Don't hesitate to call me if something comes up."
"I won't, thank you," said Connie.
They shook hands, and Anthony let himself out.
Connie took a deep breath and let it go. Her motherly instincts wanted her to cancel the Fair, but on the basis of what? The threat was vague at best. Yet the timing of the Humanity First rally was suspicious, and she wondered if the FBI thought so as well.
She had to let the Fair continue. To her, it was another step towards acceptance of ponies in human society. To cancel it would be giving into those who just wanted the problem to go away in the worst possible way.
Nice to see a human side of things, albiet less pleasant. Could have more reasons for their side under their belt.
Nice to see Anthony again. Not so nice to see Ryan. At this point, I feel like I'm watching a train wreck in slow motion. I know this is going to blow up in some horrible way, but I can't look away. All I can do is hope for a semi-happy resolution.
Reading about how the US government is trying to keep the ponies under control by limiting their knowledge of advanced magic made me realise just how unstable that policy was. The only reason the Equestrians aren't teaching advanced magic in the US is because the US government specifically asked them not to. But what about all the other countries in the world? Surely not all of them will adopt the same anti magic stance as the US government. What's to stop the government of Switzerland, or China, or Cuba from requesting their ponies get advanced training?
Given the author's focus on the US, we know little about what's going on in the rest of the world. But I think it's plausible that the Chinese, for example, might be handling the pony transformation more sensibly than the US. According to the first story, about a hundred million Chinese transformed, out of a population of almost one and a half billion. So unlike in the US where a quarter of the population changed, only about 1 in 15 Chinese are now ponies. There are already 53 official nationalities in China, so the Chinese government is used to the idea of handling specific ethnic groups differently. The pony desire for a much more egalitarian society is more consistent with official Chinese socialist ideology than it is with official US capitalist ideology. From the Chinese perspective, the Chinese ponies are more like Maoists.
Ahhh, so that's Matthew's angle. He's convinced that this is an attempt of Equestria to conquer earth, or at least get a powerful political foothold, and he is looking for the answers that support his conviction rather than looking at all the facts to the point where he wants to push the transformed -and by extension, Equestria- into taking action.
Worrying. Very much so. That kind of manipulation of the masses can get out of control really fast. And those genies are rarely put back into their bottles easily.
Especially since it's not entirely wrong, even if Equestria's motivations are different than what he's thinking.
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I can tell you that we Dutch would be all over that. We already have one of -if not the- best agricultural research centres in the form of the University of Wageningen, which specializes entirely on agriculture. The people there would be salivating over the potential of earth pony magic to agriculture alone to revolutionize agriculture, nevermind pegasi weather control and unicorn's sheer mind boggling versatility.
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That's why they have those secret research facilities. They know that other countries are going to be trying to develop it and despite wanting to assert control over ponies' use of magic they are very much aware they can't stand still on learning every bit of magic they can.
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I am reminded of a line from the movie Thirteen Days: "Appeasement only makes the aggressor more aggressive." No doubt a lot of the human factions worry that granting ponies increased sovereignty will only strengthen them and encourage them all the more to make separatist movements in the future. And.... that may not be entirely wrong.
I'm really enjoying the nuance, moral ambiguity, and conflicting loyalties in this story. Every faction comes off as fairly relatable and understandable in their motivations. The idea of the hardcore humanists working openly with a Shimmerist actually makes total sense to me, in particular. Idealogies aside, this Shimmerist is espousing a particular value they agree with. Politics make for strange bedfellows.
Basically? This story is what I always hoped the Conversion Bureau universe COULD have been. Bravo. I continue to be riveted.
EDIT: Also, as a not-serious side note, I can imagine nothing more hilarious than a Shimmerist and a Humanity First advocate developing a romantic relationship based entirely on their shared mutual hatred of unauthorized / dangerous use of magic.
Honestly, any marked unicorn ready and willing to accept a federal position, especially when they have the same name they always had is a footing they should, and have, take/n full advantage of. As much as I hate all forms of politics, I agree with them on this, for the sake of study more than anything. If ponies get a foothold, nothing human individuals nor governments can do will counter whatever they have in mind, Having a few on their side (and they do seem mostly loyal) is essential. They have an inherent advantage, and for now humanity is still dominant, but it may not be for much longer, and the radicals would see to it they further segregate, and even revive ETS.
The Equestrians, even those with self interests don’t like it either, and would sense something’s not right with ETS victims. As readers and staff, we know Celestia, and most in cahoots with her are on the up and up, but the feds have no choice but to take their word for it, and we know how reliable that can be. As much as tales like this try to use culture shock to drive their plots, following the shows’ canon, the differences between Eques and Earth grow ever scarcer as the program goes on, and it gets harder to buy fics like this without pretending the early series is all there is with exceptions. Aside from CMs and infrastructure favored by pegasi, the series does less and less to make itself unique, and does less of what the first season did to keep things original. So tales like this need to play loose canon to work, and Tia has to be less powerful, and have more susceptibility to keep things engaging unless you use gags.
I can’t blame what would be a shady man for being on the edge, and I can’t blame a volunteer for trying to do something right, even if unofficially employed by the local government for his playing. What we’ve seen, they both have a conscience and I can’t hate them, even if they act as antagonists.
2. The term “environmentalist” was used. This means something different to me than it does to most. I identify as one, but I don’t join rallies or attend events. I simply use yard space for vegetables rather than useless grass, buy what I need, and go out on grounds of necessity. Small household things that save money that reduce consumption overall, like not going anyplace that requires leaving town, walking, using burlap bags, and drinking municipal water. Things that anyone can do, and encouraging one’s neighbors to do them, and not turn to the government for regulations.
3. Which brings me to this: Increasing crops yields for nearly nothing could do away with need for capitalism, and bartering is something that captures my attention when it shows up, and has me firmly clasped by the neck. No system is perfect, but incurring debt and feeding a system that needs it to thrive is not sustainable. There are definite benefits to both sides of the coin, and I dislike both groups immensely. I’d trust neither.
4. Also, both would be put for a spin if humans developed their own inherent magic, and not just being consistently healthy because of it. Active rather than passive magic. If a race of humans with wings on their back evolved from regular ones, would the ponies be so high and mighty? If Anthony developed psychokinesis, the power to make things happen with his mind, that would throw a wrench in both parties’ mindset, or require them to lock him up and keep him hidden to keep their agenda going. That’s providing anyone could even capture him, and he hadn’t become like a deity. If anyone deserves this, he does. He has shown himself to be less anger prone than everyone else, and more inclined to do what benefits all or most, accepting acceptable losses. He is less sleazy and immoral to actively or passively cause needless misery for his own gain, and seems most to want a mutual relationship from what I have seen.
5. I have also thought about those human guises. Those are a thing. I am sure there are ponies well aware that they will never be human and accept themselves as ponies who nonetheless desire those human facades like no one’s business. One’s who will go out of their way to beg, borrow or steal to get access to them. Ones who hate the fact they narrowly missed what they tried to get, and given the chance would spend loads of time with their human disguises up. I know they can’t spend all of their time in them, but they can spend at best a quarter of them looking like a human while showing their true selves the other three. This would definitely suit Remedy’s father and Robert, who would no doubt use the guise often and frequently, then let it rest should it become taxing till they can try it again. Allow it to wear off when it does. If Sunset Shimmer can spend so much of her time in a human disguise, the odd pony who doesn’t mind hiding their true selves, or revisiting shouldn’t be stopped. This theme has been used in a number of tales by you-know-which author I like a lot, plus a few extras on the side. He’s given us Alex, Jacob, Chance, Jacqueline, Ezri, and Harlequin, all of whom spend most of their time knowingly in a facade, but learned to accept who and what they really are. The same goes for TD Powell. While that latter is used for comedy, and the former for the sake of plot, this here’s one place where it’s not necessary, but it would have the most organic and natural reason for being there. Maybe Remedy’s father won’t play a big role in the story’s major events, but as an individual, he has the most to gain from accepting he;s always going to be a pony, but still have access to such a guise, and use it when he feels like it. The same goes for Robert.
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You live in a very different place than I do, if growing vegetables in your yard is anything other than an open invitation for deer, rabbits, and bugs to eat every last scrap of them before you can so much as blink.
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My take on canon when writing is to stick to it where it makes sense to do so. Writing a story set in the real world requires some judicious selection. For example, magic in the show doesn't appear to really obey a set of rules. It's more whatever the writer happens to want it to do, as the structure of magic is not what the show is about.
Even the simple act of excluding the Equestria Girls universe is a departure from canon, since the writers have made it clear that the Equestria Girls stories are in fact canon. Departure from canon is okay (in my view) so long as it serves a specific purpose in the story and is not just for the sake of doing something different. I realize there are readers who disagree with this approach, but it's what helped make this story work.
Personally, I hope Bev can be privately rehumanized with little fanfare.
"Yet there were little things -- and no so little" Did you mean "not so little"?
"he always thought his taxes too damn high" This could work without the "were", but it sounds a little bit better, in my opinion, with the "were".
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The greatest irony is that it's the government restrictions that have led to the creation of this Pony Council, as the ponies have the feeling that their concerns aren't being heard and their wishes not respected. As Twilight aptly pointed out, by placing them in their own designated lands, America is already treating ponies as a people apart. Yet it still demands they are American citizens and must follow all laws, rules and protocol of such.
Right now ponies are in the worst possible position: They're treated as a people apart or American citizens depending on the way the winds are blowing by a lot of people in charge. Some who lean more to the citizen side, some more on the people apart side, but all things together it makes for a really big mess of rights and privileges.
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Eh, hardly. We here in the Netherlands make a point of studying methods to dramatically increase crop yields, to the point that our teeny-tiny nation is one of the lead food exporters in the world (seriously, we're second only to America). Our methods of increasing crop yields have only benefited us economically. It just takes someone to properly manage and market the produce. Sure, ponies may be willing to barter rather than trade with money, but pony run farms can't put produce in supermarkets. That requires human infrastructure, which gets the economic ball rolling.
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Why? Beverly has made it very clear she doesn't want to rehumanize. Given her painful childhood experiences, it wouldn't surprise me if she'd wished she was something other than human even before pony transformations began. She may have become an electronics engineer in part because she was more comfortable with machines than she was with humans. So why do you think her deadbeat brother Larry, who is presented as almost a complete jerk, knows what's better for Beverly than she does?
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She can't go fully pony and she has a hobbled physical existence. And Sam would care for her more than Larry.
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Once again, we come to yet another argument we are never going to agree on. My stance is, the invention of money only made greed more prevalent, and created an unsustainable system, one that requires making inflation.
Besides all of that, it increases inter-reliance as opposed to self reliance. No being can be entirely self sufficient, but if we all had potted plants, or used yards to our advantage, everyone could have their own vegetables, and not have to buy them quite as often from the grocer. Ecology and economics are incompatible.
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First of all, Beverly knows she can't currently change into a pony, but still prefers being in a halfpony state to being human. Doesn't that say something about how abhorrent she finds the idea of being human? And second, how likely is it that it will forever be impossible for more humans to become ponies? Sure, the US government would hate the idea of the Equestrians making the spell available to humans who wanted to change, but if the Equestrians do decide to intervene more decisively in Earthly politics, it's likely they would consider giving humans who really wanted to change the option to do so. And even if the Equestrians don't make the spell available, there are millions of ponies on Earth who wish more humans had become ponies. How long will it be until one of them gets a cutie mark that helps them change humans into ponies?
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I'm siding with Sam completely on this. I don't care much for Larry, though. Sam has the right idea.
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The first error I already corrected. Another reader sent me a PM with that one.
Fixed the second error as well. Thanks!
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Would you prefer I send you corrections via PM from now on?
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Teeny tiny nation of the Netherlands. Second largest food exporter in the world. I'd say ecology and economics are perfectly compatible, given that we're actually doing just that.
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Frankly Beverly is a case to make that some partials need to be allowed to finish the transformation. Nobody wants to say that out loud or admit it, since doing so opens a can of worms in regards to transforming other humans, but that doesn't make the case go away.
Beverly is not fully transformed. She is not brainwashed. The mental incompetence argument, while valid on the other transformed, does not apply to her. She is in full control of her mind and can make the choice.
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Sam's a lot more sympathetic a character than Larry, but this chapter raises some doubt in my mind as to how well Sam understands Beverly. How do you think Beverly is going to react to Sam's letting Larry bring in his Humanity First friends? Especially since Larry is mainly helping to force her to go through this ordeal in order to get paid? If Sam had any chance of persuading Beverly to rehumanize. I think it ended the second he agreed to let Larry allow Humanity First to get involved in her life. She's likely to regard this as a deep personal betrayal.
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Doesn't really matter to me. Either way is fine.
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And if domestic produce were the thing the world over, that’d be even better ecologically, even though economically it would not make sense any longer to import nor export, save things that require extremely specific environments to grow in, and different kinds of greenhouses become ever more feasible.
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Just a random thought. I can think of another reason to push for her to be a pony. She clearly has strong magic and if Jenny is any indication if the magic is strong enough it won't go away with rehumanization. On terms of just national security it is probably best that they don't have humans that are capable of strong magic running around and it be better they were just ponies instead. They just don't seem to have proper control of it as humans and even if they can control it the fact that no one is actively on a lookout for a human doing magic leads to many more opportunities for abuse of magic.
It occurred to me reading this that Sunrise Storm kind of indirectly made this whole situation worse. S. Blessing tried to get her to take control of the Shimmerists and we know that Blessing was trying to do it on the government's behalf. So when Sunny said no she basically told the government that the Shimmerists would still be a threat and that Sunny wasn't going to help them keep order. She had a chance to slow escalations and she blew it.
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Blessing was a bit sneakier than that. From what I read she wasn't seeking to hand the reins of the Shimmerists over to Sunny, she was looking for endorsement. Sunny knew Sunset Shimmer -or at least one of her aliases- personally, and is a pony of great influence. Any form of endorsement from her would be a massive boon to the Shimmerists.
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The government's stance on humans with magic is arguably even more shady than their stance on ponies practising magic. They're being very hush hush about it, and unlike their stance on ponies none of it is being backed by legal agreements.
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I can speak to her intentions. It is kind of a mixed bag. Blessing recognized that the more radical Shimmerists were a threat to her long term vision and saw Sunny as a pony the Shimmerists would listen to. She didn't really care if Sunny was a Shimmerist herself. Getting Sunny to take advantage of how the Shimmerists showed awe of her would have simultaneously added a moderating force to the radical Shimmerists and given endorsement to moderate Shimmerist beliefs as well as making Blessing look good for the government. So it is kind of both of these.
Of course there is the matter of whether or not Sunny would actually be able to moderate them. That's kind of debatable.
Wow, a pretty much all human chapter. Made me notice the ponies a lot more. Stuff that stood out to me for no good reason.
1. Beansprout is just too sickeningly sweet for a stallion. This is going to sound like an endorsement of toxic masculinity but I honestly pictured a mare instead of a stallion based on his dialogue.
2. Senator, at this point I trust the Shimmerist running the secret lab more than I trust you.
3. Cable TV man wants to market to ponies...don't they need to actually use TVs for that to work?
4. Is Wildy a Shimmerist? She is definitely a separatist from the sounds of it at least.
5. We have Anthony investigating asking questions about people feeling uneasy for no good reason. Is there another pony around like Remedy or Tonya (pegasus Tonya) that messes with pony's heads? If there are two of them in one town there has to be more that can do that right? Why would a pony like that be working with the humans against ponies? Or is that pony just trying to scare people that Ryan talks to so they don't listen to him?
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For #4 I’ve actually brought this up in a comment a few chapters ago. At the end of the first story it is stated that humanity was not far of from its own magical awakening. The only question now is how had that process been changed for humanities advantage. If humans develop magic themselves, how will the pony societies and Equestria react. That notion offers a lot of potential down the road which I look forward to seeing if anything comes from it.
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We know some former ponies, like Jenny, retain much of their magic after they rehumanize. So I would guess that Ryan might be a former pony who retains a talent for generating fear. I speculated before that Matthew of the FBI might be planning to try to cause the Unicorns at the Magicraft Fair to panic by firing off fireworks without warning, in order to get an excuse to arrest them all. If Ryan can generate intense fear at will, that plan suddenly looks much more plausible.
at first i was not going to comment on this chapter-----------but the more i think about it.
yes this is a grate chapter and it really shows just how hard different parts of the government and really close to making a enemy of he pony's,
now normally this would not be a bade thing it is all words but if they start hurting pony's and Twilight hears of it and gets a message to the other princesses well they will not stand for pony's being hurt and if it comes to push agents shove and knowing Twilight she can simply turn ETS back on and sit back and watch.
i personally think that is what needs to happen.
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Well, conditions south of the US border are probably not great for ponies. Nothing would have changed the problems with drug lords so you could just imagine what drug lords would want to do with earth ponies. That would probably spur more illegal immigration into the US to escape that. Canada would maybe take them but not sure how the ponies would do with crops in the much shorter growing seasons which may discourage migration there. Anything overseas requires them to buy plane tickets which they have no money for, unless they are eastern or southern ponies who don't feel the same pinch from the government and are still loyal as a result. Plus they seem rather possessive of the land their on.
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Yeah mexico must be really bad now even worse then our own universe He’ll earh only magic pro am u makes the weed and such stronger. Sure they want no money or such but that drug lord or what notcwould still try abs take most of the food
It’s still programming what sunset did. If you were human PC and suddenly your changed to a IOS. You would be a different person
These earthling ponies should hear about bridle way and such abs how you don’t have to be s farmer. Cheerilee , rarity , coca , sapphire Shores , all names that don’t directly describe them
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If we are talking about what's happening south of the US border (aka Mexico and Central America), it all depends on how bad ETS hits there. Speaking from a purely Mexican perspective:
If ETS somehow managed to get into Mexico City during the early days of the outbreak, then I can guarantee you that at least a quarter of the population of the whole country would have been turned into ponies.
Mexico City and the surrounding states (in the more urban parts of those states, at least) have a high population density, and while there is, on paper, universal healthcare, even on good times our institutions struggle to serve the population, let alone on an all out pandemic. And while quarantines and other such measures would be implemented as soon as that influenza outbreak starts spreading fast, I don't think that would be enough to prevent lots of people in central Mexico and maybe the south from getting infected; not just because of the population density, the poverty and such, but also because we know the ETS influenza virus was very infectious, being immune to regular disinfection measures, and even spreading from peoples' hair.
Sorry for the rant; my point with all of this, is that the population of ponies in several parts of Mexico could outnumber those of humans by a lot, and with so many pony communities around here, the transformed wouldn't have much of a need to migrate to another country, as they could just go to those communities and live together (strength in numbers). This would dissuade any remaining crime lord from trying anything funny, and thanks to Sunset Shimmers' spell & vision, its unlikely that the transformed would be keen on returning to the human habits of drug consumption and production, let alone things like human trafficking; though of course, this assumes that Sunset's vision reaches them, in Spanish, and has the same powerful effect as it did in the US.
Granted, that would probably be only the case in central Mexico, and other densely populated centers nearby, not so much in the southern parts of the country and Central America, and I'd imagine it would be even less so in northern Mexico, as the population is less numerous there, and not as densely packed as say, Mexico City, or Cuernavaca for instance.
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Nice to see a Mexican perspective. ASGeek2012 would have to confirm but my thoughts are it didn't start to really spread in Mexico until late into the epidemic. With the north and a few of the coastal tourist cities showing higher percentage rates of infection than other areas. I would put the central and southern more on the level with the eastern US. If it had another few days it would have enveloped the country, but it was slowed through quarantine and travel restrictions with Mexico City effectively going into lockdown.
I would guess they would be dealing with a larger amount of partials than the US would be six months after.
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Ponies as they stand supposedly still are citizens with FULL access to resources they used to have. Amassing resources to major move operation should be more than easy even before counting in resources which can be drawn from other sources. I am sure any nation which would be seeking to consolidate this new resource would be more than eager to loan some of their national hailing equipment, be it air or sea ones. Only real way for them NOT to have resources would be if Government had confiscated and or frozen all their assets and that is not something that could be done to citizens even in the US easily, and as their freedom of motion goes that is something that cannot truly be taken away.
But anyway my point was, ponies have a LOT of places to go, and i am not sure why they would be possessive of land they are right now, what is binding them to it. They have gone through massive change this could easily be made to a clean break, it is nothing like any real life analogue relating to reservations might be.
Also, the politics in southern boarder of US might be really interesting, but then again not sure if the scope of the story aims to that direction. Then again ponies being smart and leaving oppressive area and or nation might not make a good story either.
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Their previously owned resources are kind of a weird grey area. One that I am actually working on over in the other story. There are a lot of weird legalisms with abandoned property laws in place here. A great number of these ponies likely had mortgages which are almost certainly in default now and any unclaimed property on the premises can be claimed by the bank. The same goes for abandoned apartments leases and so on. Those that actually owned homes with no existing debt claims on the home would be a minimum of ponies.
So in short, most of these ponies lost most of their property legally.
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Really depends, i do not think Banks would be too cutthroat over this issue as it involves massive Force Majores, global attention and extremely large questions which will be bogged down in courts for a LONG time to go if they do not handle it delicately. And even if they WOULD be absolutely suicidal and make it difficult then the those Ponies who are absolutely in the green and have protected savings and assets which do not vanish should be able to pool them for great projects. I am sure they could easily be able to buy freighter ship of their own if they would not just want to order a ride for themselves off the continent.
Even if 1000 ponies would only have 1000 dollars in savings then that would be 1m Dollars, and with that amount of money you can get a LOT of things going. In essence i think resources would be less than realistic reason to stay. Even if they had literally nothing united group of people saving up money will get a lot of resources really fast. (And like i said earlier, that is BEFORE you count in support from NGO's rivaling superpowers and random people with too much money.)
Could be there would be bad situations for random ponies but united they are VERY strong and can wield a lot of resources.
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Yeah, it all depends on what ASGeek2012 decides, and I do agree that there would be a lot of partials around. But something that would be very important to determine indeed, would be at what point in time did the infection began spreading into Mexico and beyond, and where ETS starts spreading from; i think it would all mainly depend on that.
My thinking was that, since most tourists and many foreigners arrive to Mexico via airplane, and considering Mexico City has the country's main international airport, that the infection would first start spreading from there, before spreading from the more isolated northern cities, or the coastal ports; but who knows. It would be nice to have people writing sidefics from the perspectives of other countries, there's a lot of potential there.
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Well, while I do agree that ponies in more dire and oppressive regions might try migrating to some place better, I think that in places where they are the majority, they could stubbornly make their stand and even thrive.
I mean, it could be the case that some of them would like to remain in the places they've lived most of their lives, just like some humans do; and what several of these transformed want is to form their "idyllic pony communes", as some characters have 'eloquently' put it, so I doubt some human resistance is gonna dissuade them from their dreams, hell, it might even encourage them to stay out of sheer stubbornness and attachment to their homeland.
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And there are other considerations too. Ponies are kind of a double edged sword for the USA. They are being economically crippled by the fact so many of their citizens just up and stopped doing things like buying, selling, paying debts, and paying taxes. At the same time they are holding the largest population of ponies and magic is going to be the new technology race and whoever integrates magic and technology the best and earliest will be a superpower.
They aren't going to willingly let other countries take their ponies as large populations of ponies overseas means other countries rising to be the new superpowers of the world. They would almost certainly restrict passports and such for any ponies of questionable loyalty. They aren't just going to let other countries just send planes or ships to violate US airspace or waters.
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That is an key consideration, but they are free US citizens and if they are indeed national assets and they start leaving in droves that will surely light an fire under politicians to act to stabilize the situation. If they truly start to prevent free movement and also free association of these ponies then that is a sign of things to come and that naked power is on display and the choices of future actions are clear. Passports are not that much an issue since if US would go all tyrannical they could seek an Asylum to many countries, many would b all too eager to rub that fact to the face of the US.
If government starts taking actions of you leaving the country that is the time when you start fighting back, and Ponies all wield considerable amount of easily accessed personal power so that would not be pretty sight at all. So from Ponies point of view even announcing a plan for great migration might be beneficial, since if powers that be announce travel restrictions it is time to move to whole another level of social mobilization since bad times are coming.
Also let us not forget, US has been historically been shouting at other people about these kinds of issues, if they would move do just the same kinds of things they might easily find themselves facing same kind of sanctions and punishments that they have pushed towards many other nations. It would not only be political suicide domestically but also as international relations go, especially when eyes of the world are on them and this is ALSO an issue of first contact.
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Well, one cannot truly know how people or ponies think, likely it would be a mix of both, but personally would not feel that i should try to remain somewhere where i am not welcome, feel myself threatened or see too many ill omens in the winds.
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And let us not forget, if they are quarter of the population they are massive up and coming political block in the country, potentially swinging votes left and right on regional and national level. If i was a politicians i would be kissing the hoof of this group and showering them with whatever they ever need so they will elect me to positions of power.
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Yeah, I do agree that knowing how the majority of them would react is hard to predict, and that there would certainly be a mix of both kinds of ponies who migrate, and those who stay.
But like I said before, the ones living in more oppressive places where they face lots of human aggression would be the ones more likely to migrate, while those who live in more friendly places, and/or where they are the majority, those ponies would be the ones more likely to stay and form their own enclaves.
And in places where they are the majority, many politicians (assuming they are not blinded by a Humanity First type mentality) would definitely try to cater to them and gain their support, further cementing those same pony enclaves; so I do agree with you on that particular point as well.
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I think it important to note that there is a LOT more going on than any of our protagonists realize. Bev may, but if so, she's making things unnecessarily hard on those helping her by not speaking up. We have partials and re-humanized displaying some potentially world changing powers. EMP/electronic manipulation in Bev, passive emotional manipulation in Ryan, and precognition(!) in Jenny. Someone already got a leash on Ryan and it's a good bet that Bev narrowly escaped interment in an R&D facility. Jenny is, so far, lucky to be under the radar. Whoever can control elements like these will have a lot of political and/or military power. The government is not unjustified in both fearing and seeking out these sorts of elements.
To this end, I suspect Larry is being made a patsy of those hunting Bev. Likely with the promise of money.
Anyways, Ryan hasn't been confirmed as rehumanized, but that's where my money lies.
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It hasn't been confirmed Ryan is rehumanized, but if he is I don't think he is actively using magic by choice. It just undermines his personal goals too much. Making people not trust you isn't really a great ability to have.
That said, if it is passive and he is unaware he is doing it then having someone else turn him loose to unwittingly stir up trouble is something I could see happening.
These partials and magic humans all seem to have little to no control of their abilities. That makes them a far worse problem. The only solutions would be lock them up, use them strictly as unreliable tools then lock them up when not using them, kill them, or force them to be ponies so they can gain control. No matter what they seem to have little personal choice on their fate. The only one who would be happy with any of the possibilities in this case is Bev.
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One possibility you forgot, send partials to Equestria where magic experts can examine and decode those new abilities. Though the government would be opposed to the solution, we readers know Equestria is trust worthy, they don't. Though I wonder how Equestria ponies would see their new "cousins", would they think these " new ponies" are strange? Weird how while this is all happening, earth struggling to handle having 2 sentient races Equestria is expanding to work with Dragons, Yaks, Changelings, Griffons and Hippogriffs. I'd love to see how a non-pony like a changeling or griffon show up from Equestria would go down. What insights they might offer and how the humans would react to seeing that Equestria lives in a world with so many radically different sentient races.
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Transforming more humans would pretty much be the worst possible thing that the Equestrians could possibly do, even worse than declaring an enclave. The human government would (reasonably) conclude from such an action that Sunset Shimmer was not a lone rogue at all, but a deniable Equestrian first strike.
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They're not really free citizens given that they're not in their right mind. Unfortunately, politics is preventing the government from handling the situation properly from a moral and ethical point of view, which is to declare all the ponies wards of the state because their free will is utterly compromised.
Just being *drunk off your ass* is enough to prevent you from legally refusing medical treatment, and the amount of brainwashing the transformation victims have been subjected to is far, far more than that.
Alondro reads and reads... and sighs, "In situations like this, there's usually one response I have.."
He floats above the Earth and holds out his hand, "Die."
A massive orb of seething energy erupts from his palm and hurtles down into the planet, piercing through the mantle and core in a roaring haze of vaporized rock and metal. Cracks spread across the surface and moments later, the entire planet explodes.
"That's what you get when you mortals don't play nice with. We don't exactly need you for anything."
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The whole premise that the US government could in a "moral and ethical" way ignore the beliefs of a quarter of the US population and violate their rights just by defining them as "Brain washed" seems to me as rather fundamentally objectionable. As Bob points out in this story, what some humans call the ponies "brainwashing" is in reality the ponies culture. It's true that Sunset suggested some ideas to the ponies about how they could structure their lives in a vivid and emotionally appealing dream, but just because many ponies find her vision of a just and egalitarian society appealing does not prove that they are brainwashed. One could argue that the major factor explaining the ponies enthusiasm for Sunset's vision is that many of them were deeply dissatisfied with the unjust and unegalitarian US society in which they'd previously lived as humans.
Suppose Twilight hadn't intervened so rapidly to save humanity, and a large majority of the US population had been transformed? (And by the way, any interpretation by the humans of Equestrian motives that argues that the Equestrian government is hostile to the US needs to include an explanation as to why she intervened to save humanity)
How would you react if the ponies, who would then be in a dominant position, argued that they could ignore the Humans rights because their beliefs had been formed by life in what the ponies regarded as a corrupt, dishonest, exploitive culture?
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I would have agreed with this were it not for the fact that the facts established in the prior story include objective, expert evidence that the transformation isn't just pony culture, but integrates a massive level of brainwashing and mental programming. That was Twilight's analysis of Shimmer's spell design, and all evidence indicates that there were only a tiny minority of ponified humans who had sufficient willpower to retain even limited free will. Sunset didn't suggest, she programmed to a level where you could validly argue that people weren't actually transformed, they were subjected to death by total personality deletion and their corpses were subsequently recycled to create pony-puppets. Even Twilight finds this intensely unethical, and she's biased as hell in Sunset's favor.
Equestria declaring an explicit protectorate over "pony territory" in the United States is literally an act of war, no further explanation needed. You can't declare protectorates in other people's territory. As to why renewed transformations would be seen as even worse; it would be taken as substantial evidence that Sunset's spell was a test run and/or limited preemptive strike as opposed to a rogue action. Even relatively pro-Equestrian people would have to concede it a demonstration that the Equestrian treaty was not negotiated in good faith, since Celestia chooses to overtly renege on it. The political pressure within Equestria is not something the humans are aware of, especially with the way Twilight has framed Celestia to them as an absolute ruler.