Robotic Busts

What happened to me? I don't remember anything.

"Get him in there STAT!"

What? Get who in where?

"Hook him up into that!"

What's going on? Where are you taking me?

Many hours have gone by and what was said next was surely unthinkable, almost impossible really.

"It's no good...he can't sustain these wounds."

"What if we convert him?"

"Convert?

"Y'know, transform him into a-"

"No, it's too dangerous!"

"But think of how the princess would feel if we just let him die." The nurse shook her head. "She wouldn't like that."

The doctor grunted. "Fine, but this will take a long time to pull off. And although his chances at living are increased, the odds are still against him."

"It's all we can do." The nurse reiterated.

The doctor nodded, then began performing surgery on the fallen ally.

It took a long time, but the doctor and nurse came back out into the waiting room, where she was currently waiting. She looked at the door the doctor and nurse came from and saw their coats and equipment were all bathed in red; his blood. She appeared to break down and cry, but the doctor advised her that a miracle has occurred in the emergency room.

"A miracle?" She sputtered.

The doctor nodded, then opened up the door to the emergency room, allowing her to step in and take a look for herself. She moved in to the room, looked over at the table, and saw her lover and husband. Her prince.

"Is...is that him?" She asked.

"That is him," the doctor responded.

"What happened to him?" She said.

"His wounds were too severe to fix, so we tried improvising and...this...happened."

"He's...he's..."

The nurse came in and nodded at her. "He's a robot."

He woke up right there and looked around. He finally saw where he was hours after coming here. He turned a bit more and laid his eyes on her. His princess.

"Yo-you're still here." He spoke. His voice didn't sound different from how it was prior to the transformation, but she didn't notice that.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, approaching him slowly.

"I feel rejuvenated," he admitted, "refreshed." He lifted himself up and rested firmly on the ground.

"What are you doing?" She spoke. "You need to rest."

He shook his head, which resulted in animatronic sounds. She took note of that. "I'm fine," he stated, "I feel stronger than ever before." He began walking around the room, resulting in more robotic sounds. ZOOP-ZEEP-ZOOP-ZEEP.

"Are you sure?" She questioned. "You've been through a lot."

He nodded in response. ZEE-ZER-ZEE-ZER.

She was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable by the robotic sounds he was exerting. She looked towards the doctor and politely asked him if she could have a word with her outside the room. The doctor obliged to her comment and request, stepping out for a moment with her. He shut the door behind them and she turned and began whispering to him.

"Is he going to keep making those sounds?" She asked.

The doctor nodded. "Much apologies, madam, but that's how robots are. They can't help with the sounds they make. It's their way of having a notion sent from our brains to our muscles. They make the sounds because the motherboard is telling the circuits and gears what to do."

"So, those sounds are normal then?"

"They are." He turned his head towards the door. "And that's not all."

"What do you mean?" She said.

The doctor chuckled slightly. "Well, chances are...he heard what we said."

"What?"

"He's right, you know!" He called from behind sealed doors.

The doctor opened up the doors and revealed that he was standing in the same spot from before they left. He approached the doctor and her and stopped in front of them, smiling brightly. The doctor smiled back, then began explaining to her what was different.

"He has enhanced hearing, as we've witnessed."

His ears started moving in rather interesting patterns, making the trademark robotic sound again. ZEE-ZEE-ZOO-ZEE-ZEE-ZOO.

"He also doesn't have the type of magic that you and I do." The doctor continued, pointing at his horn.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Instead of the magic," the doctor spoke, "his horn now generates electricity. He has to learn how to control it, but when he does, he will be able to do what we do with our magic, just with electricity."

"Cool," he spoke, trying it out for himself, bu shocking himself as a result.

His princess and the doctor both rubbed his metal back, comforting him slightly.

"It's okay," she told him in her soothing voice, "it'll just take some time to get used to, that's all."

"Right," he responded.

The doctor continued listing his differences. "He also doesn't have feathered wings anymore. They've been replaced with aerodynamic plates that dually act as both wings and gliders. He'll be able to fly higher, faster, and longer than ever before."

"Cool." He smiled, looking at his own wings.

"And this is the most drastic change made to him: he no longer needs to breathe."

"Breathe?" She repeated.

"Yes," the doctor replied, "his need for oxygen is no longer necessary. His circuit boards take care of his breathing problems now, but that's an explanation far too detailed to go into right now."

"So...what exactly is he then?" She asked cautiously.

"He's a super-bot." The doctor answered. "He can handle anything and everything that gets thrown at him with slight ease, depending on the situation. He is an android that can take charge, but be gentle as well. He is a reborn robot."

"Lunar Nights," Twilight said, "the robotic alicorn prince."

"Precisely," Doctor Whooves smirked.

"It was a lot to do," Nurse Redheart added, "but we did it."

"And I am grateful I have a second chance at living again." Lunar Nights beamed.

Now living as a robotic android, Lunar Nights and Twilight Sparkle now had a new problem to overcome: Twilight learning to accept Lunar for who he now is.