FTEC -- Saturday, May 17 -- Day Shift.

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There was, in the clinic today, a very displeased pony. Displeased, disgruntled, deltnurgsid, desaelpsid. Not only was it extremely difficult to do research as a pony, but it was nearly impossible to hold a scalpel. Not that Adah wasn't trying, of course. It was in her effort to see if she could manage to master a precision cut that she noticed another glimpse at her pony reflection in a pane of glass and the little double helix DNA strand emboldened on her butt. She gave a little pony sigh and trotted over for a better look, a closer inspection, and then shook her pony head.

"I knew it. The strand is exactly the genetic chromosome with the defect for hemiplegia," she muttered around her scalpel. "Bastards."

She will never, ever, ever say that she was bored around this place ever again.