Reset: The Contrarian

>It's been three months since you altered Amnesia's programming.
>She isn't the brightest knife in the crayon box, but she's gained a basic understanding of her surroundings.
>She won't keep hugging the neighbor's cat after he's clawed her, for instance.
>She can even take baths without drowning.
>Of course, she still asks for play, hugs, and spaghetti like regular fluffies.
>She has become very easy to train.  Only poops in the litter box.  Only has be told once to stop if she's misbehaving.
>Doesn't even need to be locked in a safe room.  She can handle herself.
>You're beginning to get curious again, though.
>You've seen what happens when you don't reprogram a fluffy during the reset window.
>What happens if you introduce 'coding' that is contrary to the programming they have already?
>It's time for science.
>Your intent is to go to the pet store and grab another cheap fluffy.
>It's winter, however.  As it turns out, you don't need to make the trip.
>Three lost strays are wandering past your house on the sidewalk when you step outside.
>They quickly shuffle over to you through the snow.
>”Hewp!  Fwuffy cowd!  Hung'y!  Gif nummies pwease?” they beg you.
>You examine them, and pick up a steel blue pegasus with a yellow mane and tail.
>”Gif nummies?” it asks.  “Wawm huggies fo' fwuffy?”
>From their squeaky voices, you can tell that this is the only female of the bunch.
>You don't want any special hugs to be happening, so you take the pegasus back to your porch.
>The other two fluffies give chase.  “Wai' fo' fwuffies!  Need huggies and nummies pwease!  Pwease wuv!”
>You take the pegasus inside and shut the door on the two pleading fluffies.
>She is overjoyed.  “Gif fwuffy wawm!  Wuv hooman!”
>Just like that, she's forgotten about her friends, even though they cry and bang lightly on the door behind you.
>Amnesia asks about the new fluffy, so you set her down and they give hugs to each other.
>The stray is 'scolded' for not smelling pretty, but otherwise they get along fine.
>After giving the stray a bath, during which she almost drowns, you examine her for injuries.
>Looks healthy, if a bit underfed.  You feed her and Amnesia spaghetti.
>”Fank you!  Wuv new fwiend!” she babbles, her mouth full.
>While they eat, you go find the stun gun.
>After wiping off the stray's face, you take her away from Amnesia and go upstairs.
>You take her into what used to be the safe room and shut the door.
>”Wha?  Why Amneesa no come wif new fwiend and fwuffy?”
“We're going to play a game, just the two of us.”
>The stray babbles happily, hugging your shins.  “Wuv pway!  Wha we pway?”
>You sit her down in the tall cardboard box.  She reacts badly.
>”No sowwy-bocks!  No sowwy-bocks!  Fwuffy no mean be bad!  Fwuffy sowwy!”
>Looks like her former owner disciplined her quite a bit.
“It's okay, you're not in trouble.”
>”N-no sowwy-b-bocks?”
>You nod, and she relaxes slightly.  “We pwayin'?”
>You nod again and put the stun gun to her head.
>”Wha dat?  Smeww funn-”
>She jerks and twitches as the current courses through her.
>You stop the shock.  As her eyes go wide and she becomes still, you begin to speak.
“You hate hugs.  You hate playing.  You hate humans.”
>The reset window closes.  The stray looks a little dazed as she toddles around in the box.
>”Whewe fwuffy is?” she asks, not looking up at first.
>Ah, memories.
“My house.  We were playing a game.”
>She looks up at the sound of your voice.  “Pway...hooman?  Wuv!  No wuv! Wha?”
>The stray's face is a mask of absolute confusion.
>”Wan' pway!  No wan' pway!  No wike hooman!  Wuv hooman!  Fwuffy wan' pway!  No wan' pway!  Wha?”
>You take her out of the box and watch as she walks around, stumbling occasionally.
>”Make poopies!  Need make poopies!” she suddenly blurts out.
“I'll show you where to make good poopies.”
>”Fank-...hooman!  Wuv no!  No wan'!  Hewp!  Bad poopies?  Wha?”
>She shits on your floor.  “No smeww pwetty!”
>Having forgotten her dilemma for the moment, she begins to sniffle.
>”Bad poopies!  Fwuffy gon' be in twouble!  Hooman no wuv fwuffy!”
>She blinks at herself.
>”No wuv hooman anyways!  Make poopies wheweeva wanna!  No! Hooman fwiend!  Wha?”
>She begins to walk in aimless circles, stopping whenever she sees you.
>”New fwiend?  No!  No wike!  Wuv!  Wha?”
“Don't you love me, fluffy?”
>”Wuv!  Wuv fwiend!  No wike fwiend!  Fwiend dumb!  No dumb!  Wha?” she shouts, her yellow eyes the size of saucers.
“You made bad poopies, fluffy.”
>”Fwuffy sowwy!  Hooman fwiend!  No cawe!  Poopies whewe wanna!  Hooman dumb!  Wuv hooman!  Wha?”
>She collapses to her stomach, trying to cover her head with her forelegs.  “Wha?  Wha?”
>You walk out of the room; you'll clean the shit later, but now you want to see how she reacts.
>”No weave fwuffy!  Go 'way!  No!  Go!  Whaaaaaa?” she calls.
>Her front legs run toward you, but her back legs pull in the opposite direction.
>Desperately, her wings flutter both at you and away from you.
>She looks for all the world like she's having a seizure.
>”Wan'...no...wuv!  Hooman dumb fwiend huggies!  No wan' huggies!  Gif!  Wha?!” she bleats.
>She finally begins dragging herself toward you, all the while screaming 'no wan'!' and 'wha?!'
>You slowly make your way back downstairs with the twitching stray in tow.
>”Amneesa miss daddy and new fwiend!” she says, jumping happily.
>She stops cold when she catches sight of the stray.  “Wha?  Fwiend wook sickies, fwiend okay?”
>The stray pulls herself away from Amnesia...then tries to walk toward her.
>”New fwuffy fwiend?  No wan'!  Gif huggies!  Pway...no!  No wan'!  Wan'!  Wha?”
>Amnesia is terrified and hides behind your legs.  “Why fwuffy say dat, why fwuffy yewwin'?  Amneesa scawed!”
>You pet your sniffling unicorn.
>The stray pulls herself away from both of you and hides in a corner.
>Wan' huggies...no wike!  Wha...fwuffy...fwuffy wuv!  No wan'!  Pway?  Wha...”
>Amnesia trots nervously over to her.  “New fwiend?  Need huggies?  Huggies make betta!”
>The stray screeches at her.  “WAN'!  NO!” then quietly adds “Wha?”
>Amnesia cries and hides behind the couch.  “Why yeww?!  Amneesa bein' nice poni!”
>You sit down and think for a moment.
>You notice how the stray suffixes most of her statements with 'wha'.
>You believe this is an attempt to 'soft' reset herself while her programming sorts out what's going on.
>It would also appear that a 'hard' reset, done correctly, can seriously interfere with the base programming.
>Amnesia whines, wanting in your lap.  You pick her up and decide to watch the stray.
>”Amneesa scawed...” she sniffles.
>The stray is curled up into a ball, trembling.  She screams about wanting hugs.
>Then she screams about hating them.
“Fluffy, let's play a game.”
>She turns around to look at you.  “Wan' pway!  No pway, pway dumb!  Wh-wha?”
>Amnesia is spooked, and hides under a throw pillow.
>The stray suddenly gets up and begins walking.
>”Hung'y...need nummies...”  She sounds normal, just like when she shat upstairs.
>You have an idea.
>You go and get the leftover spaghetti from the kitchen, dump some on a plate, and set it in front of her.
“Here, I'll give you food.”
>She beams up at you, then scowls, then stares blankly.
>”No wan' dis!  No wan' hooman nummies!”  She walks away, then turns around.  “Hooman gif nummies!  Wuv hooman!”
>She turns around and walks away again.  “Hooman nummies dumb!  No wike!”
>And then she comes back.  “Wuv nummies!  Fank you hooman!”
>This process repeats itself for the next hour, her argument interspersed with 'wha's.
>Amnesia remains terrified, babbling to herself.  She has never seen another fluffy act like this.
>The stray's stomach growls become louder and louder as time passes.
>She never manages to get any closer to the plate full of food, however.
>In fact, she's become so dizzy, she falls over and starts wailing.  No words, just noises.
>You walk over to check on her.
>”Pwease hewp fwuffy, no!  Go 'way, hooman dumb!  Wha!” she begs, then scolds.
>Tears stream from her wide eyes.  Her legs thrash in different directions as she runs toward you and away from you all at once.
>Her stomach growls; she curls up and screams at it.  “No wan' hooman nummies!  Pwease gif!  No!  Wha?!”
>Her whole body begins to shudder.  “Scawed!  Pwease hewp!  No hewp, go 'way gif huggies no wan'! Wha?”
>She begins to shit again, this time out of fear.
>Her brain is telling her two different things at once and she has no idea why.
>Or how to react.
>Or how to make it stop.
>”HEWP NO FWUFFY WUV HOOMAN DUMB FWIEND WHAAAAAA!” she screams as loudly as she can.
>Amnesia shrieks from under the throw pillow about the loud noises and begs them to stop.
>For her benefit more than the stray's, you grab the stun gun out of your pocket and do a reset.
“You are a normal pegasus fluffy.  You love humans and hugs.  You love to play.”
>The stray regains awareness, stands up, and looks up at you.  “New fwiend!  Wan' pway?”
>Then she realizes that something doesn't smell pretty.
>”Fwuffy do dat? Fwuffy sowwy, pwease no huwt, wuv fwuffy...” she mewls.
“It's fine, you're not in trouble.  Amnesia, come here.”
>She sniffles, pulling herself off the couch and trotting over.  “New fwiend okay?  Woud noisies stop?”
>The stray hugs her.  “New fwuffy fwiend!  Name Amneesa?”
>While they reconcile, you go about cleaning up the mess.
>Once the stray's stomach growls again, she quickly runs over to the plate when she sees it.
>”Nummies!  Fank you hooman!' she bleats, powering through the pasta.
>After she's done, you give her another bath.  She runs and plays with Amnesia as though the past few hours never occurred.
>”Daddy!  Wha new fwiend name?”
>You look at your fluffy unicorn.  The stray stops playing with the blocks and blinks.
>”Fwuffy haf name?  Wha is?”
>Oh, why not.  You think for a moment.
>”Daddy?”
>Given the split, almost two-faced behavior you induced in the stray, the choice is obvious.
“Her name is Janus.”