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Not enough here to make a story, but didn't want it to go to waste
Applejack yawned as she came down the stairs. The sun wasn't up yet, but it was time to begin the day.
"Apple Bloom, weather," she called.
"The forecast today for Ponyville indicates sunny skies and mild breezes with a high of twenty-six Celsius," replied a young female voice.
"Big Mac, why do you keep settin' her to Metric?" Applejack grumbled, though mostly to herself. It wasn't like she actually needed math practice, that was why they had Apple Bloom.
Entering the kitchen, Applejack saw the family computer seated at the table. The anthropomorphic adding machines had been popular a few years back, though there were still a few around town. The big selling point at the time had been a machine that would grow with one's children. Though, that wasn't true at all. Apple Bloom had always been a preteen model. When Applejack was a kid, Apple Bloom was like an older sister. As she grew, Apple Bloom became more of a peer, and then finally a younger sister. It didn't really matter that she had silicon chips for brains. Apparently the red hair and cheerful smile was effective enough that most people treated the machines just like people. Some older couples had even gotten them instead of children in some kind of obvious pretend game.
Apple Bloom wasn't alive, Applejack was aware. But that didn't mean she wasn't part of the family. Though, the more she followed that line of thought, the stranger it became. Applejack instead started making her own breakfast and forced it out of her mind.
"What are you doing today, Applejack?" Apple Bloom asked, one of her subroutines that only deepened the illusion of personality.
"The south orchard needs harvesting," Applejack replied. It didn't really matter that the question was coming from a robot. It would have been impolite not to answer.
Applejack was tempted to ask her computer what it did while she was gone, but that would only lead to more questions about systems and software that she didn't understand and didn't have time this morning to learn. She knew that Apple Bloom often networked with Rarity's Sweetiebot and someone else's Scootaloo. She wasn't sure if it was to give the impression that the robots had friends like real people, or if there was something else going on.