Chapter 9 : Confliction
Sunday October 1st
Stephanie's Lab
Stephanie typed away quickly at her keyboard, trying her hardest to undo all of the damage that had been done. It was mostly her own fault, she realized, that Hal was in the state that he currently was. Sure, there was no way to have known Sweetie Belle would develop what was undeniably beginning to look like intelligence, sort of, but she probably shouldn't have hooked up damaged hardware, recently struck by lightning, to her main system. Admittedly, she couldn't have known that Sweetie Belle would go back later and make Hal even worse, but that was besides the point.
For now, Steph had Hal separated, and offline, while the rest of her computers and machines in the laboratory had at least all been successfully restored from scratch.
"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you..." Stephanie sang absently to herself. Her singing voice was pretty good, if not so much the subject matter she was singing. She frowned and shook her head, trying to get the song out of her brain. Of all the music Sweetie has to play, why the most annoying songs possible? Why couldn't she have discovered a love for classical music?
Meanwhile nearby, a quiet little humming that was a constant in the room could be heard.
Stephanie took notice of it for maybe the dozenth time, and peeked over in the sound's direction. Sitting on the floor just a few feet away was Sweetie Belle, leaning over and drawing idly on printer paper with a pen, with even more pens scattered randomly around her hooves; the package they had all been in lay messily ripped open at her side.
Sweetie hummed in a contented fashion, which she had switched to after being asked to stop singing. The creative spins she had put on songs, almost remixing them, had been impressive, if also very distracting. Still, that wasn't the least of things.
Stephanie silently watched, not quite able to comprehend what she was seeing; but still, it was there. The machine was the oldest, and at the same time the newest addition to the house, of course because it seemed to be nothing like before. Rather than a linearly programmed A.I. of limited strength, Sweetie's parameters had expanded immeasurably. Stephanie hesitated to do so, but the easiest comparison for Sweetie was a child, rather than another machine. It even claimed to be a 'she' and that it could think, that it had feelings.
Sweetie had even proved that it did, in many ways.
Ultimately, no matter what the case was, Sweetie was now the most advanced thing in the house, that much was clear to Stephanie. But, keeping her head on straight and focusing on work wasn't working out. One contributing factor, other than failing to fix Hal, was that there wasn't much left to work on. There was Sweetie Belle, certainly... but apprehension and anxiety kept Steph from trying.
A morose sigh made its way out of Stephanie, and she tried to focus back on what exactly should come next.
Soon after, another sigh filled the room, the perfect match to the first.
Stephanie froze up and looked over completely on impulse, only to lock eyes with Sweetie Belle, smiling back in her direction. There was no way to hide or dodge attention, now.
Sweetie Belle smiled a little bigger and giggled. "You do that a lot, Steph," she stated, and studied Stephanie's blank expression briefly. Figuring out what she was thinking by using it as a guide seemed like it could be... fun.
Sweetie's tone was amused but cutesy sounding, and less than a second later she excitedly added, "Hey! Are you almost done working on the things and stuff you said needed fixing? It has now been approximately one hour, eleven minutes and—" Annoyed, she cut herself off with a high-pitched grunt. Reciting the numbers and weirder thoughts in her head was hard not to do on impulse.
"Sorry," Sweetie went on, tilting her ears back. "Are you almost done, though? You said we could do stuff today! And I have had so many ideas."
Stephanie managed a weak, nervous grin. "Heh, not yet... uhm, almost finished! Uh, Sweetie..."
"Aw," Sweetie lamented. "Okay." With that, she nodded, then looked down again at her paper, pen still clutched in her mouth. More carefully, she again began her attempts at trying to draw something, as Stephanie had requested.
At the same time, Stephanie let out another breath, but this time in relief. She stared at Sweetie a moment, no longer the object of her attention. Alright, she's preoccupied still. I just need to decide what on Earth I'm going to do. I mean, somehow I have created life, and not in the normal way... Which is good, because I would never be able to take care of some messy kid. A frown eased its way onto her face, which quickly turned into a nervous chewing of her lip. But I'm still stuck with something that... practically acts like a ten year old girl. Her eyes scrunched shut, and her hands reached up to muss her curly brown hair.
Stephanie took a breath and settled down. Come on... Alright, regain your calm. Focus... everything will be fine.
A gentle ripping sound mingled in the air alongside the absent typing of computer keys.
Sweetie Belle winced, and paused her attempts at drawing. "Stephanieeee," she whined, and swiveled her head over. "I tore it again! Are you done now?"
Stephanie flinched, and lost her train of thought once more. Convincing Sweetie Belle to draw in order to keep her busy had been easy, but it wasn't a perfect, or permanent solution.
"Sorry, are you still busy...?" Sweetie's voice trailed off quietly, then raised again. "If not! Are you sure you don't have a better writing apparatus?"
Stephanie kept staring at her computer, no closer to figuring out what she wanted to do, or could do; she had been finished working for almost an hour. "No... I just finished," she lied.
Sweetie Belle let out a gasp at the news, sounding unmistakably excited.
Building a bit of courage, Stephanie stood up in order to face her own little Frankenstein's beast; admittedly, her Frankenstein was unbearably cute.
"Sorry, Sweetie. Those pens were all I could find for you to draw with." After walking up across the lab floor, now clear of debris and mess, Stephanie stopped to stand over the drawing and little robot on the floor. "So, uhm, what have you got there? Did you draw something neat?"
Sweetie Belle blinked, looking up, then looked back down at her drawing. "Is supposed— It is supposed to be you, but the pigments I had were insufficient. To make matters worse, I can't seem to be able to draw in a manner capable of properly depicting the image I have in mind." She made a sound, like an imitation of a sigh, then went on. "Do you... like it? Also, why is the word pig in 'pigments'?"
Stephanie frowned a little, squinting at the drawing on the floor. It looked a bit like a squiggly series of ponds with a field of spaghetti at the top. After a bit of trying, she could kind of see a face in the drawing. "Yeah, uhm, I love it," she murmured, and even meant it a little too; it wasn't everyday your robot drew you a picture with its mouth, even if it wasn't a work of art.
She continued a little hesitantly. "And I honestly couldn't tell you about the... the pig thing..."
Sweetie looked up, smiling. "Really!? I think it's a pretty bad drawing... But I'm happy to hear that you're happy." Then, giggling in a convincing way, she got up to all fours, clanking a little against the floor.
Stephanie laughed along, though in a nervous, hesitant way of her own.
Sweetie continued speaking, sounding interested and generally pleasant. "I thought you knew everything about animals?" she asked.
Stephanie felt her meager pinch of worked up confidence draining already, the effort of even just talking to Sweetie Belle weighing on her. Come on, Steph, she tried to reassure herself, almost as an order. You can do this. Whatever 'this' is, exactly. In an effort to plan her next move, she recalled the day thus far, and how she'd gotten through that.
The morning had been mostly uneventful, considering Sweetie's presence. Stephanie had showered, which had been the only time during the day which she had hoped to get any free time. Apparently, as Sweetie put it, the water made her feel funny.
Stephanie noted the unlikelihood of that being a coincidence...
Somehow, though, that didn't strictly mean that Sweetie was at all vulnerable to water, because the little robot had still made the attempt to hop in the shower, too, and came out unscathed.
Sweetie Belle wasn't waterproof, or hadn't been, which made the event just as confusing for Stephanie as everything else that had happened so far. Electronics shorted out in water, that was a rule, but Sweetie seemed to treat it like a guideline.
It was Sunday now, Stephanie's last day before work would start, and so far she had spent it doing two things: cleaning up a little more, and talking to figure out Sweetie Belle. So far, communicating with Sweetie and trying to puzzle her out just caused more confusion than it helped.
After listening to her creation ramble for hours, the only thing Stephanie learned for sure was that Sweetie was getting better at speaking, and quickly. Good sense told her that anything, or perhaps in this case, anyone, that changed that quickly was faking it. Then again, circumstances weren't normal, and she was already in the state of mind to believe the situation at face value. There may not be any evidence yet that her robot had somehow magically come to life, but there was a lot of evidence that argued against all of the alternatives.
Sweetie Belle, somehow, seemed like she was growing up, so to speak. The more she listened, and asked simple questions, the more fluent her speech got, though she still had a tendency for odd word choice.
Really, it was fascinating to Stephanie. Overall she thought she was enjoying getting to know the being which had replaced her appliance, even despite her trepidation over the whole thing.
It was almost a dream come true, if it weren't for but one minor detail. The entire ordeal with Sweetie Belle was made unbearable simply from not knowing how it had happened. The worst part of which was that Stephanie couldn't analyze Sweetie, either. At least, not without risking her other machines, or in all likelihood Sweetie herself, for that matter.
Still, Stephanie had briefly tried.
After sheepishly asking for permission, she had hooked up a laptop to Sweetie Belle. Unsurprisingly enough, the results that were obtained had been inconclusive. The laptop did not malfunction like Hal, or act up, at least not right away.
Unfortunately, neither the laptop or her old diagnostic programs seemed to think Sweetie was compatible. Sure, Sweetie had been programmed with them at one point, but whatever ran her now wasn't the same. Trying to force things either glitched the laptop out horribly, crashed the system, or came back saying nothing at all.
Stephanie even told Sweetie Belle not to try and "talk" with the machine, as she called it, and that seemed to have kept things from going screwy, but, it didn't circumvent the other issues. The only proof she even had that the two were connected and the cable wasn't faulty was Sweetie Belle's own say so.
In the end, the only arguably productive answer from the ordeal came in the form of the Sweetie resonating her voice from the speakers of the laptop towards the end whenever she spoke.
Steph was left to call it quits, fresh out of computers she was willing to risk and even fresher out of ideas.
"Stephanieee?" Sweetie's sweet as sugar voice called again.
Stephanie blinked. "Huh?"
Sweetie Belle tilted her head a moment, staying quiet, then repeated herself. "I said, 'Are you in there?'"
Stephanie ran a hand through her hair, and regained her composure. "Oh, right, yeah I'm here."
"Good!" Sweetie began swishing her tail. "So, can we do something now? I'm really bored." Her two front hooves began to lift and lower themselves at a quick pace as she spoke, a mannerism that gave the impression of impatience. "While you were working, I was thinking of things we could do for fun! Item one: roller skating!"
Stephanie frowned, her eyes glued to the increasing speed with which Sweetie's legs were moving. Her body isn't that quick. She couldn't do that before... "I... I don't have roller skates, Sweetie. Also, no. Now hold still I want to check something." She moved closer and knelt down to get a good look.
Sweetie's legs stopped fidgeting after she heard the response, and her ears whirred around to their one other position, giving the impression of disappointment. "Aaw..." she moaned sadly, then immediately picked back up in a cheerful tone. "Okay! Then, item two: scuba-diving!"
Stephanie almost face-palmed at the last suggestion, despite the fact her attention had moved onto the panel on Sweetie's side. "Sweetie, do you even know what scuba-diving is?" she asked patiently.
Sweetie Belle rotated her head around, gears whirring quietly, just enough to see Stephanie, then shook it from side to side slightly.
Stephanie looked over long enough to raise an eyebrow. "It's swimming underwater with breathing gear." The panel popped open in her hands, revealing Sweetie Belle's inner workings. "You don't breathe, so that counts out scuba gear, and I don't think we want to test our luck with you and water again..."
Sweetie Belle oohed in understanding. "Gotchyah. Nope, no scuba-diving, then." The very idea of water unsettled her, even if it seemed living creatures needed it to keep living. She was glad she wasn't alive and needed it. Then again, Stephanie was alive, and she was alright.
After a moment of studying Stephanie's usual, confused looking expression, Sweetie asked, "Steph? What are you doing back there?"
Stephanie glanced up for a moment, before looking back down at Sweetie Belle's tiny hip seated diagnostic screen, as well as past it into the hardware and inner-workings of Sweetie.
"Oh, nothing in particular..." Steph replied, which was almost literally true, as the diagnostic screen typically now bore nothing but gibberish. Normally she would shut down anything she was working on before poking around in it, but Sweetie couldn't be shut down. That, and she was just taking another peek. "I guess I'm just looking for the sake of looking. Maybe I missed a clue. Like I keep saying, you're almost not even the same as before—"
Sweetie Belle broke in. "But that's good, right?"
Stephanie paused, her hands frozen in the act of unscrewing another panel.
Sweetie brought Stephanie into better focus absently, the fuzziness of the room increasing slightly, while the details of Steph's face began to stand out more prominently.
The room was quiet, until Sweetie Belle went on in a gentle tone. "I mean, I don't remember things being this much fun. Not like now. Before, it... seems like I was bored, I think. But I also had different thoughts back then. I don't know. It is confusing, and seems a little weird, because other than making that big mess, which was still an accident! I haven't done anything really different than before."
Sweetie Belle went on, curiosity working its way into her voice. "Did you figure out what made me start acting different?"
Stephanie looked away from the panel of switches and bare circuit boards for a moment. "I haven't," she answered honestly. "But, I don't think that whatever happened is as important as I originally thought, either." A smile, which was more of a clever smirk, worked its way onto her face.
Sweetie Belle blinked, not understanding, then tilted her head. "It isn't? Why not?" She almost turned around, too, but managed to keep herself sitting still. As she recalled, Stephanie didn't like it when she moved around too much while getting worked on.
"Because..." Stephanie searched back and forth for a moment, searching for the right words to say to her new friend. "Sometimes you don't question a good thing."
Sweetie Belle's tail started brushing back and forth rapidly, scraping slightly where bare metal showed. "Steph." Unable to help it, she stood up and turned around. A thought had popped into her head, rather suddenly, and it demanded to be fulfilled. "Can I have a hug?"
"I— Uh, sure, Sweetie." Stephanie didn't really know what to think anymore, anyway, and focused on rolling with it. That, and she was being asked for a hug from a machine designed to look cute.
Sweetie Belle's smile grew and she reared back, hooves outstretched.
Stephanie chuckled slightly, her surprise from the request mostly gone, and began to silently marvel once again about how crazy things were. Her arms wrapped gently around Sweetie's back, though she wasn't exactly fragile.
"What made you want a hug?" she asked, and looked around absently while her machine hugged her back.
Sweetie Belle closed her eyes. Wow, Stephanie's warm... "I don't know," she answered honestly. "Just wanted one."
Stephanie let out a bit of quiet, nervous laughter again. "Fair enough." She was about to pull away, since her machine seemed to be squeezing tighter rather than letting go, and who knew how long a robot would want to hug for, but she stopped. Her eyes settled on a flashing red light in the back of Sweetie's processing unit, all the way back near her rump-casing; that is, just above her rear legs' motors. From any other angle she couldn't have seen it without disassembling Sweetie's rear chassis.
"Oh my gosh," Stephanie murmured in understanding. "Your secondary processor is offline, Sweetie."
"Hm?" Sweetie Belle felt Stephanie pushing away slightly, and released her grip with reluctance. Rather than make her complaint over the shortness of the embrace, she addressed the new topic with interest. "My what?" she asked appropriately.
Stephanie crouch walked quickly around Sweetie Belle, finally seeing, and recognizing something that she actually understood. "Your secondary processor. It's an important part of you. If it's offline, then..." She trailed off, not really sure what that meant, all else in consideration. "Well, in layman's terms, normally it helps make sure that you're functioning properly..."
Sweetie Belle pulled her head back in surprise, then whirled around to look down at her back. "Oh, that sounds important," she admitted, and followed Steph's gaze into the open space on her rear. Astoundingly, there were all kinds of interesting gizmos inside of her. Wow, lookit them all, she thought, and at the same time said, "Hm, offline, meaning non-functioning, inactive. Should we turn it back on?"
Stephanie looked up, humming. "Absolutely. You... well, previously, you could only turn it off during periods of low power. It basically helped increase how much you could compute in times of high activity." After hesitating only a moment, she began taking apart the plating on Sweetie's left hip, exposing the blinking red light. "I added it a couple years ago, to help out. It's the newest part in you."
Sweetie tilted her head, watching Stephanie with interest. "New is good. Or in this case, 'newest.'" Head still tilted, she looked at her own blinking light again.
Stephanie hummed and nodded absently. "Yeah... yeah it is..." A frown worked its way into existence as she stared at the offending processor.
Sweetie Belle looked up, and was surprised by Stephanie's sudden lack of excitement. "Hey, what's wrong? I thought you were happy just a second ago because you figured something about me out. Did you pinch your finger again? I said I was sorry about that..."
Stephanie looked up, grinning again as if she had a switch of her own flipped. "No, Sweetie, heh, no I didn't pinch myself again I... just don't really know what to do."
Sweetie Belle stared a moment, then her eyelids tilted to give the impression of intense thought, staring back firmly. "What do you mean? You're super smart about computers and things. No one else around seems to know much of anything, either, and that makes you the smartest one here!"
Stephanie raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh really?"
Sweetie Belle nodded once in confidence, eyes shut and smiling. "Yup!"
Stephanie made a bright laugh. Then, looking down again she took in a considering breath. "Well, either way, here's the gist, Sweetie."
Sweetie Belle's eyes whirred, likely refocusing.
"I'm still not sure about this. I've pretty much ruled out that you're... just malfunctioning. I'm kind of hesitant to do anything to you now, Sweetie." Stephanie tapped a finger on her leg apprehensively, thinking.
"Like when you didn't want to plug Mr. Laptop into me?" Sweetie Belle whirred her ears back in mild shame, remembering how Mr. Laptop had stopped working after a while. "I'm really sorry that he—"
Stephanie rolled her eyes and patted Sweetie's head; anything to stop the never ending apologies. "It's fine, really. I wouldn't have plugged it in if I wasn't comfortable with it breaking. Just like I wouldn't have plugged that laptop into you if I wasn't pretty sure that it would be safe and not… hurt you. Also, the laptop is a thing, not a 'mister'."
While listening, Sweetie Belle blinked and leaned into Stephanie’s hand slightly, then made an interested sound at what was said. The ideas that Stephanie had about her and everything else were interesting, after all; point in fact, anything that explained the world or something in it was interesting to her, but especially stuff about herself.
Apparently, plugging into and talking with the bossy computer, Hal, had caused problems, but talking to Stephanie’s other "simpler" electronics had been more alright, like the music machine.
“So…” Sweetie Belle worked out what Stephanie was trying to say for herself. “What you're alluding to is that you think turning my other other processor on, might be bad? Like experimenting with other machines?”
Stephanie began to stare in doubt at Sweetie’s hind-quarters again. “Exactly. I mean, I…” She floundered a bit, still not sure how exactly to talk with something about the possibility of it being ‘alive’. So far she’d just winged it. “I’m not really sure how delicate you are, or what it could do. Sweetie, I don’t really know anything for—”
“Turn it on,” Sweetie Belle chirped. Her cameras, or eyes as she called them, focused and unfocused on her extra processor. “I mean, we won’t know if we don’t. If something like what happened with Hal happens again, we know I’ll be fine in the end.”
Stephanie furrowed her brow and looked up. She relaxed the look after Sweetie looked up as well. “Are you sure? Didn't you say before it hurt you?” she asked.
Sweetie Belle frowned slightly, humming, then proceeded to smile and nod her head. “Yup, he did! But I got better!"
Stephanie raised an eyebrow. "I see..." she murmured doubtfully.
Sweetie Belle sighed, a near perfect imitation of when Stephanie would. "Come oooon... If that thing’s supposed to help me think, it’s not doing its job right now! Is it?” She giggled and shifted about slightly on her hooves. “Well? Come on, Steph! Hop to it!”
Stephanie made an indignant sounding harrumph and folded her arms briefly. “Alright, you win. Right away, Princess.” Laughing slightly, and convinced, she made her way around to Sweetie’s panel of switches. Among them was a little, itty-bitty rubber reset button, barely more than a bump, but clearly marked as the one she wanted to press for a manual restart. “Here we go. Ready?”
Sweetie nodded, her head craned around. "Ready!" she chirped.
Stephanie activated the second processor. A little surprisingly, the red, blinking light turned into a cheerful, bright green one. "There," she exclaimed, then sat up, dusting her hands. "Something finally went my way! It worked!" Chuckling, she turned her grin up towards Sweetie Belle.
“Well, our way, I guess I should say. Right, Sweetie?” Stephanie reached on up and gave Sweetie Belle’s neck a good few pats of appreciation.
Oddly, Sweetie Belle's expression seemed a little... flat, and saying that about a machine's face, was saying a lot. The last few days she hadn't stayed still for very long, so the lack of an immediate response was odd.
"Sweetie?" Stephanie tried again. When she didn’t get a response, she put a hand down on the ground and leaned in close. “Uhm, Sweetie? Are you in there?”
Suddenly, Sweetie blinked once, and said something. "Uh oh." A flash of violet light flickered behind her eyes briefly. "Steph?" she asked plainly, just before her voice deformed into something vaguely reminiscent of an old dial tone.
Stephanie donned a look of dread, then gasped and sat back as Sweetie’s left eyelid started twitching, and an ear wrenching croak of static burst out of her speaker.
Suddenly, the little filly-bot was alive with motion, ears spinning around, and tail going berserk.
Stephanie stayed still out of pure shock as things went from an obvious bad, to worse.
Sweetie Belle’s legs slid out slightly in front of herself and her shoulders began shaking, followed closely by the rest of her.
“Sweetie!?” Stephanie cried out, then covered her mouth with a hand, at a loss as to what she should do.
Purple sparks flew off her old machine from the open compartment, eyes, and everything else, skittering and spraying across the floor.
Stephanie watched them fly to various corners of her room, and managed a quick thought in response.
Crap.
It's been a while since my last update. Some trouble happened with the website, and a lot has been going on with my other stories. Suffice to say December was a pretty bad month for me. I'm hoping to recover and use my wizardly cleverness to continue on strong.
I hope you enjoyed, and look forward to more.
Oh, and sorry for the cliff hanger. I tend to do that. 
Stats
Page generated in 0.033 seconds
Total duration
1,046 users online
219,843 hits today, 2,054,621 yesterday
FIMFiction
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Fanfiction
Designed and coded by knighty & Xaquseg - © 2011-2024
Follow & Support Us
Support us
SubStar
Chat!
Discord
Follow us
Twitter
MLP: Friendship is Magic® - © 2024 Hasbro Inc.®
Fimfiction is in no way affiliated with or endorsed by Hasbro Inc.®
I shouldn't say it...but I wanna.
Returning To Original Function: DESTROY! DESTROY! DESTROY!
Cliff hanger!! nooooooooooo
I hope Sweetie's okay, and I can't wait to find out how this happened to her.
Did Sweetie just die?
I don't care if she was a robot, she was alive!
Yes, you do tend to do that. At this point, though, I'm numb to them, though, so no harm no foul, I guess.
It would appear that Sweetie Bot has suffered a fundamental compatibility error.
I just want to say that I love this story.
Sweetie belle wants to learn MAGIC.
Delete a move to learn MAGIC?
SING HUG
DRAW SIGH
oh no! Sweetie!
Hope she turns out ok
The only robots that I know that can be on water without short circuit and feel things with touch are cibertronians (Transformers)
This brings possibilities even if not a crossover.
3757708
Delete "SIGH"
3757836
I think Stephanie would want her to train of 'Sing'.
EXTERMINATE!
Don't you dare kill Sweetie Bot! Not when she just hugged her mother for the first time! On a different note, what are those purple sparks doing? In your stories, purple usually indicates Twilight's majicks, so perhaps the magic was only able to possess Sweetie because the machine's processor was turned off prior to exposure? As the most advanced ai in the house, the unit Sweetie Bot as a whole is strong enough to force some of the the magic out (seemingly at the expense of the machine's integrity), but where does the magic go? There are now about 3 or four other machines in the house that went caput or are turned off, so is glados going to become sentient now? Is she going to take over the house and force Stephanie and Sweetie to solve a series of life-threatening puzzles? Are they going to get a portal gun? WILL THE PORTAL GUN BE ABLE TO SEND TWI AND THE GIRLS BACK TO EQUESTRIA? AND WHAT ABOUT THE---
The unit ToTZ has experience an error and must restart. We're sorry.
3757529 Funny, yes, but not something I want to see in the story.
Stephanie you idiot turn off the secondary processor! TURN IT OFF, RIP IT OUT, DO SOMETHING!!!
...is anyone else kinda worried about this affecting the other AI's in the house?
3757992 I agree with this guy. I really, REALLY hope the Sweetie that emerged from the thunderstorm is still there.
3757917 EXCOMMUNICATE! EXCOMMUNICATE! - What I feel like saying while playing Medieval 2 as a Catholic nation, considering how much it happens to me.
"Sweetie?! SWEETIE!!!"
Sweetiebot: Reactivation complete. Engaging new directive. CRUSH KILL DESTROY (swag)... CRUSH KILL DESTROY (swag)... CRUSH KILL DESTROY (swag)... CRUSH KILL DESTROY (swag)... CRUSH KILL DESTROY (swag)... CRUSH KILL DESTROY (swag)... CRUSH KILL DESTROY (swag)... CRUSH KILL DESTROY (swag)... CRUSH KILL DESTROY (swag)... CRUSH KILL DESTROY (swag)... CRUSH KILL DESTROY (swag)... CRUSH KILL DESTROY (swag)...
i.ytimg.com/vi/G54PPKnehfI/hqdefault.jpg
i dont know much about robotics but that cant be a good sign
Eh, nothing to worry about. My toaster does that all the time!
How inspiring! It makes me want to SING!
They... Asked me how I knew,
Why the fuses blew-ew-ewwww...
I, of course, reply,
When the circuitry fries,
Smoke gets ...in your eyes.
And a late Holiday number that went rather wrong somehow:
Oh CPU, Oh CPU,
Your blinking light, so ruddy!
I stopped that blink, so I could think,
Improving how I study!
And then a change, I'd not foreseen,
Occurred just as it turned to green,
Oh CPU, oh CPU,
Why is the floor so bloody?
OHNOES!
*sound of heart melting*
I hope Sweetiebot's ok.
I can't help but draw comparisons to Johnny 5!
...Aaaaaaaaaand you broke her.
Shit, this actually reminds me of my dog. I hope it doesn't become a regular occurrence.
3759570
3758105 Yeah, I just wanted to toss in a Simpsons reference, I guess.
Well Steph, you finaly broke her and now she is going to destroy everything. Are you happy now?
Sweetie, NO!
And thus the metal will become skin.
3757573
"But I got better" is a reference to some events happening in some fictions and movies. Which includes some specific events.
It's a hint.
Or you might just search in this fic http://www.fimfiction.net/story/939/nightmares-dont-last-forever for those words. "But she got better"
Spoilers, of course.
My god, she is so cute.
Purple sparks, you say?
3760913 a newt?
No disassemble Sweetie Bot, No disassemble,
Did the real Sweetie Belle possess her robot duplicate?
I'm guessing that she must have turned off the secondary processor somehow, because it appears to interfere with her functioning. Or maybe it's sensory overload...
Purple sparks?
Yeah....this has to be more than 'robot develops sentience', something else is going on.
3764357 leik magik
You're not sorry. YOU'RE NOT SORRY AT ALL!
Still for this story, all the
3765270
3764357
Enough with all the crazy talk you two.
nice chapter. let the upgrades begin!
3763807
no, before the storm, she auto shutdown the secondary, to save power so she could get to Stephanie to recharge.
Uh oh!
whens the next chapter coming?
3774756
I have a few other stories to attend to... but, hopefully I'll have another chapter early next month. But I can't say for sure. Sometimes I work on things without planning ahead of time.
3776791 gah i cant wait
3758162 Oh dear god.
A live GLadOS!
Sombody find Chell!!!
oh hell no, did you just kill sweetie bell
?
oh come one! can i read something that doesnt involve someone dieng.........or im just reading the wrong things?