Printer Seeds
Buy One, Plant One
Admiral Biscuit
I was in the middle of installing a new hard drive in a desktop when my phone rang.
Instead of letting it go to voicemail right away, I glanced over at the display, and for once it wasn’t a scammer telling me that the warranty on my car was about to expire. It was a friend.
I set down my screwdriver and pushed the green phone icon. “Terrence.”
“Hey, it’s Sprout. I know it’s a Saturday, and I hate to bother you on your day off, but I got a bit of a problem over here.”
“What kind of a problem?”
“Uh . . . it’s a printer problem.”
“Printer, got it. I’m in the middle of a build; is it urgent?”
“Not super urgent,” she said. “I don’t wanna pull you away from paying work, but—”
“Gotcha. Let me wrap this up, and I’ll head on over.”
“Thanks!”
I heard a couple clunks and a few random beeps as she tried to disconnect the call and finally succeeded. Sprout had mixed luck when it came to human tech. I’d shown her the advantages of a computer versus the clunky pony typewriter she’d been using, and she actually understood that rather quickly. We had to do some experimenting when it came to input devices, finally settling on a stylus for mousing purposes and a combination of a weird sliding-platter keyboard along with voice-to-text.
Sprout was generally smart enough to not fool around with settings. She kept a printed sheet next to her keyboard to remind her how to get into infrequently-used programs, and had desktop shortcuts for the commonly-used ones.
Overall, of all the friends I provided tech support for, she was the least likely to download a virus or manage to somehow delete something she relied on.
***
After verifying that the computer recognized the new disk drive, I screwed the case back on, packed up my tools, and headed over to Sprout’s house.
She lived on the north side of town, in a sleepy little neighborhood with big trees and large lawns. It was a little too rural for my tastes, but suited her well. She’d complained once about not being able to raise chickens in her yard, but nobody had complained about her landscaping. Flowers in front, garden in back. Even the driveway was landscaped; she’d put down raised boxes full of dirt for more flowers.
It was a pony thing.
I parked on the street and thought about grabbing my toolbag, but couldn’t think of much I could do to actually fix a printer.
Her front door was open and I could see her inside, actually working at her computer. She’d put it in the living room because she liked being able to see out the big bay window into her yard when she worked, and I couldn’t fault her for that.
I knocked on the screen door to be polite, and she turned her head. “Oh, hi, Terrence. Come in.”
“Thanks.” I thumbed the latch and pulled it open, then walked across the living room. “So you said a printer problem? What’s wrong, it won’t print?”
Sprout glanced over at her printer. “Oh, no, this one works fine. That’s not the problem. Hold on a second, I gotta save this.” She picked up the stylus and clicked the screen. “It’s out back.”
“Out . . . back?”
“Right, so last month I was at Office Max getting some more paper and a new printer seed, ‘cause the old one stopped working.”
I nodded and followed her down the hallway. She called the ink cartridges ‘printer seeds,’ and it was too adorable to correct her. She knew the part number and knew how to buy them, so it was a harmless little thing.
“And I usually put them in the little envelopes and send them back like you’re supposed to.”
“You can just return them directly to Office Max,” I said. I was pretty sure they took them.
“They do? Then how come they have mail-in envelopes folded up in the package?”
“For if you get them somewhere else. Like Wal-Mart or wherever.”
“Oh.”
Her back door was also open, and as soon as I got a look at her garden I saw the problem.
“How does this even happen?”
Her ears drooped. “I was hoping you could tell me.”
“It’s not like printers grow on trees,” I muttered.
“No, that’s a vine.”
“Yes, a vine, of course it is.” I felt like I was in a daze as I walked down her back porch steps.
“I was expecting a tree, that’s what the sign said, that’s why I planted it where I did. Even if printer seeds are obviously from tubers, but that’s not what the picture showed.”
I only vaguely registered what she was saying. Her whole backyard had been given over to rows of plants, less neatly arranged than a typical human garden would have been.
Not that it wasn't orderly, because it was. But she didn’t believe in segregating crops like most humans did; she put plants that got along next to each other, so she had beanstalks climbing her cornstalks, sunflowers presiding over tomato cages, pasture grasses around the fruit trees, and so on.
Sticking out like a sore thumb was a thick vine, trailing across a patch of clover. And sprouting from that vine were dozens of printers, small units towards the narrow end of the vine all the way down to a fully-featured commercial laser unit near where the vine poked through the ground.
There was no way this wasn’t an elaborate prank, there was no way it could be anything but. Her friends or my friends had set it up just to mess with me.
Except that the cases were soft and pliable, and the writing on them wasn’t in English. The smaller printers looked just like full-size printers which had been shrunken down, or not matured yet.
Except that they were very clearly attached to the vine, and there was an unmistakable greenness to most of the plastic. If it even was plastic.
“Is this what normally happens?” Sprout asked.
I paused before answering—I felt like I’d just been slapped upside the head with a trout. “This?”
“Yeah.”
“Actual printers growing on an actual vine?”
She nodded.
I gave her the honest answer. “I can’t say I’ve ever seen this before. How did you do this?”
“I planted the printer seed. They’re expensive and I thought I could grow my own, but I must have done it wrong because all I’m getting is printers and there’s only one or two seeds in each one. Is that how they normally grow?” She scratched her chin. “Maybe that’s why the seeds are so expensive, and the printers aren’t. Or maybe it was the wrong kind. Maybe I shouldn’t have used a high-yield printer seed.”
“Printer seeds—I mean, ink cartridges don’t grow, they’re made in a factory.”
“Are you sure?”
I looked back over at the printer vine and its crop of half-ripe printers. I actually wasn’t sure any more. Talking ponies was weird, the way she could magically magnet things to her forehooves was weird; were printer vines any weirder?
Yes.
“I’m sure. There are factories that make all the circuit boards and chips and other factories that put them all together. Printers don’t grow on trees.”
“Vines.”
“Or vines. Or any other kind of plant. Even if you somehow managed to make that happen. This isn’t some kind of elaborate prank, is it? Because if it is, it’s brilliant.”
She shook her head. “I was just trying to grow my own printer seeds, instead of having to buy them all the time. I thought that’s what HP wanted.”
“What they wanted?”
“They had a sign at Office Max saying that they could be planted.”
“No, they didn’t.”
“Did, too. They said to buy one and plant one.”
“There is no way that they had a sign that said that. You must have misread it.”
***
Sprout didn’t have a car of her own, but wasn’t opposed to riding in one. I opened the door for her, and she hopped up and tugged the seatbelt across her chest with her teeth.
It wasn’t really made for her physique, but better than nothing. The first time I’d seen her sitting in a car seat I’d thought it was strange and then it had started to look almost natural, at least from the waist up.
I checked the mirror before pulling out on the street, then when we were underway asked her which Office Max she’d gone to, just in case it wasn’t the one in town.
“Maple Valley Mall,” she said. “That’s the closest, and the omnibus stops right out front.”
That was the mall I’d first met her at, kicking butt playing DDR in the arcade. Four legs were better than two at that game.
***
In hindsight, after seeing an actual printer vine, the fact that there was indeed such a sign at Office Max was unsurprising.
Admittedly, the fine print in no way suggested actually planting a printer or an ink cartridge; it instead said that for each printer purchased, HP would plant a tree.
Just the same, I had earned Sprout’s stuck-out tongue, and bowed my head in defeat.
“I ought to go in there and complain,” she said.
I tried to imagine how that would go, eventually deciding that as entertaining as it would be, it was best to dissuade her. “No, don’t do that. It’s not their fault. They get their ads from someone else. Besides, were you really harmed by your little experiment?”
“Not really.” She leaned back in the seat. “Just some wasted time. What am I going to do with all those printers, though?”
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Special thanks to Bugsydor, who suggested the name “Terrence,” and Sir-Not-Appearing-In-This-Fic for pre-reading!
Inspired by seeing this advert in front of an Office Max just today.
EDIT: People who downvote are in the pocket of BIG PRINTER
Sprout, you just took natural order and trampled it beneath your hooves.
Huh.
This...
Huh.
I've seen a lot of fanfic in my day, so I'm not sure why printers growing on a vine in the backyard caused such a mental hiccough, but...
Talk about Earth Ponies being Too Good at growing stuff.
This... is all kinds of perfect!
Finally an explanation for the dirt cheap printers and the highly expensive cartridges. Thanks, I needed this. :)
shame it didn't grow ink cartridges. i'd LOVE to have an ink-cartridge vine.
now i'm wondering what happens if she plants a hard drive. computers? start with laptops, basic desktops, then gaming comps, then supercomputers?
However Sprout did it, scientists will be all over that vine. Especially if the printers work. The intriguing organic plastics and electronics... the whole thing is probably biodegradable. So much the could be applied even without Earth Pony magic!
I’m reminded of the Lamppost in Narnia. Maybe that’s what Earth Ponies do, revive and join the song of creation. The magic in Equestria Girls, at a minimum, is rooted in music. And it’s called Harmony for a reason. Not to mention we already saw the music in your ghost story...
Well why am I not surprised that this happened. I blame Discord as this just sounds right up his ally.
Earth ponies are OP.
Ah, sort of like the Garfield comic where he thought he could grow chickens by planting chickens in the ground. This is amusing.
9 comments, zero views. Great tracking!
Pony's gonna pony.
Earth ponies can grow anything. Literally. Anything!
Can i have Sprout as a neighbor? Printers have many interesting Parts in then - usually a few motors, several sensors, sometimes some nice buttons, metal rods and rubber rollers ...
Just wait until she finds out about seed money.
Yard
SALE
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Ask Discord about the natural order sometime :p
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Quoted for truth
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Fortunately, xkcd tells us that being able to magically print money wouldn’t put a dent in the economy.
https://what-if.xkcd.com/23/
The King of cute ponies on Earth slice of life strikes again!
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Could they grow ventilators and surgical masks? The idea reminds me of the (now retconned) Yuuzhan Vong from Star Wars.
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If nothing else, sometimes they have those NEMA motors and some nice shafts and stuff in them, could build a 3D printer from them. (Unless those can be grown too?)
And a big full-featured laser printer *would* be nice to have, especially if it's color and/or wide format.
I wonder what sort of seeds would be needed to grow a plotter with? (And would you need "heritage" printer seeds to grow a daisy-wheel printer? Heh, that sounds like something all the ponies would try to buy just from hearing the name alone... Ooh, I bet with the right seeds you could even grow an old IBM 1403 line printer, one of those would be neat to have...)
Beautiful.
I'm just about to go outside and do some vege gardening for some Lockdown sustenance.
Should I try printer planting, I wonder ?
So that's why printers appear alive and won't do what you told them to do: they are alive, and they won't do what you told them to do 'cause you keep banging them upside the head.
Lesson learned: be nice to your printers. Water them twice a day.
She needs to be careful. I hear printer vines attract beetles. The last thing she wants is a bunch of Volkswagens swarming her garden...
Yet another Admiral Biscuit weirdness fic to add to the library...
I'll bet it sucks minerals out of the soil like crazy.
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"...and that's how I got a sole-author paper in Nature and became the most-cited 'scientist' of the 2020s."
Forget the Gold or Silver standard. Currency should be backed by Toner.
New collectible craze started by Earth ponies: bonsai appliances.
Oh boy, this opens up a lot of possibilities. I'd really like to find out how this can be
abused for fun and profit for things other than printers.Printers are getting cheaper than ink cartridges -- it is thereby logical that a printer plant would have fewer carts than actual printers.
I just spit my beverage out on my monitor from laughing so hard.
Can she grow me a new one?
I saw this in the feature box. I read the the title and the blurb. Then I said to myself, "That's Biscuit, isn't it."
And it turns out I was right.
Well...
Just so long as she doesn't find and plant an AOL CD. That'd be worse than kudzu.
I wonder if you could convince an Earth Pony that bullets are gun seeds.
Reminds me of the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. There's an offhand comment about interstellar societies not manufacturing simple things like screwdrivers... Because on some planet somewhere it can be found growing on trees.
I don't think you ever described what Sprout looks like for us.
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Matress Swamp planet?
One of the first things that came to mind was the thought that some companies would be looking to sue the pony who pulled that off.
This was a delightfully silly little short.
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That’s the very definition of what it is to be an earth pony.
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Because it’s completely insane? Moreso than a soup pipeline, even?
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They’re never too good at growing stuff.
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Remember, only one or two seeds per printer (four if you’ve got a color laser printer).
I legit did have friends back in the day who’d just buy a new printer when the ink ran out in theirs, since it was apparently cheaper to buy a new Lexmark than an ink cartridge for a Lexmark.
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We all would, honestly.
That might occur to Terrence, too. What would happen if she planted computer parts?
I feel like computers probably would grow on trees.
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Can you imagine trying to explain to both a botanist and computer scientist together what your process was?
It’s the song of the land, and the earth ponies especially can hear it and shape it.
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What if the ponies were the ones who accidentally created Discord?
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Darn right they are.
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Difference is, Sprout wasn’t entirely wrong . . . she did grow printers.
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There’s a whole YT video by Tom Scott explaining some of the reasons that live tracking isn’t always accurate.
I dunno if Knighty’s got multiple servers, but I do know that it doesn't update viewcount live, presumably to save bandwidth.
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She will probably be disappointed yet again that she didn't get a tree,. She'll be expecting a money tree, but given that US currency is mostly cotton it would likely grow on a cotton plant.
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Damn right they can.
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I know, right? Terrence is thinking the wrong way here--the possibilities of growing printers at the very least would yield all sorts of interesting printer parts, likely a bargain at the price. Let her take the ‘seeds’ out for her printer, and use the rest of the printer for something else.