Twilight Quantum Electronics

by Kentavritsa

An Offer: 2

Author's Note:

Headmaster's POV

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I had arrived at my office, stepping into the room; only to find a package, on my desk.

"Curious, I had not been expecting a package, or even any mail, today!" I ponder, as I am stepping up to the desk before me.

I pull out the chair, sit down, pull the chair back in.

Of course, I could not help but noticing the package on the top of my desk; just as I did notice the envelope lying, resting comfortably on the top of the fairly large, beige box.

"Guess I should be reading the letter first, and not just because it is on the top of the stack!" I ponder, as I am picking it up, breaking the seal.

With the seal broken, I reach into the envelope; extracting the sheet of paper, holding it up before me.

The letter had been addressed to me in person, of course; naming me, in the position of the Headmaster. This is in order, based on my position; I had not expected the mail, but the letter is correctly addressing me all the same.

"Let me see; what I have, before me!" I mumble to myself, as I am starting to read the letter

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"Dear Headmaster!

I am Twilight Sparkle, representing the Twilight Quantum Electronics.

Now, I am offering you, to see the marvels of what technology can provide, in order to make your life easier; both in person and for your faculty.

If you do not mind; I would love to demonstrate, what I have to offer.

With your permission, I could install the solar panels onto your roof, thus providing you with free electricity for the foreseeable future. If you accept my offer; this would also take care of roof maintenance, of course.

I supply the specs on the back, so you can get a picture of my offer.

Yours sincerely, Twilight Sparkle of the Twilight Quantum Electronics

Ps: I will also include a working model, in the form of a panorama Cottage.

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"Such beautiful handwriting!" Is the first thought to strike me; "This is indeed handwriting, but looks as neat, as if it had been printed!" I realize; "Who would put in the effort, these days?" I conclude.

Of course, I will have to examine the offer further. I turn the page over, reading up on the specs such as presented to me.

"Do I dare accepting this offer, based off of the specs as presented and the formal style it is in; considering how these specs had to be either fraudulent claims, or well above not just the civil standards but also the military and probably the first stage research?" I ponder; "While I guess I could try to confirm the validity of the patterns involved, as well as the standings of the business making the offer!" I consider; "However, I will have to evaluate the sample, before I can act!" I conclude.

"The Panorama cottage had to be the content of the package!" I realize; "I guess that would explain quite a few things!" I ponder.

I put the letter into the envelope, for later studies; before I set it aside, turning my attention onto the package upon which the envelope had been resting.

With the package on my desk, before me; I carefully break the seal, hoping I neither damage the content, nor set of a trap of any sort. However, the offer proves genuine enough, as I do find the quality crafting of the promised cottage inside.

"Oh!" I exclaim.

This is a two story building, intended for one single family of regular size. A man, a woman and two children; going by the outwards appearance. The roof had been lain with black panels, appearing as if it had been copper painted black; but with a glossy quality, almost like a mirror.

There is a beautiful wooden fence and a mailbox, four standard looking streetlights and a light illuminating the porch. If I am looking inside, I see standard indoors lighting, as if a family had indeed been living there in style right now.

The doors and windows can be opened. But just as a doll-house; you can open the building to see the interior, and play with it. For demonstrative purposes, of course.

"Batteries included" a label reads.

I follow the instructions, and the solar panels are activated. These had apparently not been active, just as the battery in a toy had not been connected in the toy. Had the panels been active, or the batteries connected; it would have ruined the demonstration, or the batteries would have been drained before the toy reaches the child.

Once activated, the light flickers on, in the manner expected; as if I had been walking into my home, not all at once. Yet, I can see the lights shining quite bright; maybe a bit much for my sensibilities.

Surprisingly enough, there is a stove, a fridge and a freezer in the kitchen. Just as every other expected appliance had been installed beforehand; just as if someone is actually living in the cottage.

While everything is miniature, in scale; everything is still fully operational or functional, as if someone had been living there. Even the Television set, in the form of a large LED screen.

"If only I had had a dress-up doll; then I would have had clothes, to wash in this washing-machine!" I ponder in obvious bemusement.

In shock, I realize the television is indeed fully functional; as it is activated, and a program is coming on.

"Someone had put insane efforts into this Panorama!" I realize, in overt chock.

She had indeed been doing her home-work, reading up on everything required in order to produce this panorama; but not only had she understood what these things mean, she had managed to incorporate the theory into the production of functional items.

"Secretary, I need you to confirm the numbers of a few patterns; could you come right now, urgently?" I inquire.

"Urgently?" she inquires, dropping everything she had before her, stepping into my office.

"Yes.." I respond; "Normally, I would not have considered; but the effort put into the presentation, aside from the specs presented demands it!" I explain, as my secretary stands before me.

She is accepting the envelope I had received; "Of course!" Angeline merely responds, as she walks back to her desk.

I know she will be digging up everything I had asked of her. However, I expect it to take her a while to get to the bottom, of what I had been demanding out of her. These things usually do.

Regardless, of the outcome of her investigation; I will have to make a few calls, while I intend to humour whomever had sent the offer.

Five minutes later, Angeline returns.

"Sir, the patterns are in order!" she explains; "However; the Twilight Quantum Electronics is established mere days back!" she enlightens me.

"Since the patterns are filed and in order, I guess it is correct to proceed!" I respond.

"I guess I should have been expecting it, based on the name of the business!" I offer.

"If I may ask; but what does the words Twilight, Quantum and Electronics even mean in context?" Angeline inquires, cautiously.

"I dare not speculate, but it sounds insanely advanced; which is an instant red flag!" I prompt.

"The specs given are not just above expected, which would have been looking good; but these are so far ahead of the pack, it looks like someone is either pranking us or offer something you dare not accept!" she offers.

"I will have to report this offer; but if it proves genuine, they will be flaying me if I have not accepted!" I point out.

"Divided loyalties.." Angeline breathes; "you just found yourself in the demonic pit!" she exclaims, as she is hasting out of my office, in order to return to her regular duties.

I could not blame her, and she is indeed right.

"Balancing the needs and desires of the staff and professors against the needs and demands of the students is child's play here!" I ponder.

"May you live in interesting times.." I mutter to noone in particular, reminded of the ancient curse.

Oh, but of course the technology and specs had to prove correct. Just that the output promised had been on the shy or cautious end; not an overestimation as I had been expecting.

"Now, I will just have to formulate the letter of acceptance; authorizing the installation of these solar panels.." I ponder.

"An offer, you can't refuse!" she mumbles, guffawing, as she had returned to her desk.

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