Bugsydor's Cryogenic FicFrag Storage

by Bugsydor

The Bug in the Buick

Author's Note:

This one was a response to Brumby Run on one of Admiral Biscuit's mechanic posts.

My automobile had been running poorly. Barely running at all, to be truthful. So I took it in to a mechanic.

I told the mare it had been acting strangely lately. It would turn on, but there was always a delay and it was always jerky when it started out, though it would smooth out after a few minutes. The muffler was acting odd, too: there was hardly any smoke coming out, and what little did smelled oddly sweet.

She asked if I'd taken a look under the hood. I embarrassedly told the mare that I loved the vehicle like a family pet, but my beautiful wife had absolutely forbidden me from working on anything mechanical after the pedalthopter incident.

As I was wending my way through that anecdote, she mosied around to the front of the vehicle and popped the hood open, and a belch of green flames greeted her immediately.

"Exactly what I was afraid of," she said. "Changelings."

Comments

[FanOfMostEverything]

Ironically, very few changelings try to feed on software engineers. Inexplicable malfunctions in the code inspires the kind of hatred that can empty a hive in a matter of seconds.

[Booster Spice]

9862685

Even worse when you have public launch code to defenstrate.

If you will excuse me, I have to apply more purity seals to my C.A.O.S powered aincient machine.

May the Paw of Mitchy be forgiving.

[SIGAWESOME]

At least she managed to get herself "owned" by a stallion that loves and cares for and dotes on his vehicles. Pity the poor changebug that hid himself in a Traffic Warden's cart...