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// Epilogue 
// Story: But That’s Impossible! 
// by Sollace 
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“So...”

Spike sucked in a long breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, and then pulling the feather duster back from the edge of Twilight’s bookshelves. He silently wrung the implement in his claws before, decidedly, setting it aside, wiping out the wrinkles from his apron, and turned back to look down at Twilight’s desk.

The Alicorn of Books, and benefits, was currently huddled behind her desk, muzzle pressed down over the last page of her junior thesis on sunology. A little quill danced in her magic, jotting down notes as she siphoned through another large tome.

“Um.” Spike coughed, clearing his throat. “What is this aragon stuff anyway?” he asked, then continued, starting down the back of the step ladder as she muttered, “Is it, like, the power source? Is that what causes the sun to burn so bright, or something?”

“Hm...” The quill paused, wavering as Twilight’s brow furrowed. She leaned back from the page, tapping a hoof to her chin as she thought. “It’s... possible,” said she. The quill continued scribbling, unattended as Twilight directed all of her attention to the young drake-turned maid. “There have been a lot of theories. Stepone Hawking, for example, wrote that aragon could be the driving force of our universe; that the more pressure you apply the harder it gets, and the hotter its rarefaction burns.”

“Huh.”

“Then again,” Twilight continued. She shrugged, and returned to her scribbling, pushing a fresh page under the quill moments before her desk became part of her dissertation. “I personally subscribe to the theory that it’s powered by short skirts and explosions.”

“Skirts?”

“Circuits, I meant circuits.”