Once Micro Chips had identified the exact nature of Twilight’s device, he was ready to share what he had found. “Alright--I’ve got it,” he spoke up at last. “These are…well, nanomachines.”
“Wait what?!” Spike yelped, only to be shushed by Micro.
“Shhhh! Everyone else is still asleep!” he said in a hushed whisper.
“Oh, sorry…” Spike lowered his voice, “I was just shocked to hear that since I thought Twilight had given up on that project.”
Confused, Flash would offer a question. “Why would she give up on something so important to her?”
“Remember what I mentioned in the story?” Spike asked, “Apparently Micro wanted to experiment with nanomachines as well for the purpose of…” he turned to Micro and requested more details, “What was it again?”
“Modular biothermal control,” Micro explained, “So that people who are less fortunate wouldn’t need to worry about keeping warm.”
Spike snapped his paw fingers and continued, “That’s it. I suppose Twilight decided to give up if she figured Micro Chips would be working on something similar.” His expression dropped as he looked at the ground and sighed, “Wish she had more confidence in herself. She’d be able to do amazing things if she just focused on herself instead of how other people think about her.”
Flash sat back against the chair and sighed. “Hmm…yeah, I can relate to that. Probably something I need to start doing too.”
“We can worry about that later,” Micro turned the conversation away from their past and towards what they’d do next. “I’ve already started to figure out methods in regards to how we’ll use this. Spike--doesn’t Sunset have a journal for communication of some sort?”
Spike nodded, wagging his tail, “That’s right. That journal is how she contacts Princess Twilight in Equestria. Buuuuut it’s probably in her locker at school. Why do ya ask?”
Micro Chips had started to clean up the petri dishes, and loaded the nanomachines into a syringe that he carried with his other supplies. “Because I think we’ll be able to make smarter moves if we know what our enemy is capable of. This is the work of Equestrian magic, so Princess Twilight should have the answers we need. These nanomachines will allow me to get inside of the school unnoticed and without conflict against the zombified girls.”
“Sounds reasonable enough,” Flash replied while eyeing the needle, “...But are you prepared to use that? Shouldn’t you test it first?”
“That’s just it,” Micro lamented as he stared at the needle, “There’s no time to run any sort of tests. We’re ultimately limited by whatever that weird, shapeshifting lady plans to do next. So if it means finishing Twilight’s work in order to save everyone, then that’s just what I’ll have to do.”
Spike opened his mouth to say something, but closed it almost immediately after. There were simply no words to describe how grateful, yet fearful he felt. If there really was no other option, and Micro Chips was just as smart as Twilight, then that meant he knew best…right?
“...No. I can’t get all emotional,” the little canine thought to himself, “I trust him. We will save Twilight and everyone else.”
Since he wasn’t very knowledgeable in regards to this sort of technology, all Flash could do was place his faith in Micro Chips as well. “...As long as you know what you’re doing, bud,” he replied, “No matter what happens, we’re in this together.”
Micro looked at them both and replied with a quiet nod as he injected himself with the nanomachines. Surprisingly, it didn’t look as if he suffered any pain until…
“...”
Thud.
As soon as Micro placed the syringe down, his body went limp as he hit the floor.
“Woah, are you alright?!” Flash yelled as he got up.
Spike hurried over to him and placed an ear to his chest. Once he did, his expression of fear changed to that of relief. “Alright…he’s breathing. I think he’s just sleeping.”
Flash was relieved to hear this also. “Whew…alright, that’s good.” He yawned, and stretched his arms, “Aaah…we should probably sleep ourselves as it’s getting late.”
“Good idea,” Spike replied as he walked around in a circle and settled himself down on the carpet, “We’ll…have better states of mind tomorrow…”
“Yeah…g’night I guess,” Flash said as he tried to take a step…but immediately fell asleep on the carpet as well.
On the other side of the city…
Acida had gotten off of the bus and walked the rest of the way up to the planetarium. On her way there, she could see a lone groundskeeper who was busy raking leaves into a pile. “Perfect,” she thought to herself, “A nice little appetizer before the main course begins.”
She approached the worker and called out. “Excuse me. Is this place the highest point in the city?”
“Er, I suppose so?” said the groundsman as he stopped his raking in order to look up at her. “Why? You got something planned, miss--”
The man’s words were interrupted once a green aura was suddenly forced around his neck, causing him to struggle and squirm desperately.
But it was all for naught as Acida forcefully pressed her lips against his, and gave him a kiss of death--forcing the man into a shriveled husk who appeared to no longer be breathing…
“Hmmm…so humans do have some sort of power,” she muttered to herself whilst licking her lips, “I could get used to this.”