A few days had passed and the very first trial run of their new delivery system was ready to go. Everything seemed in tip top shape. The receiver in the headband was functioning properly. The receiver it was connected to was syncing in real-time. Everything was all set.
“All set Pinkie? Remember what I told you?” Mr. Cake said, passing off the box of fresh donuts.
“Yepperoni. This nifty headband thingy will be tracking where I go and ensuring that customers know where the food is at all times. I then deliver the food to the destination which is conveniently written on the receipt on the box. Easy-peasy.”
“Okay. Good luck. Make us proud.”
Pinkie proceeded to look down on the receipt: “123 Paisley Avenue”. Oh, I know where that is! That’s where Derpy and Dinky live. I can be there in a flash.
Pinkie ran down the street at full speed ahead. As much as she wanted to, Pinkie couldn't just take an instantaneous shortcut. This test was to determine the equipment's accuracy and Pinkie couldn't mess with the results. Especially if it might make the equipment seem faulty, and will make the Cakes buy a replacement unnecessarily. Then Pinkie proceeded to knock at the door.
“Delivery!” Pinkie shouted.
The door opened and Derpy walked outside.
“That was quick. Me and my little muffin thank you greatly. Though I thought you worked for the Cakes, not Donut Joe. And why isn’t Donut Joe using that fancy robot delivery pony?”
Pinkie gasped "This wasn't even supposed to be my delivery"
“I still work for the Cakes. What’s this about a robo-pony?! Oh no! Robo ponies are going to take over all the jobs and there won’t be any left for us working ponies.”
“This shall not stand!”
Pinkie exclaimed, pointing towards the sky with her right front hoof.
“Appreciate that. Fight the good fight for all of us delivery ponies. Speaking of deliveries, can I have my donuts?”
“Oh yeah. Here you go. The Sugarcube Corner hopes you have a great day.”
Pinkie handed over the donuts. And Derpy promptly paid her dues.
Pinkie peered over them ensuring that she would return over the correct number of bits. Last thing she wanted was to have the Cakes be short-changed or have customers overpay.
“Let’s see twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven. Heya Derpy, I think you gave me too big of a tip.”
Pinkie was about to give back the extra bits when Derpy pushed them back over.
“A gift from me to you. We gotta support each other, you know.”
Pinkie wrapped her forelegs around Derpy. It sure felt nice to have another pony have her back against the machines.
“Thank you Derpy. And give my regards to Dinky.”
Derpy waved her off.
“Good luck on leading the robot resistance. I’ll be rooting for ya.”
The door was shut and the order was deemed a success. Pinkie took a deep breath and started to walk back to the Sugarcube Corner only to hear a loud metallic clanging noise. She initially thought she hit a trash can or some kind of carriage.
Pinkie looked up at what she ran into. It looked like a silver pony. Only with wheels instead of hooves and glowing red eyes. And right on the center of its barrel was a large red button with a picture of a house on it.
"Omg is that a robo-pony?? Begone evil doer." Pinkie immediately pressed the red button.
"Order canceled. Returning home. ", it said in an eerie disjointed electronic voice. It rotated around with a hum and sped off in the distance. All the way back to Donut Joe's.
Pinkie trudged back towards the Sugarcube Corner, her thoughts about the robo-pony weighing heavily on her mind. "I wish I could have just thrown it a party. But they're gunning for your job Pinkie. No more job; no more super-duper special parties; no more smiles in Equestria. It's better this way."