A unicorn shoved his glasses back to their original position and continued to work on his newest invention. It wasn't going to be perfect, but it would be a step for a new Equestrian world of technology. The stallion used his horn to fetch a wrench. He used the wrench to screw in a bolt, almost finishing the project. The upper part of the project seemed like a normal pony; if it weren't for the lines, nails, and bolts. His eyes looked completely normal, and his mane would look like any normal pony's would. As he fixed the last bolt into place, he smiled at himself for this accomplishment.
"Purple Shine! Are you still in there?"
Ugh, his name again. He hated that name.
"Yeah, I just fixed the last bolt for my project, called Pobot!" The unicorn inventor exclaimed to the voice upstairs, which belonged to a mare.
An earth pony came marching down the stairs with a mixture of light green and aqua as her mane, the mane not matching her coat, which was tan.
"Pobot? That's the dumbest name I've ever heard." The mare named Orange Fruit said, rolling her eyes. The room Inventor P was in was quite small. It only had a workbench, some tools, and a Doctor Whooves lunchbox next to the inventor.
"Could you think of a better name?" Purple Shine, or as he preferred, Inventor P sighed. Orange Fruit never really had a good imagination. He did all the creative thinking while she did all the logical thinking.
Orange Fruit put her hoof on her chin, thinking. "You have a point. I guess Pobot is the best name for these circumstances."
"Well, I'm gonna test this out." Inventor P exclaimed excitedly as he walked over to a control panel next to the robot. He pressed it with his hoof, but nothing happened for the first few seconds. Both Orange Fruit and Inventor P seemed confused. Inventor P was more confused than Orange Fruit, though. She thought that his plans either:
A.) Didn't work
B.) Didn't behave like it should have normally.
C.) Wanted to take over Equestria.
D.) Fell in love with Inventor P and tried to clop him every chance it got. (That option only happened once; long story.)
"Um . . . ." Orange Fruit was confused. Was this the 'magnificent' inventor her coltfriend told her about? He was an amateur inventor, trying to get into a college for technology. Secretly, Orange Fruit believed he would never get in, but she didn't want to hurt her coltfriend's feelings. It's the pony way to try to not hurt another pony's feelings.
But that's when things started happening.
The robot's eyes opened, just like a regular pony's, and sat up. Inventor P's eyes widened in happiness, as did Orange Fruit's, but more in astonishment. Inventor P jumped up in down and shouted. He'd never been so proud before.
The ropony looked around. "What--is--this--place?" The robot's voice sounded like it cut out after each word.
"Yeah . . . I'll have to work on that." The stallion said, rubbing his hoof on the back of his head. "I programmed every word known to pony in his system, but I have to stop him from cutting the words off.
Orange Fruit realized. "So even . . . those words?"
Inventor P nodded, which Orange Fruit made a face in disgust. "And why do you keep saying it is a boy? Did you program the way a boy behaves, even the puberty?" Inventor P nodded again, and Orange Fruit made a face in disgust again, as in routine.
"Well, we have to visit Princess Celestia for clarification of this, like roaming done the streets or something. There may be some glitches here or there, but I think it's going to be fine. By the way, what should I name him?"
Orange Fruit once again thought. "Bolt Flash." She said, looking at the horn of the robot.
"Please--don't--do--that--sir." Bolt Flash said in a mixture of words. The reason he said that to Orange Fruit was because she was up close and personal and Bolt Flash needed personal space. Orange Fruit didn't know, but Inventor P created fake memories for him. His mother and father always invited other ponies over, and they'd get all over his face. Ever since the last 'play date' they had, which turned into more of a disaster than a play date, he hated ponies who got up in his face.
Orange Fruit was angered by that statement, but Inventor P quickly stepped in. "Erm, he's only programmed to say 'sir'. Heh. Sorry. I'll fix that right away. Y'know, I haven't thought it through. If Princess Celestia is a mare, and we need him to be clar-"
"Just fix him later. I'm gonna plant more. That robot gave me a headache." She said as she walked upstairs, back to the garden.