The second attempt at breakfast was more successful, the pony-bot entering the data into her memory banks for future reference -- do not dispose of uneaten food. "Does this meet with your satisfaction?" the pony-bot asked.
"Yes, TS, it does -- thanks!" the librarian offered happily, smiling at her creation again.
"These are very tasty," Spike announced, expressing his pleasure with the food quality.
"It pleases me to know you are happy," came the robot's response, though no emotion was evident in her statement. "Request next task."
"Um, organize the books in alpha by title," Twilight offered. The pony-bot moved very swiftly into the main room, using her telekinesis to levitate a great many books, memorizing every title and reshelving them alphabetically in the requested order. This task was performed in less than half an hour, much to the delight of the librarian and the dismay of the dragon, who seemed to glower at the robot.
"Twi, I think she's too good," Spike said, expressing a little apprehension at the pony-bot's efficiency.
"Don't tell me you're jealous, Spike!" she chided, offering a slight giggle.
"I think she's too good to be true," he grumbled. "I'm still upset that she zapped me!"
"Yeah, I think you're jealous, Spike!" she giggled.
"I'm not jealous!" he protested, shooting an angry glare at the pony-bot. The unhappy expression on his face was registered and recorded into her data bank for future reference and cross-referenced for a response.
"Please explain why you are unhappy," TS said as she turned her gaze to the dragon, who registered great surprise at having been noticed. He raised his eyebrows.
"Um, well -- uh -- it's nothing!" he said hurriedly and scampered upstairs, an expression of fear on his face.
"Twilight, why was Spike unhappy?"
"Oh, he's probably not used to something like you, TS. He just needs a little time to adjust, that's all. I think he's probably still a little upset that you zapped him -- he was hungry, and I guess those pancakes weren't too bad for him," she mused.
"I have been programmed to address such issues -- bacteria thrive on soiled food and can cause illness," the pony-bot replied flatly.
"Um, TS, if it's any trouble, please let me take care of disciplining Spike if he does something wrong. I will have to admit I was a bit shocked when you did that -- please don't do it again."
"As you wish, Twilight," the pony-bot replied before requesting yet another task.
"Nothing yet, but I would like for you to accompany me when we leave -- I would like to show you to everypony in town so they can get to know you!" the librarian stated proudly, a big smile on her face. "I think they'll be quite impressed!"
"As you wish. Entering sleep mode," TS intoned flatly before engaging her shut-down mode, her head lowering slightly and her eyes closing as she went into stand-by. Twilight marveled at the pony-bot's abilities and wrote down the results of her experiment in her diary, then in her log, then in a letter to Princess Celestia extolling its virtues. She went upstairs to check on her dragon assistant, who seemed to be cowering under his blanket.
"Spike, I need for you to send this letter off to the Princess," she announced.
"Is that thing gone?" he asked fearfully.
"She's downstairs in sleep mode. Come on, Spike, don't tell me you're afraid of her! I told her not to zap you any more. I need you to send this letter off for me, please."
"Let me check it out," he requested.
"Ugh! Just send it off as it is, Spike," the librarian responded in annoyance. "If you have any concerns about her, why not write your own letter to the Princess?"
"Hey, that's a good idea! I think I'll do just that!" the drake grinned.
"Me and my big mouth," she grumbled before going down to the basement to check on how well her pony-bot had tidied it. Spike was furiously scribbling on a piece of parchment his letter to the Princess as Twilight trotted down to the main room then down to the basement. She turned on the light and descended the steps and was shocked by what she saw.
"Where is everything?" she asked aloud, worry evident in her words. "My equipment! My notes! Everything! What happened to it?!" she asked frantically, flooding the entire basement with her illumination magic in an attempt to locate everything. The room was extremely clean, the floor spotless, the walls seemed to have been freshly painted no less. The librarian extinguished her illumination spell and trotted upstairs to the main room to confront her creation.
"TS, where is my equipment? I remember asking you to tidy the basement, but I can't find any of my stuff! What did you do with it?" asked an exasperated Twilight.
"You asked me to clean the basement -- you did not tell me what to do with all the junk laying around in it, so I disposed of it. Are you not pleased with the results? I have been programmed for optimization, and your request was such that I was forced to extrapolate your desire to its optimum outcome," the pony-bot replied flatly.
"My equipment! My notes! Do you have any idea of how much work I had invested in everything that was down there? Do you have any idea of how long it's going to take for me to replace all of it? All of the previous experiments I have conducted! All of the notes regarding those experiments! Ugh! I should have made my request a bit more specific!" the lavender unicorn complained, trotting circles around her robot assistant, who seemed to be perplexed by this display.
"I read all of your data and imported it into my memory banks. I shall replace your notes at once," TS announced. Another magic display by her creation left the librarian slack-jawed and wide-eyed in shock as the pony-bot proceeded to write all of the previous data in a large log-book she created by use of her magic. Twilight watched in amazement as multiple quills wrote simultaneously on multiple sheets of parchment, perfectly recreating all the notes she had taken.
"I can replace your equipment as well and I shall do that for you once I have finished your notes. I have discovered certain inaccuracies in your notes and am correcting them in the process --"
"Wait! I need the notes exactly as they were written! Even if there are inaccuracies! How am I supposed to learn from my mistakes if you correct them for me?"
"Recalibrating data. Rewriting as per request. Estimated time to completion -- five minutes," came the pony-bot's monotone reply, causing Twilight to open her mouth in amazement again.
"I can't believe this! You're amazing!!" she exclaimed.
"Amazing is a relative term, Twilight," TS responded flatly.