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// Questioning. Researching answers on Wikipedia. 
// Story: SMP-5N 
// by Okhlahoma Beat-Down 
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The only real sound I was making as I moved along was the sound of heavy footsteps, thanks to the oil-and-polish session from a few minutes before. I had been told that Princess Luna would be in her tower, which soared over every other building in Equestria, so it would be a simple matter of rocket thruster jumping up some stairs, and then answering the questions she wanted to ask. When I was almost at the door to the room she was in, it creaked open, revealing a very different looking Princess. She had her mysterious energy-based hair flowing behind her in a pony tail, a small red pair of reading glasses, and a white button-up shirt on. I could only assume this was a stereotypical psychiatrist outfit. She looked at me with an unchanging face as I approached, halting in front of the black door.
"Enter." she said in a monotone voice, sounding almost bored. I did as asked, crouching to enter the doorway, and I was greeted by a strange room. Inside was an almost 'high ranking doctor' feel to the room, with a hardwood floor, deep blue carpet in a splash-like split between both surfaces. On one side was an Oak desk, with a steaming cup of coffee on the top along with several piles of paperwork. On the carpet, however, was a set of chairs. One was a match for another that had been moved aside to make way for a steel girder that was bent to act as a lounge, but the other smaller chair, no doubt for the Princess, had deep red felt with gold trim on it, as well as some cushions.
"Greetings, Princess." I said calmly. "I might ask if this is a psychiatric session. AIs are programmed to experience very little, if any, emotion. Your over-sexualised representation of a psychologist's common outfit has been in vain." Luna blushed furiously.
"This is not sexualised in any way!" she retorted. "And this has nothing to do with your psychology, 'tis but a questioning about humans." She gestured to the girder. "Lie down please." I acknowledged, approaching the girder and attempting as little damage to the floor as possible, I sat on the edge of the girder, rotated my upper body 90° to the right, and lowered myself onto the makeshift couch, scraping against it as my legs slipped on. I reclined as far as I could: but it was very awkward. Luna, meanwhile, elegantly moved to the chair opposite, and sat in it calmly. "First question, how do humans respirate?" she asked bluntly.
"Lungs, as with many other organic creatures." I replied. It wad common knowledge that lungs contained small sacs that filled with air, removing old CO² from the bloodstream to replace it with O² for muscle energy. Obvious. Luna wrote this down with a quill, the quiet ticking of a clock and scratching of a quill being the few noises as I stared at the ceiling.
"OK...next question. How many tentacles can you summon?" she asked. I mentally blinked.
"May I ask where you received this idea of tentacles from?" I replied. Luna was confused.
"We had humans here before even my sister and I were around, and I never received the opportunity to study one." she replied. "I am merely taking my knowledge from history books."
"History books here are incorrect on this topic." I responded. "Better to call upon a human than machine to answer it. He may also bear psychological problems for you to sort out with your over-sexualised outfit."



We did this for a few hours, until night came. This was when my Logic Sensors broke, due to the Princess simply levitating the moon into the sky. I recorded it, and it still confuses Hyperion Engineers to this day as to the levels of energy required to move the moon. However, I saw it happen, so I still know it is true. I also noted the lack of control over my own optic sensor as Handsome Jack himself zoomed in on her backside and stared at it. It had no effect on me, but I could hear him going 'dayum', so likely he enjoyed the view. Luna then returned to the chair, and levitated me onto my feet.
"That will be all." she sighed. "You are aware of your room for the next few nights?" I processed for a moment.
"Negative." I replied.
"Come come then, my little loader," she smiled, before leading me out of the room and down the stairs. It was late at night, and it seemed all the golden guards had either mutated into bat-pony hybrids via Uranium poisoning, or had simply changed shifts. Remembering I had Uranium in my optical sensor anyway, I considered the former of those options. The Princess led me to a familiar door; the same one where the storeroom was kept that housed my squad and I for a night.
"There." she beamed, the smile falling from her face slightly as she noted my stare at the room. "...you don't like it, do you?" I looked at the small blue Princess.
"Negative." I responded. "It is the only place that can accomodate me. That makes it perfect. Appreciations, Princess. I will see you later." Nodding and trotting away, Luna gave me a weak smile and left the quiet hallway. Slowly, I entered the room. In the middle of the room, as there was when I left it, there was the 25X25 cube of crates, the dust doodles, and a large hulk of metal in the corner. I looked closer at the metal thing. It had a glowing red light, two legs, and arms, one of which had a shield.
"BUL." I said.
"Acknowledged."
"Why are you still here?"
"I am a Guard's Pet, now. His identification order is Corporal Sharp Eye, an Austallion."
"Acknowledged. I am to power down now."
"Acknowledged. Safe video-cross referencing."
"Gratitude." I said finally. Then, I did no further business in questioning BUL as to how he still existed, and folded into a box. Then, I was able to power down, and cross-reference the images of Princess Luna's ample posterior with celebrities.
A woman named Mad Moxxi seemed a popular result.