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// Emotional updates 
// Story: Artificial Soul 
// by AskNightmareLuna 
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	The first day had been uneventful after nearly frying her circuits and being repaired. Her sleep mode was interrupted when she heard a sound rarely heard in a pizza place. It was the song played on some stringed instrument. A violin, no it was to deep and mellow. This was the song of a cello. Funky's ear turned to hear the music better. She was recording the sound while analyzing it to see if she could adapt it to her own upbeat electronic music, but even as she listened even more strange program string began to emerge. This confused the robot and the more familiar bad thoughts returned. The pony in the bed stirred with a groan. Funky tilted her head then straightened it again. Her eyes closed as she returned to her sleep mode. She still had a lot of updating to do after sixteen years being cut off from her access. News hadn't ever been a priority until she fund articles about herself and what had happened. There was only a brief mention indicating they had never intended to take her out of that room.

It was now quite late when she had finished her searches and updates. Vinyl was gone and Funky checked her internal clock for the time. It was five in the evening. Funky remembered Vinyl saying she was a DJ for the club scene. There was that cello music again and Funky fund it hard not to start playing her own style to match it. It started soft as just snare drums but grew more complex. Little did the robot know it was another pony actually playing. Octavia hadn't heard the thumping of the percussion the robot was playing in time to her own just yet. The bass line grew louder then softer so not to drown out the cello music. When the cello would stop so did Funky's bass. After the third time the music stopped Funky frowned and waited. The cello didn't play again for a long moment. This time the robot didn't play her bass music. She had begun to look through a collection of music with the name Pon-3 on the labels.

Several hours passed while Funky loaded the songs and analyzed them. Vinyl had walked in while the robot was listening to one of the mixes with a smile. "What's this? Been going through my music collection have you?" Funky nodded then looked around the room. Sh raised a hoof pointing towards the door behind Vinyl. "Not yet Funky. I... uh have a room mate and she might not understand if she sees you before I talk with her."

Funky lowered her head as she responded. "Funky understands. Funky don't like it." Without another word Funky returned to her corner and entered her sleep mode. The replay began again. Normal speed, it happened so quickly. Several times it played before she left her stand-by mode. Now she started her searches again trying to put a label on the thoughts she kept having. Her results read "emotions" and she began to study the information.