Funky was quite happy about how much fun she had with Octavia. Again it was a little confusing but everything she had learned told her happy was the correct word for it. Funky now settled into her corner for what for her could be considered rest. Back out in the living area with Octavia and Vinyl things weren't going quite as smoothly.
"How long did you plan to keep this a secret?" Vinyl cringed at the edge in Octavia's voice as the gray earth mare spoke. Octavia spun facing away from Vinyl. The whit unicorn was silent for a long while. Octavia grew impatient glaring back over her shoulder. "Did you not think to tell me right away? Why was it I had to find out like this?"
"Octi, I'm sorry. I was going to tell you honest!" Octavia snorted and turned her head forward lifting her chin. "I mean it Octi. Just don't make me get rid of her. I can't tell you why right now, but... She's important to me." Vinyl lowered her head not even trying to meet Octavia's eyes. Octavia turned to face Vinyl again.
"Vinyl, who said anything about getting rid of her. I swear she was practically dancing while we played. Much better than rehearsals and I didn't feel like I was practicing to some recording." Octavia glanced towards the door. "I expect to see her out more often being locked up in your room can't be good for her." Vinyl was shocked that it had gone so well. She had expected Octavia to be furious and demanding she take Funky back for a refund.
Funky's rest cycle included getting an update on current events. Two articles stuck out to her. The first was about a restaurant and how it was saved from going totally bankrupt due to a hushed deal with a local club pony. The details on that article hinted but fell short of the truth. The second was about a stallion who had recently been released from prison after a fateful encounter at the previously mentioned restaurant. Funky didn't see the connection other than the location where she had been kept and stored all those years. The old recording began to play back in one corner o the display. Funky felt something. It was strange and it seemed as if her programming was writing new codes. The robot ignored that as she paused the playback focusing on the filly and the picture of the famous DJ Pon-3. She knew there had to be some connection but it wasn't clear what it was. It was only a second later that she saw the connection. Her eyes opened looking over at the now sleeping Vinyl. "Never fear, Funky is here."