*static*
"...opportunity!"
"Now that's a word, Flam!"
"I do agree, Flim! And you want to know what's up to the mane with opportunity, my brother?"
*static*
"...at's that, Flam?"
"Putting brand-spankin'-new technology in every home in Equestria! Doesn't that just smell of opportunity? Imagine it, folks! A world where ponies are free from work, war, disharmony! All that and more, right in your hooves! I strongly encourage investors to take stock in our amazing new array of products, just so we can help make the world a better place. Even Princess Twilight approves!"
"Well by golly, Flam! What else could we possibly do to help bring this incredible vision to justice?"
"With our new FF-7 models, only available here at Flim-Flam Tech! A direct upgrade from last year's FF-6s; they can..."
*static*
"...and fully repurposed to meet your everyday needs. All the help you could possibly want, at the push of a button! Limited supplies only, folks. So pick yours up today!"
*static*
"Well you've got op-por-tun-it-y in this very com-mun-it-y!
He's Flim!
He's Flam!
Making the world a better place!
Place! Place! Pla-"
*static*
The ancient recording stops, having been repeating itself for eons. Nopony had been listening to it since the cataclysm; nopony had been around to listen. Not for thousands of years.
It's strange how certain things can turn out. How certain things may not be answered.
However, it's not always about the answers; it's about asking the right questions. But to find these, we have to go on a voyage.
Would you like to go on this journey with me?
The Chronicle of
RELIC