Love Can't Be Programmed

by SwiperTheFox

Part Two

“Well, miss purply-sweet, those are some fancy looking golden boots,” said the pony walking slowly up the stairs, with a slow, almost-smoky sort of voice. “Möter vi äntligen.” Twilight rolled back to her side, standing up against the wet, slippery metal as she saw what looked like a ball of fire fused with an earth pony moving along the steps.

“Thanks...” Twilight deadpanned, casing a glance over at Romi. Stop speaking in languages I don’t know! Stupid browsers!

Romi hopped up, giggling once again, as she passed right by Twilight and almost mauled the other mare, who let out an ‘oof’. The bright orange fur of the mare darted about everywhere, with Romi hugging her close, and Twilight stepped down closer. Romi pointed over at Twilight and pumped her hoof into the air happily with a frankly adorable squeal of joy.

“I can’t believe that I’d ever be so lucky-plucky-cleverer-than-a-ducky,” Romi squeaked, her grin in serious danger of splitting her head in two. “Framstående! My two bestest-ever friends right atop my own special place from when I just started here!”

“You’re, ah,” Twilight began. “another...” Her eyes drank in every last inch of the mare’s sultry, strong orange hooves as well as the mare’s enormous mane and tail, both of them covered in bright yellow and orange strands looking just like a raging fire in a way that made her feel dizzy. “The program that, wait...” Twilight glanced over to the mare’s interesting cutie marks, abstract circular symbols that Twilight didn’t understand.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance, then,” the mare said, holding out one of her muscular front hooves. “‘Möter vi äntligen’. ‘We finally meet’. I suppose you’re exactly who I think you are, right?” Twilight gazed into the mare’s sky-blue eyes, and she suddenly put two and two together.

“Firefox,” Twilight said, shaking hooves. Even though she heard the endless hustle and bustle of programs down below her, with beams of energy coursing through the air, she still felt taken aback by seeing the mare face to face. “So, ah, I guess it’s... nice to meet you.” She sputtered with a small nervous grin, ears splayed back against her head.

“It’s been a while,” Firefox remarked, and she put on an earthy, almost smug expression. “I see that you’ve been using my best friend Romi a lot more than me, recently.” She glanced down and carefully examined her hoof with a strain of disinterest. “Of course, it has a lot to do with you clogging me full of plug-ins.”

“Oh, okay,” Twilight eked out. She closed her eyes for a moment, stepping backwards. As her flanks rubbed up against the metal poles behind her, she tried to think. Seriously, what is she implying? Is she mad at me? Why should she be mad at me! Would my toaster get mad at me if I crammed too many, too big pieces of bread into it? “Great to see you.”

“And, more importantly,” Firefox said, brushing up her side against Romi, who just beamed with her sunny white cheeks sticking out, “call me ‘Fox’.”

Twilight didn’t really think. She simply shook her head ‘yes’. She paused, rubbing her hoof against her neck, and she tried to come up with a question.

Before she could even open her mouth, fox shot out a hoof around Romi’s shoulders and pulled her into a heated kiss, not surprising Romi in the least who instead merely let her eyes slip shut. Their lips met, and Fox’s huge mane wrapped snugly around Romi’s front hooves. Heads shifted side to side, both ponies embracing with total abandonment, and Romi’s smooth blue mane intermingled with Fox’s flaming locks.

Twilight balked, wide eyes not blinking for several seconds as the two mares steadily got more into it, occasionally moaning into each other's mouths. She honestly hadn’t the slightest clue of what to think. On one hoof, she could compare it to her fridge making out with her air conditioner. Yet, on the other hoof, she stood right beside two extremely attractive mares, both locked in a moment of sheer passion.

Her jaw worked up and down, trying to get even the most menial of phrases out to accurately describe what she thought of the situation. Unseen by the group of mares, a small holographic panel materialized over Twilight and proudly displayed a bolded message that read ‘404’.

“Hey, Romi,” Twilight finally spat out, “I think that we-- we were--” She took a gulp. “Didn’t you have something else to tell me?” She meekly attempted to get Romi’s attention, a vibrant blush showing through her purple coat.

Romi suddenly seemed to realize something and nearly choked on her own tongue before pulling away quickly. She scrambled over to Twilight.

“Jag glömde nästan! Come on, Twilight-- ooh-- we have to get going!” The red, yellow, and green feathers of Romi buzzed out of place in an abrupt panic, reminding Twilight of when she’d seen Dash wake up late for weather patrol duties. Fox simply smiled, putting her mouth around by Romi’s tail.

Twilight barely had the time to come up with a retort before Romi threw her over her back and galloped of the nearest ledge of the building, eliciting a terrified scream from Twilight as floor upon floor of glass and metal flashed along her sides. Romi twirled about, going into a roll before beating her wings and rocketing out at a ninety degree angle. Twilight held her breath.

Romi landed firmly on the street below and shrugged the dazed Twilight off of her shoulders. She slid down into a puddle of what looked like rainwater, except it tickled around Twilight’s body almost like sand. Slowly forcing herself up, Twilight gave the giggling Romi a glare and looked around.

Fox stepped out around Romi’s back, sauntering about as if she thought nothing of jumping down at least a dozen stories. Twilight saw the ponies situated in some sort of alleyway just off of the main streetways. She stuck her neck out, looking above the stacks and stacks of black bags around them, and she watched as hundreds of odd-looking ponies glumly trotted along besides the endless arrays of sky-scraping buildings.

“Come on Twilight! We need to get going!” Romi chirped as she swatted playfully at Twilight’s flank with one of her wings. Twilight yelped loudly, jumping slightly in place as the white mare passed her with a giggle.

“R-romi!”

For a short while, Romi and Fox merely walked and talked about various nothings, commenting on various storefronts and particularly interesting ponies that passed them by. They slipped in Swedish constantly, throwing a “hon är söt” and “vacker röst” in between their phrases. It all drove Twilight mad. I suppose the whole computer world has this multilingual thing. Or maybe this is because I bought my pPad online from another, previous user?

Twilight struggled to keep up, forcing herself against the oncoming flow of bland ponies. Twilight’s eyes locked on Fox’s long, brilliant mane as she hobbled over thick black canisters dotting across the sidewalk. She looks so different than the rest of the programs-- so vibrant and alive just like Romi. I wonder why.

The crowd’s flow abruptly stopped, forcing the pair to squirm their way through the idle ponies. Twilight grabbed onto Fox’s mane, and the earth pony pulled her through as Twilight nervously glanced around her. The crowd of ponies, all with cold, flat white faces and huge grey suits with glowing blue stripes along their sides, looked like toy-soliders that had to get wound up. Romi led her two friends into a clearing walled in by bystanders. A rather large pony stood perfectly still in the center of the clearing, having a look of horror upon his abnormally expressive features as a single stark blue circle spun over his head.

Twilight furrowed her eyebrows, running over what she knew about programs to figure out what this one in particular was doing. She noticed the spinning circle. Oh, it’s so obvious! The program had crashed! She felt like laughing at the absurdity. Chrome didn’t upgrade for her since the program had naughty business with Firefox, and Explorer literally kept crashing into other programs.

Romi seemed to come to the same conclusion and stepped inside of the circle, her form drawing the soulless gaze of the drone ponies as she stopped in front of the frozen pony. Frowning for a moment, she turned and swatted him over the head. Twilight started to ask why Romi had done that until the frozen program twitched violently and keeled over onto the wet ground with an odd metallic-sounding clink.

“Redo att börja?” Romi said in her cute, sing-song like voice.

“It means, ‘ready to start’,” Fox whispered to Twilight.

“Tack. Jag behövde verkligen det.” Twilight felt taken aback by the formerly broken program’s deep, masculine voice. He stood up and shook his short, shiny black mane violently. He put on a reserved smile as he gazed at Romi. The pegasus smiled back as she stuck out her pretty wings and curled her ears around.

“Romi,” Fox said, stepping over and rubbing her huge mane around the cute pegasus’ shoulders. “Didn’t you dash us down here from the roof to find the ponynet radio programs? Those tall, strapping-looking darlings carting around the mp3 file?”

“Oh, yes, right,” Romi said-- hopping over to where Twilight stood, simply watching the events unfold. “But it’s a packet of artist and album information data, not the music itself-- isn’t that right, Twilight?”

“I don’t see any, ah, radio thingies anywhere.” Twilight slinked out of the crowd and backed into ten meter high stack of what seemed like brown paper bags. She slinked to the side against the building front, looking off mysterious glowing red balls-- almost like the super-balls she’d see a children’s playpen-- scattered off of the top of some of the bags. She hoped that the whole edifice wouldn’t come crashing down on her.

Romi and Fox sped over to Twilight’s sides, standing her up as they all moved down the side-alleyway. “Oh, gosh, I hate to come across as worry-warting-always-cavorting,” Romi said, putting a hoof through her sparkly blue mane, “But didn’t they say just a cycle ago to us that they’d be besides the stack of inter-departmental memory balls?”

“Memory balls?” Twilight repeated. Thick spires of energy glowed across the tunnel-like walls around them as they walked through the alleyway.

“Or was it several cycles ago?”

“No, the radio programs are right where they said they’d be,” Fox said.

“Huh?” They made it to a big opening, with array after array of harsh-looking metallic scaffolding in front of them. Various drone-like programs still worried about, although staying out of big crowds as such.

“Turn around, then,” Fox remarked.

Twilight blinked, eyes flicking to the sudden mass of unicorns with huge red top hats gathering around her. She made a nervous smile, seeing them all gaze across her body. The unicorns’ faces, pale white with makeup-like blotches about them, seemed to light up with raw excitement.

“Oh, my gosh!” the tallest mare bucked up on her hind hooves for a moment, her eyes bulging out. Twilight noticed such odd, alien-looking crimson flashes in the mare’s pupils. “My gosh! Oh, my CPU!” She shot out a hoof, which Twilight grabbed. The mare couldn’t believe that Twilight was actually real. She felt cold, hard compared to Twilight’s fur, as if Twilight had just touched a metal pipe. “It’s really you-- the user!”

“Eeeeyup,” Twilight said, putting on her best Big Mac impression. I should be really glad that most ponies don’t seem to recognize me-- or else I’d be totally swamped.

“My name is ‘Muse’,” said the mare, and she gestured back at her posse of shorter but similarly dressed ponies. “And these are my ‘Muses’.”

“You’re all named ‘Muse’? Doesn’t that get confusing?” Twilight asked. Romi laughed while Fox simply snickered.

“Not really. Hey, ‘Muse’!” Muse-the-tallest called back at his group. The mare at the far right corner waved a hoof in the air. “See, it’s easy.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. Okay, the computer world... it’s not going to make sense... “Fine, Romi and I are here to pick up the ponynet radio program data.”

“Oh, excellent,” Muse-the-tallest said, “and, between you and me, I’m very glad that the user-- oh, ah, I mean... that you have decided to listen to more folk rock. Expanding your musical horizons is great. Research shows that listening to more styles results in faster mental processes for ponies.”

“I’m an arteeeest,” said the musical data behind Muse-the-tallest, pulling her black-and-white thatched scarf backwards and lifting up a pair of sunglasses. “I have no need for worrying about the inferior competition.” She sized-up Twilight, looking less than impressed as her massive, flowing white mane curled down her greyish body. “Oh, there you are. You’re the courier program sending me to the user?”

Dear sweet Celestia, she embodies Gagalicious so well... she’s like a pixelated clone. And didn’t she just hear what the other programs said about me? I guess she’s too self-absorbed to care. Twilight refrained from saying “but, I am the user”, and she merely smiled while brushing the data closer. Romi stepped up as well as Fox, and the three mares made a sort of donut with the pompous data squeezed right in the middle between them.

“Oh, I suppose one must introduce one’s self to everyone,” the data sarcastically remarked, clutching her tuba closer to her back. “My name is Licious.”

“Romi,” said the red, green, and yellow-winged pegasus, “I’m here to get you to the graphical-user-interface.” She glanced over at Twilight, and she giggled. “Well--” She guestured over to the First.fm unicorns. “You girls can all go break till your next function.”

“I can’t wait until my friends hear that I met a user!” yelled out one of them. A bunch of nods and happy sighs followed. In just a moment, they all melted into the mass of drones around the sidewalk.

“Is that a bad thing? Maybe we should have kept me being here quiet,” Twilight muttered. Fox immediately put a hoof along her shoulder.

“Don’t overhype yourself, darling,” Fox remarked, putting an almost devious grin.

“So, into the transport beams!” Licious announced dramatically with a crazed smirk.

“T-t-transport beams?” Twilight sputtered. She didn’t like the sound of that at all. Romi and Fox lead them all down the sidewalk, Twilight’s eyes flickering around from the massive grey columns to the huge spreads of rain-soaked wires to the endless boxes of bright, glowing green energy all across the building fronts. What’s in those cubes? Power? Are those boxes memory space or something? They look like toys, even. She could spend a lifetime in there, discovering new things every few minutes.

Ponies swelled across almost every spare inch of the cityspace, constantly brushing against and bumping into Twilight, not caring at all about personal space. She scanned face after face. Most of them looked so unlike Romi and her friends. Their stark black, pupil-free eyes with faint green lights glowing along their sides, seemed to stare right through Twilight’s fur and go directly into her mind.

She shuddered as she came across a massive earth pony, twice the size of Big Mac, who merely stood at the corner beside a spiky slate-grey mound, constantly spewing yellow liquid upwards through massive tubes that led skywards, and glanced blankly into the open air. The pony’s body, coated in grey and white spots, matched his five insect-like eyes. He would make a perfect stone sentinel were it not for the odd breath he took through the slits under each of his eyes.

Twilight coughed nervously, her ears sliding backwards as she felt Romi’s smooth hooves touching against her back, prompting her to turn around with a startled squeak. The chipper mare held open the translucent-white slab of plastic that constituted as the entrance into the massive building that seemed to go on forever into the sky, reaching much higher than the other buildings.

“Come on!” Romi chirped brightly as she ushered in Fox with a wing. Hesitating for a moment, Twilight reluctantly followed and stepped in behind Fox. She narrowed her eyes as she took in the huge lobby.

To Be Continued...

Comments

[Lionheart]

i love how my idea gets created into something super enjoyable thanks a bunch

[nemryn]

“Of course, it has a lot to do with you clogging me full of plug-ins.”

This sent my mind to some dirty, dirty places

[DoubleCycloneX]

This was a good start to my day.

[Bandy]

Chrome pony is better than Firefox pony. That is all.

[Sorren]

OH yeS!

[Dragon Emperor Geon]

734680 You and I both, bro.

Seriously, Thanks Swiper for hearing the both of us out. :3

738965 Agreed.

[Android]

ooh. An original concept. I shall read it.

[PhoKingAzn]

All i can say is for IE
sphotos.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc7/598843_452140281465053_686752989_n.jpg

[kojivsleo]

Twilight shipped with an Internet browser... Go on.

[WonderDash]

dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/yay_red.png

[Yokal]

This awesomeness has got to continue! Though the concept is promising, I wonder if the fic rating will change soon?

[NeonEclipse]

739276

NO! don't go!

Your still useful, I still make use of Internet Explorers inprivate browsing from time to time....

.......

....what?! It's convenient!

[Edragon]

739276
DARN YOU! I found that image about 5 hours ago and it made me feel guilty about replacing it with Firefox...now you bring it back up! Oh well at least I keep her company on my laptop...what? I rarely use the thing so I'm too lazy to setup Firefox again, bloody thing took me 2 hours to get right...so many little white spaces.

[PhoKingAzn]

739389
I have to say I love my firefox for ad block though :I
Still have IE for programming

[LimeAttack]

This has got to be one of the coolest, most incredibly awesome concepts I've ever seen pushed into ponies. Honestly, I could almost squee.

[dragenfire68]

713870 twilight + internet browser = so much win. i wonder what my browsers would look like?

[Docboy]

Epic Crossover Art is Epic...
739276
GRRRRHMHM...
FUCK YOU!
I havent cried this hard at fan-art ever since i saw one about Derpy Dissapearing!

FUUUUUCK... YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*gasp*

I'm ok now...

[Lars]

Somehow, I'm getting an Osmosis Jones vibe here, as opposed to a TRON one. No idea why, but I am.

*sees the sad pic of IE pony*
You're not useless. You're a jack-of-all-trades and master of none. There's a difference.
Besides, I'm using IE right now! ...to try and cheer up a pony representation of IE that was likely created by someone who also uses IE. weneedtogodeeper.jpg

BACK TO THE FIC....
Oh, I'm getting a sudden realization of the clichè potential. Please, whatever you do, don't have somebody come over and start messing with the computer in a way that endangers Twilight and the inhabitants. That's annoying. Not sure if it's actually a clichè, but it's still an annoying plot device.

[Clockwise Gear]

Ndgh. I think I figured out my issue with the story. It's waaaaaaay too shippy. Twilight has just entered a brand new universe, unexplored by ponykind, and you're going on about how Chrome, Firefox, and Twilight are in some sort of weird love triangle and oh dear gods, that was one sentence I never expected to ever type.
*ahem*
My suggestion: focus more on introducing the world to the reader first and then, once you have a solid foundation, begin to introduce the characters, instead of trying to do both at once.

[DreZoma]

You are fucking BAT SHIT CRAZY, you know, having Firefox and Chrome screwing each other and some weird shit involving Twilight...
but I love it. I love it SO DAMN MUCH. Please, please, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEEEAAAASSSSEEEEEEE write more. Please.

[SwiperTheFox]

So many comments and favorites!

739839
I had thought about that tangentially, but I'd rather go in another direction.

Glad that you like it.

739976
In all seriousness, I wrote this for clopping purposes at first... I just decided to expand things. And then the story got bigger and more complex, and here we are.

I mean, if you don't like shipping, then seriously don't read this. It's a shipfic. It's clearly labeled as such from the very beginning.

[Jonny5300394]

740197

Will we GET any clop? xD

Heh, anyway, loving the story so far. Really awesome. Tracked.

[-Borialis-]

739276That's right!! I was giving you a chance, I realy did like you better. but you made me use safari.

[HighTreason25]

I just keep going deeper and deeper into the weird part of FiMfiction.

739276 Damn it now I feel guilty.

[StarSorio]

...Still a better love story then-

< I get it!

[Natr1x]

Great story :D just one question

Did you mess up the swedish grammar on purpose to represent that the programs are bad at it or are you just not a native swedish speaker?

[Archvile]

I hate both of those browsers... Opera FTW!

[Fallen Knight]

Ill give it a read when its done, but for now all i can say Firefox pony is the hottest

[Ninjuto]

Looks like Twilight gets to see...

*Puts on glasses*

Some internet porn.

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Sorry. Had to be done

[Yobikir]

740295
well to answer your question i would say this:
"Rating: Teen"
So either the author made a mistake, or no clop for you

[SwiperTheFox]

740295
Soon, I just... ah.... need to get the plot to make sense in my mind and such...

743551
It's teen for 'not yet'... but, oh yeah, it's coming.

741465
Both. I don't speak Swedish. I also wanted to set up that the programs felt confused having to do everything in Equestrian (for Twilight) given that they had a Swedish owner before.

[Jonny5300394]

744368

YES!

I mean uh... As long as it furthers the story and contributes to the character develop- Oh who the hell am I kidding.

[Natr1x]

744368 Any particular reason you picked swedish?

[SwiperTheFox]

745945
1) Swedish just sounds great. And Swedish culture fascinates me.

2) The story references Herreys - Diggiloo Diggiley, which I suppose is the spark that started this project.

3) I first heard of that song from "Twilight of the West" By Mark Steyn:

The Eurovision Song Contest doesn’t get a lot of attention in the United States, but on the Continent it’s long been seen as the perfect Euro-metaphor. Years before the euro came along, it was the prototype pan-European institution, and predicated on the same assumptions. Eurovision took the national cultures that produced Mozart, Vivaldi, and Debussy, and in return gave us “Boom-Bang-a-Bang” (winner, 1969), “Ding-Ding-a-Dong” (winner, 1975), and “Diggi-Loo-Diggi-Ley” (winner, 1984). The euro took the mark, the lira, and the franc, and merged them to create the “Boom-Bang-a-Bang” of currencies.

[Tri-PonyTrouble]

SO I'M NOT CRAZY!!!!!! I thought I was the only one that Chrome called me in. When I was on Skype, I went to update my profile pic, and when I clicked "take picture," the camera sucked me in. My iTunes was a radio DJ, IE kept causing car crashes, Firefox cried because I didn't use it as much as Chrome, and Chrome asked me to marry it!

[Trot C. Foxy]

chrome is sexy............but.....maxthon browser.....that is all//////

[HenryAnthonyCourtler]

this adventure just keeps getting more complex the further you delve into it...I like it!

[Dragon Emperor Geon]

830723 Why yes, you can thank me and my associate for his inspiration.

[Broovian]

just trying something out:fluttershyevil
:

[Broovian]

okay so it doesn't work that way... oh well this was a good story and can't wait for the next part
also firefox pony is better then google chrome pony

[Balancer]

But what about
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[SwiperTheFox]

903387
She... exists... ahhh.... oooh... wow...

Mind. Has. Been. Blown.

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[FireFlash13231]

739276 It's okay, IE, I still use you most...don't worry, it'll be okay.

[FireFlash13231]

903387 AWESOME.

[NinjaBrony43009]

739276
It's actually more like this.

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[canius]

Dont hate the IE Pony

and very well done story .. bravo

[Dew Drop]

Reminds me thoroughly of tron, but were every program has some strange drone like function
I love it!

[Marching Thunder]

This is epic! Oh so epic!

[hyperburn3r]

739276
I.E.: GTFO -------------->
NAH. I LIED. HUGZ!

[demanji]

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