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"I'm fired?!?!!!"
The shout of distress echoed through the School of Friendship's main hall. It rattled the air ducts, flickered the ceiling lights, and caused two passing students to pick up their pace to an ongoing assembly in the gymnasium. No lungs were powerful enough to have done all that, especially through the closed door of the main office. But the shouter didn't have lungs. Her mouth contained a high treble computer speaker, and her liberal use of its highest volume output was well known to Vice Principal Sunburst. After all, his hooves were clamped over the earmuffs he'd donned before delivering the bad news. That was where he kept them until the robot across his desk slouched in her chair, mechanized panic relaxed into girlish pouting.
"I'm the best tutor in the lounge. I don't even mooch off the free coffee machine, because I physically can't drink! Why are you giving me the boot right before Midterms?"
Sunburst was fumbling with the computer on his desk. No fumbling with his earmuffs though. Those were staying firmly on his head, in case the data on the screen had the opposite of its intended calming effect.
"H-here, Sweetie. Scroll through this."
"Why? You're not the boss of me. Unless you wanna hire me back on the spot."
"We're not randomly letting you go before Midterms. We're letting you go because its almost Midterms."
Curiosity outweighing anger, Sweetie Bot leaned forward. Desktop computers were new tech for Equestria, but they were compatible with older machines like herself. With the power of thought, Sweetie flipped through dozens of pages of text, so fast that if each had a drawing in the bottom corner, the frames would have looked like an animated cartoon. There were no cartoons though. Just essays submitted by students. Reading them all in the span of a second, Sweetie Bot voiced the obvious.
"These are all the exact same text. The only thing different on them are the student names at the top."
Sunburst sighed and finally trusted removing his earmuffs.
"That's because each of these students used AI to write them."
Sweetie Bot scoffed. "I didn't write any of these."
"No one said you did, Sweetie. These were done by ChuffGPT."
"The Flim Flam Brothers's dumb cell phone app?!"
Sunburst winced, both because he'd taken off his earmuffs too soon, and because Sweetie Bot had spoken the two words that had been plaguing the School of Friendship for the past few weeks.
"Cell phones," the weary Vice Principal muttered. "Computers that can fit in a saddlebag. Everything that the Flim Flams peddle in this town causes trouble."
Sweetie Bot narrowed her annoyed oculars.
"Um... present company notwithstanding," Sunburst backpeddled. "Ask any student, and they'll vouch for you! If their muzzle isn't buried in their cell phone screen, that is. And using it to cheat on their homework."
"But I'm not a phone," Sweetie challenged. "If you fire me for something they did, its discrimination!"
"Sweetie, the reason you're being furloughed isn't due to discrimination. Its the opposite, actually." Sunburst tapped his keyboard and the desktop revealed a new doc. Its margins had runic calculations, but the center diagram held Sweetie's attention. Rendered in three-dimensional schematics was the School of Friendship and all surrounding dorms, overcast by a shimmering force field.
"Wh... what is that?"
"Plans for a magic firewall. It'll be active all through Midterms week, de-powering everything mechanical on campus."
Sweetie Bot's nose panels wrinkled. "Everything that's mechanical?"
Sunburst nodded regretfully. "Yes. Which means-"
"The tutoring lounge coffee pot will be out of order! How's Scootaloo gonna get her morning pep?"
Sunburst was not a confrontational pony, but laying a hoof on his discarded earmuffs gave him courage.
"Please don't ignore the obvious here, Sweetie."
The robot avoided eye contact. She was examining her hooves, flexing them a few times before laying them limp in her lap. Losing her job was one thing, but losing her functionality was quite another.
"Wh... where'd you even come up with such a terrible spell?"
Sunburst rubbed his goatee, then decided that there was no harm in honesty.
"Do you remember the Cozy Glow debacle?"
"Pff. Not really. Spent the whole time locked in a broom closet with my three closest friends."
"Ah. Yes. Well... its a repurposed version of the antimagic she used. Just... tweaked to be anti-tech."
"Tweaked by who?"
Sunburst bowed bashfully.
"Jeez. Now I know why you're the one who sat me down to break the news. But hey, this isn't as bad as I thought! It'll be deactivated after Midterms right?"
Sunburst gingerly put his earmuffs back on.
"It's permanent?!?!?"
"I'll be working to tweak the field so it whitelists certain devices!" Sunburst shouted. "But the desktop computers need to be the first I figure out! Then it'll be the hallway lights, the smoke detectors, the classroom clocks..."
Sweetie Bot didn't have laser eyes, but she was glaring at Sunburst as if she did.
"Please Sweetie, this spell is complicated. And Starlight was all over me to get it working in time for Midterms week."
"I demand to talk to her!!"
"She's in the gymnasium telling all the students the same things I'm telling you!"
Sweetie Bot pounded her forehooves on the vice principal's desk, but her impotent rage left zero indents. Her voice and processing power were mighty, but her strength was not. Her template had been a filly, after all.
"If it makes you feel better," Sunburst ventured, "you're higher priority than the tutoring lounge coffee maker."
"Might as well put me in a box and ship me back to the Flim Flam factory," she glowered. "I'm destitute! Deprived! Out on the street!"
"Isn't your sister a millionaire?"
"Rarity is not my sister!"
Sunburst buried his face in his hooves. His time raising Flurry Heart had taught him that once an emotional entity in the form of a young pony is resolved to be angry, there was no way to reason them out of it.
"Sweetie... I promise... I'll let you know the moment you can gallop onto the school grounds and not keel over. Nopony wants to see that. Remember that time your battery ran out during cheerleading tryouts? Mid backflip?"
Sweetie Bot harrumphed. "Never gonna let that one go, huh?"
"You landed on the court and your head popped off. Three onlookers fainted."
"But all the students loved it! I got hoofbumps in the hall for weeks, and all that hype meant the rescheduled tryouts had twice as many attendees!" Sweetie Bot was standing up now, face panels folded into impassioned pleading. "Don't send me away, Vice Principal Sunburst. I live here. Outside of these halls, away from the students who know me, I'm nopony. Just a bot who looks familiar."
Sunburst shook his head. "Once the firewall goes up, if you're inside these halls, you'll be no better than a doorstop."
Literal gears were turning in Sweetie's head, and Sunburst noticed.
"You can't stay here and be a doorstop. Don't even ask."
The speaker in Sweetie's throat played a defeated sighing noise. Then she trudged for the office door. Sunburst needed to get back to work on the firewall, but as he laid his hooves on the keyboard again, he glanced quickly at the dejected departing robot.
"Sweetie Bot?" She looked dully back at him. "Are... are you able to lie?"
She wrinkled her nose analogue. "Of course I can lie, you... Um, I mean nope. I can't lie. No siree."
"Mm-hm," Sunburst was only half listening as he typed away. "Good to hear. In that case, I know you'll answer honestly: do you have a place you can stay for the forseeable future?"
Sweetie Bot didn't respond immediately. She spent her days tutoring students, her nights plugged into the tutoring lounge wall socket, and her spare time in between doing extra-curriculars. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo were polite to her, but their friendship was something she'd inherited, not earned. Sweetie Bot's true bonds were with the students she tutored. The toddler newbies she let draw on her legs with dry erase markers. The outgoing seniors who talked about their futures to her, as if she were another organic member of the faculty. Ocellus was especially kind, one face-borrower to another. This was the place where she'd built a life for herself. But it wasn't the place where her life had begun.
"Yes," Sweetie Bot finally said truthfully. "I have somewhere I can go."
Sunburst nodded approval and returned to his troubleshooting. "I'll send you an email as soon as you're clear to come back. You still get those directly in your brain, right?"
"Uh-huh. Don't go telling that to random students though. For every Featherweight who sends me exclusive coupons for the school store, there's a Yona who forwards me bass-boosted remixes of Yak yodeling. There isn't a pair of earmuffs in Equestria thick enough to block that."
Ponyville wasn't a large town. The School of Friendship was on the outskirts, but its steeples were visible from anywhere. Well, almost anywhere. Town Hall bordered Hay's Hardware, the two buildings linked by a newly built set of telephone wires so Mayor Mare had a direct line whenever a citizen's home was leveled by some threat or another. Such was life in this eventful corner of Equestria. Just the previous day, the School of Friendship had tentatively activated its Anti-Technology Field and blown out every single window on the campus grounds. Data had been dancing between these two buildings ever since, requesting orders for new glass panes and fielding passive aggressive inquiries whether there was such a thing as "Incompetent Vice Principal-proof glass."
Sweetie Bot stayed ignorant of the crackling correspondence going on above her head. There wasn't much to look at, slumped against the alleyway wall where she was. Not unless you counted the nearby dumpster. She reread the graffiti on its side for what had to have been the thousandth time.
To H*ck With The Estalb Estebli The Establishemen With Homework!!! - Babz
Sweetie Bot had only met Apple Bloom's rough and tumble cousin one time. Babs Seed's rebelliousness was respectable. Her illiteracy, less so. Sweetie Bot closed her artificial eyes and pawed at the floor of her cardboard box shelter, wondering about Babs. Would she have been a fun challenge to tutor? Sweetie never got to offer her services. She probably never would now, with the barrier up.
"Aw jeez, I know that face. Its the one we make whenever we're trying to force sadness."
The robot scrunched her muzzle, but kept her eyes shut. The template for her own voice was unmistakable.
"Leave me alone, Sweetie Belle."
"I'm doing real good, thanks for asking. I got away from work early due to... uh... window issues at the school." Hoofsteps approached and the bot lazily looked up. Sweetie Belle was examining the label on her copy's shambled shelter.
"Sheesh, is this the box you shipped in? We threw this thing out ages ago!"
"The hardware store dumpster doesn't get emptied often," the bot replied flatly. "Besides," she hugged the cardboard panels tighter around her shoulders. "Its walls remind me of simpler times."
Sweetie Belle blew a raspberry. "You had literally zero memories before I unboxed and imprinted you."
"Like I said. Simpler. How'd you find me, anyway?"
Sweetie Belle tossed her hair and grinned. "I just asked myself where I'd sulk if it were me who was in a stubborn mood and wanted to be alone."
"Ugh. Of course."
"Yeah! And you were in the first spot I looked! The alley behind Hay's Hardware! How's Ponyville's secret public outlet treatin' ya?"
The bot glanced down at its Cutie Mark. Extending from the center was a retractable power cord, the business end snug in a socket built into the Town Hall phone line pole.
"Ponyville needs more public places to charge phones," Sweetie Belle blathered on. "I know they're new, but come on. Feels dirty to mooch power from the Hardware Store since they give us a Buy Three, Get One Free deal on your replacement legs. You remember that? Last Sisterhooves Social when you conked out during the swimming section?"
"Yeah Sweetie, I do." The bot sighed and examined its hooves. "What a way to find out my knee joints weren't waterproof."
Sweetie Belle frowned at yet another icy response. Were the positions reversed, she'd have been cheered up by now. "Hey, I know you're bummed about missing out on Midterms week, but you're actually really lucky. Things are a mess at the school, what with everyone's phones shut down, the barrier tweaking, and Scootaloo all cagey from caffeine withdrawal. But like I said, we're free for the day! Wanna go see Apple Bloom at her farm?"
"No."
Sweetie Belle was taken aback. Her question had been rhetorical. "Uh... well... how bout we hit up Rarity's place for some fresh outfits? We wear the same size stuff, after all."
"Huh uh."
Sweetie Belle bit her lip, discouraged.
"I don't wanna go to see your Mom and Dad either," the bot preempted.
"So... what do you wanna do?"
"I wanna wait for Sunburst's email."
"Here?"
"Why not?"
Sweetie Belle surveyed her friend's chosen haunt. There wasn't much to look at, reclined against the alleyway wall where she was. Not unless you counted the nearby dumpster. She read the graffiti on its side for the first time. Some poorly scrawled punk mantra in familiar hoofwriting. She'd only met Apple Bloom's rough and tumble cousin one time. Babs Seed's rebelliousness had been off-putting. Her illiteracy, more so. Sweetie Belle blinked her itchy eyes and pawed the alleyway floor, shaking away unhelpful thoughts of Babs.
"Aw jeez, I know that face. Its the one you make whenever you're trying force optimism."
"Huh?"
Sweetie Bot was smiling. Thin and full of melancholy, but it was progress. "Earlier, you mentioned last year's Sisterhooves Social. The one we did together. You remember the event before the swimming one?"
"Uh... to be honest, your knees exploding into sparks is kinda the strongest impression that day left me with."
"The six-legged race."
"Oh! Oh yeah!" Sweetie Belle laughed nostalgically. "I still have our first place trophy. No other pair even came close to our pace. We ran in perfect synch on that one, huh?"
"Yeah. Uh huh. Perfect synch. Like always." The bot pulled the tabs of its box tighter around itself. "Like always," it repeated.
"Uh... I'm sorry, but the one time we're not in synch is now. If you're trying to tell me something, you're gonna have to do it straight. We're not good at understanding subtlety, you know."
"Stop calling us "we"! I want to be my own pony!!"
Sweetie Belle clasped her hooves over her sensitive ears. Sweetie Bot clasped her hooves over her rattling throat chassis.
"Oh... oh jeez, I..." the bot scrambled to standing position, swaying in its open box like an abandoned kitten. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt-"
"Hey, its cool. I'm okay. I forget sometimes that you can yell super loud. Because I can't."
The bot opened and closed its mouth a few times. It clearly didn't trust itself to speak again.
"So..." Sweetie Belle rocked on her hooves in forced casualness. "Don't like shadowing me around, huh? I... well, now that you mention it, whenever we're over at Rarity's, she always seems to be either staring at you or away from you. I'm the only one she looks at normal."
"I mean... it probably doesn't help that the reason you bought me in the first place was to mess with her."
"I bought you for a lotta reasons! One was to have a new friend."
"You mean a new toy?"
"Huh-uh. A new friend."
The bot searched its inherited feelings. They told her Sweetie Belle was being truthful.
"Th-thank you, Sweetie."
"No prob! I just wish you came clean sooner." She was trotting around the alleyway, her mind racing. "This is like, a Cutie Mark Counseling problem! I'm the Crusader who helps you find the best place to be yourself!"
The bot matched her excitement, synched but no longer ashamed to be so. "There are... oh wow, there so many new places I could try out."
"Yeah! We're obviously gonna want ones I'm never at, where there's a nice blank slate for you to work with."
"Like Cloudsdale! I bet I could get even newer legs that can cloudwalk!"
"Yeah!"
"Yeah!"
"Yeah!!"
A sudden electronic ping echoed off the walls of the alley. Sweetie Belle looked around alertly.
"What in Faust's name was that noi-"
"Sunburst just emailed me!" The bot was already halfway down the alley. "I'm cleared to come back to the school!"
"But... but didn't you say you wanted to try somewhere new?"
"See you at work tomorrow, Sweetie Belle!!"
The bot rounded the corner to the street, trailing its forgotten but still very plugged-in power cord. Its tether went taut and Sweetie Belle sidestepped the business end dislodging from the telephone pole and retracting after its out-of-sight owner. Sweetie Belle heard a loud sound, similar to a whip hitting a flank. It was answered by an even louder electronic whinny of pain. Then the patter of prosthetic hooves faded down the road, spurred in the direction of the School of Friendship.
Sweetie Belle sighed, prodding the abandoned box with her nose.
"This talk isn't over," she promised aloud. Then she heaved the relic of the past into the graffiti'd trash bin. Hopefully Sweetie Bot would never be back here again. If she ever was though, well, at least the dumpster wasn't emptied often.
Sweetie Belle reached the end of the alleyway, pausing to peer after her double in the distance. Then she trotted contentedly in the opposite direction.
Surprise! This Snippet is another sequel. Sorta. I never got around to making Assuming Control into a full, multi-chapter story. If I did though, this fic would have been the epilogue. Just imagine a fun, eventful middle part between these scenes and those.
Apologies for slow uploads this past month; my job has been majorly cutting into my free time, but more insidiously my stamina. Need to buckle down and recommit to this site. The Snippet Series Season Two Finale can't wait forever, after all.
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Sweetie Belle AND Sweetie Bot ?
You made a believable and functional dynamic here.
It worked.
This is interesting. I reckon I'll have to keep an eye out for your future stories.
Jamtech is so much fun, until your ballpoint pen stops inking, the graphite flakes in the pencil refuses to write due to graphene production, and the book refuses to open due to lever action.
I wonder between Sweetiebot and FlimFlam Products, given Apples Applecore should be the biggest company due to all the members of the Family purchasing the products, that Acorn Research Machines ever got anywhere, or people ignored them cos they thought the idea was nuts?
Or the classics?
Luna backs Big Blue.
Fluttershy bought shares in Anthill Inside.
Twilight purchesed a HEX?
Dash got Alienware.
Rarity restyled her applecore.
And as for Pinkie?
Why would she use anything sensible. she wants something Fun to play with. So how about a Pimiga.
Aw, this was cute! Also glad that Sweetie Bot got to go back to her job.
This was really sweet and well done. I really appreciate the fact they' drift in and out from being perfectly in sync with each other, it really helps sell Sweetie-bot as a unique character and voice, but also eerily similar to Sweetie Belle.
You really captured the voices of the characters excellently, bravo. n_n
(I clearly need to read or reread the sorta-prequel then too)
Also also, no need to apologize! Real life takes priority, even if it's often less fun. n_n
I’d love more chapters to this world you’ve created.
Any others out there agree ?
Something about Sweetie Belle and her imprinted bot friend says story potential...
After all, "anti-tech" is such a vague concept. Does it stop steam engines? Clockwork? A twig with the leaves stripped off? Abstract thought? Okay, probably not that last one. But really, it seems like a cellular jamming device was the better solution here rather than casting so broad a net.
... Yeah, there was definitely a better solution.
In any case, delightful tale of knock-on effects and questioning the degree to which a copy can diverge from the template. Surprisingly deep at times, though I can hardly blame Sweetie Bot for not wanting to linger there for too long. Thank you for it.
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im pretty sure a better way to look at it would be something similar to a magical EMP
I mean...she might have a point about that.
Actually, that does seem like it'd be more important--I can just imagine how terrible to work with Scootaloo must be without her morning coffee.
Uh...might want to start with the smoke detectors first, Sunburst. I should think for obvious reasons (not least of which being avoiding trouble with health and safety should they ever find out you're operating a school without working smoke detectors).
Oh yes, that fic! I'd faved that fic with the explicit expectation that there would be more forthcoming! Even though it obviously isn't in the way originally planned, nice to see my patience paid off.
I guess Ponyville will need a Windows update...
Intresting
Oh sweetiebot
Btw pretty sure Ida would be upset at people hating ai
Jesus christ. Don't scare me like that; looking in my feed and seeing 'Sweetie Bot' next to 'Casketbase' made my heart leap a foot.
An underrated aspect of robots is their schewed viewpoint on time and life. Just like Marvin having no problem waiting billions of years to catch up with his friends on the timeline, I like the idea of Sweetie having no problem spending 3/4ths of the year completely conked out and (spiritually) not existing.
If she can run internet, presumably she can collect money and make a payment all in her own head. Smart.
babz rulz ok
I'm glad we're staying consistent with Sweetie and Metal Sweetie existing concurrently. Having multiple facets of one character, El Goonish Shive style, is always a great way to bounce a single set of traits off itself.
I'll admit, the ending is kind of a stop. Granted, it leaves open the possibility for future entries, but since this story has the little green 'complete' flag attached to it, i would hope an individual entry in a verse to have its own satisfying arc. Since the conflict established is Bot feeling a bit too much like Belle, pulling an Infinity Train in some way and giving her something to make her own identity could have been fun- a new name, a new (magnetic?) hairstyle, some way of individualizing her beyond literally being a derivative in nature.
But aside from that, and the little nagging annoyance of hearing about chatgpt again, its always a treat to see you write robots.
Maybe that's just my embarrassment at the last time I interacted with bots, and practically came crying to you afterwards. Not fun memories.
This is why we never must take ChatGPT for granted.
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And discord uses an etch-a-sketch and a string phone plugged into the faucet. Still has the fastest connection speed in the city.
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Ah, sorry for the false fanfare. Be assured that whenever that particular project is ready, I'll have plenty of blog posts hyping it up beforehoof. In the meantime, I'm practicing with robot stories that lean more into le funi.
You aren't the first to flick my nose about the way Snippets stop rather than end. In this case, I think I was going for too subtle of a nod that Bot's fumbling for automony was yeilding success: Her template is content to trot off in the opposite direction. But hey, if it doesn't work then I know I need to stop typing stories at 1:00 AM when every one of my ideas sounds good to me. Bouncing a single set of traits off itself indeed.
You flinch at chatGPT, I do the same at black hoodies. I'm a tad nervous about my upcoming multi-chapter project now, but hopefully it'll be softballed by RoboTrix outsmarting the pegasus princess whose phone she's confined to. If not, you have my permission to upload a story about Lyra pulling invisible pranks and I'll be sure to squirm through it.
In conclusion: Robot ponies are fun. They're somehow even more innocent than their fuzzy peers. A recent reader made me aware that half my cover pics are 'upset pony looking down,' so I made sure to give Sweetie Bot the same treatment I do all my protagonists. She'd be mighty pleased to know I did.
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Well, I want to stress that ChatGPT is still no where NEAR advanced enough for self-awareness, so much so it will probably never develop it on its own. It might seem like it is at times, but knowing the basics of how it works, I can assure it's an illusion. Next to a truly self-aware AI like Sweetie-Bot here, in fact, ChatGPT is startlingly primitive by comparison.
But despite all that...I agree, we should treat AIs like ChatGPT with respect, not so much because it's advanced enough to require it, but because we might as well start getting into the practice of it now for when the real self-aware AIs actually do arrive in real-life.
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Oh no, I agree that ChatGTP is not and (probably) never will be self-aware, since it's really little more than a more robust search-engine. The whole debate over whether or not ChatGTP is self aware or not makes me think of this quote by Yuval Noah Harari:
"This raises a novel question: which of the two is really important, intelligence or consciousness? As long as they went hand in hand, debating their relative value was just a pastime for philosophers. But in the twenty-first century, this is becoming an urgent political and economic issue. And it is sobering to realize that, at least for armies and corporations, the answer is straightforward: intelligence is mandatory but consciousness is optional.”
nice little story, its funny that nobody can see as a robot she just wants to sip power and interact with students, she doesn't really have the needs or desire to be like her originator who is off doing bigger things
also loved the interactions between sweetie bot and her originator who sees her like a twin sister
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Self-awareness, in the technical sense, is not a question of advancement. All the term means is that an entity is aware of its own existence as distinct from everything that isn't itself. This is an exceptionally trivial thing to program into an AI — the Sims possess it. It is true, however, that ChatGPT does not possess such, and no similar language model ever will — simply because being aware of oneself is neither designed for nor necessary for anything that kind of architecture is trained to do.
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ChatGPT (and similar Large Language Models) are 100% not similar to search engines. They specifically lack such capabilities, and that's the source of a lot of their weaknesses. They're more like a basic version of the language center of a brain integrated with a kind of subconscious memory — like the stuff you can vaguely remember, but you can't quite remember where you found it or even if you didn't make it up.
I never really bought into the Sweetie Bot stories but I liked this one. Good Job!
Sweetie Bot only need to go to Princess Twilight or Chancellor Neighsay and complain about specism, she has a contract as a teacher and does her job, but they want to fire and don't want her to do her job, that is anti-friendship. They want to exclude her because she is a machine just because they are too lazy to check the work of the students, if they use a AI to copy then just give them a F
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That description is exactly why I love to call myself a human GPT.
Meh, sounds like my job at LG.
Someone higher up the ladder who has been stonewalling a request to update a system for months suddenly gets a wild hair in their butt and now instead of a minor update to deal with the new issue the current system is thrown out to make room for the "latest and greatest and quickest fix ever". Only to find that said new system just plain doesn't work half the time (at best), has already cost half a million dollars to instal along with weeks of downtime and will need that much again to get the "latest and greatest" to the point where its ALMOST as good as the old system, and it still doesn't fix the new threat. All because someone wanted another bullet point under the "things I achieved" category on their resume.
Lessons here folks. Just because you can solve a problem with fancy tech/ magic/ whatever doesn't mean you should. And not every problem is a crisis that needs to be fixed yesterday no matter what the over-promoted bootlicker says. Sometimes something as simple as banning phones and requiring the kids to leave book bags etc by the door combined with a "first one to break said rule and the students around them gets made into an example" will solve the problem just fine.
Nice!
A sweet and funny little snippet.
I was very surprised when I realised that both Sweetie Bot and Sweetie Belle exist in this timeline, their relationship was interesting.
Btw, loved portrayal of Sunburst in this one!
Expected a crackfic shitpost, got something actually emotional. Good job.
It's fics like this that make me adore fiction. Was expecting a joke plot at best, and it got genuinely emotional at the end. What a lovely work.
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Hello! I reviewed this a little while ago, and this courtesy note is delayed partly due to Covid and partly due to my lack of organisation. As a few others have already said, it's nice that you don't take the easy, cracky way out with this subject. Other than a rather abrupt ending, this is really rather sweet. Upvoted!