Potions and Wires

"You've missed all the fun! We got one percent of the world loaded!" A scientist shouted from tinkering with a large metal tube.

"You have an odd sense of fun." Another shouted, walking up behind the scientist and looking at the potions and wires he was toying with.

"Hey," he turned away from fiddling with. "We're lucky to work on this."

"You've got an odd sense of luck too."

"Think about it. Every generation has a new frontier to tackle; the Starswirl generation tackled bigger spells, then we had the train; this is our generation's train!"

"Every time we turn it on, the world either crashes and will kill the pony inside or just kills them."

"Last time is crashed then would of killed the pony inside after a minute, see? We are making process." He smirked, turning back to fiddle with the bottles and switches.

"I would rather have done bigger spells." The other muttered.

With that, the scientist walked back to his office; as he sat, some of the device blueprints flew off.

"Damn it," he got up and trotted to it. "Come here." He picked them up by his mouth and placed them back on the table, wiping away some spit that got on it.

The blueprints was simple, it was more like a conscience for the machine as any pony that went in was rejected by it and the machine would try and kill the pony inside.

A sphere with two handles for easy handling, for it being a conscience; he thought it would be funny to make the eye glow gold and to paint a halo on it's top. He called it the morality core.

He had designed multiples:

The curiosity core; he planned to have it's eye glow grass green with a green question mark painted atop of it; like most, it could talk, it would always ask questioned which made it more fun for the scientist's jest.

The common core; planning to have the eye to glow white and with a black 'C' painted on it's top; it would make small talk and make the machine act more like a common mare or stallion.

The anger core; a red eye and redder horns on top; to make the environment they were trying to create more realistic to the place they were trying to recreate.

The intelligence dampening core; a blue eye and a dunce hat painted on top, it would be a last resort, added if the machine tried to kill anymore ponies; we will insert it and it would make random suggestions, causing the machine to get distracted and stop whatever it was doing to kill the stallion or mare.

The history core; instead of an eye, it had humorously big glasses. With a book painted on the top of it. Having the entire documented pony history in it's potions and wires, the history of ponies will help with the reality they were making.

The element core; it was a twice as large as the other cores, with six eyes, colored: red, purple, pink, yellow, green and blue. A top of it was a rainbow with it's eyes' colors. It was programmed with the elements of harmony; honesty, kindness, laughter, generosity, loyalty and magic. Though the scientist did think putting laughter and honesty in the same core would make it have a sense of humor with honesty, maybe even painful honesty.

The other scientist walked past his office;

"Hi! Prof!" He shouted out his office.

His grey head popped around the door with his shaggy seaweed green hair following close behind.

"Yeah? What is it, Domme?" He said, walking into the office.

"Look at these." Picking up the element core blueprint and common core blueprints and handing them to Prof.

"What are these?" He said, eyeing the designs.

"Cores, they'll help the machine."

"Wow, these are quite good." After another look over, he added. "Oh, we have found out a name for the machine."

Domme tilted his head. "What is it?"

"Genetic Lookalike Author." He grinned.

"GLA?" He tilted his head again.

"Yeah."

"I'm gonna call it 'GAL'," he said, turning back to an unfinished core blueprint. "Lot easier to say."

"Hey, Domme!" Prof shouted from behind his office door.

After a series of clicks and creaks, the door opened;

"Yes?"

As Prof pushed past him carrying a small cardboard box, he saw the amount of locks on. Eyeballing Domme, he said. "Safe, are we?"

"Can't be too safe in a lab with a murderous GAL, can we?" He chuckled.

"I get it, it may be her faulty lunar cycle checker." They both snorted with laughter.

After the childish laughter subsided, Domme scanned the box. "What's with this?" Tapping at it.

"Oh, it's really neat!"

He pulled out of the box the elements core, it's eyes hadn't started up but the rainbow was painted on top.

"Cool, man; they agree to make them?!" He gleamed like a school foal getting break-time.

"Yeah, they did; just turn it on past the potions and wires, turn on the power supply." opening a panel where the eyes were looking like a safe opening.

As he was about to stick his hoof in, Prof stopped him. "Hold on! Which hoof do you care more about?"

"I don't know. My left one-e?" He stuttered, wondering what was going on.

"Use your right then."

Sticking his right hoof in, he tapped a button in the far back and it started up.

"Hello?" It said.

Holding up a hoof to make Prof not speak to it, he said. "Hello, there."

"Are you my daddy?" It spoke like a filly who had lost it's mommy and daddy.

"Yes, in ways."

"Good, I love you, daddy." It squeaked, using it's eye shutters to look happily excited.

"I love you too, Element." He hugged the core, embracing it's cold steeled love.

"Is that my name?" It responded, unsure of it's own emotion.

"If you want it to be." He said while shooing Prof out, Prof took the hint and left.

"Can I change my name?" It looked down at the floor, speaking in a sort of praying tone.

"If you want." He said, lifting it up onto his back.

"Can I be called 'Companion', please?" It said, squeakily.

"Okay then, Companion, are you a mare or a stallion?" Domme said.

"Why?" Companion said, urging to know.

"So, the others don't call you 'it', they'll call you 'her' or 'him'." He said, looking down to the little core. "Sound good?"

"Yes, it does; can I be a mare?" It loves it's questions, but it's so cute! He thought to himself.

"Yes, yes you can." He felt proud, he felt triumphant, he felt like a father.

"Yeah!" She said.

"Yeah indeed," he started to sound distant. "Yeah, indeed."

"Are you okay, daddy?" Companion spoke as if it was a matter of great need.

"Yeah I'm okay, I just feel glorious." He spoke with a smile.

"Glorious is good?" She spoke with the bubbliest voice even if it was robotic.

"Yes, yes it is good."