Potions and Wires

"Okay, to you." Prof said, holding up the anger core by one handle while Domme held it by the other.

"To me?" He blurted, surprisingly the core has heavy than thought. It was a lot heavier than the element core or 'Companion' as she liked to be called.

Both stallions were heaving the core near to GLA or GAL to some. It had a white cylindrical body with wires and plugs hanging or sticking out, with white bent stripe for a head with the rest being machinery or a form of magic. It's eye was a noon sun yellow.

"Hello, gentlecolts," It's voice boomed through out the lab, it's head swung around to saw at them, with it's big yellow eye. "What is that?" Nodding it's head towards the core.

"Something to help you." Domme said, heaving with the weight of the sphere.

"Exactly what is it?" Though it was artificial intelligence, both scientists could detect sarcasm in it's voice.

"The anger core," Domme said proudly, both scientists working their ways up the stairs in the machine. "We are going to make you more pony like."

"Sounds nice." Again, with the sarcasm.

"We aren't going to install it first, right?" Prof muttered over to him, Donne shot back an 'are-you-kidding?' Look.

"No, it would kill us on the spot!" He murmured back.

"Okay, what do we add first?" He kept the under breath conversation going with a hint of worry in his voice.

"The intelligence dampening core or The common core." He spoke out of earshot of GAL.

"Okay, so we lug all the cores up here, then we attach them?"

"Yes."

"Okay, to you."

After lugging the anger core up there and leaving it there to it's own vicious ranting, they walked back down the stairs.

"So, common or intelligence dampening?" Prof said as they left the door to the lab.

"Common would be good." He replied.

"Common it is!" Prof said, put his hoof over Domme's shoulders and dragging him along.

They walked to Domme's office where all the cores were kept; the intelligence dampening core, the common core, the curiosity core and the history core all turned their eyes to stare at the two scientists except the element core was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's the element core?" Prof said, raising one of the common core's handles.

"Where's Companion? I don't know." Domme said with distraction, as if he had a tucking feeling.

"Companion?" He said. "You named it?"

"Correction; named itself."

"It named itself?"

"Yes, also, she is a 'she'" He muttered just loud enough for Prof to hear.

"Domme! You gave it a gender?!" Feeling confused, he dropped the common core's handle making it hit off the table as he walked over to Domme.

"Watch where you're doing buddy!" The core muttered to no one in particular, just anyone who has paying attention.

"Again, correction; she gave herself a gender." He muttered.

"Okay, that thing needs to be shut down!" Prof spat in his face in his rage.

"No worries, I sent it off to the shop to get fixed for it."

"You did?"

"Yes, everything is fine." He said with a smirk.

"Oh, okay; help with the common core please?" He lifted it back up.

"Hey, I'm not a homo!" It blurted back. "Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" It screeched back after it got hit in the eye.

"Hold on, you carry it out; it's lighter than the anger core, we should be able to carry one each."

"Okay; what are you doing?" Prof squinted his eyes to detective proportions.

"Checking which shop I sent it to! You would be supposed how many grease monkey hideouts this place has." He chortled.

"Indeed I would be," he said, walking out the door. "I would be indeed."

Checking that Prof had gone, Donne opened up one of his draws. Inside, he had punched out a sort of hide hole, complete with lighting. On a pillow, sat 'Companion' with it's eye shut, making a sort of purr of a snore.

"Hello?" Domme said, with a fatherly calm voice.

"Hello." She said, with a sleepy voice.

"You need more sleep?"

"I do but I'll talk to you." Companion instantly went slightly giddy with a hint of shyness. "If you want."

"I will talk to you." He said with a beaming smile.

"Yay!" She beamed.

"So; how are you?"

"Fine, thank you for not attaching me to Genetic Lookalike Author." It said with giddy sort of happy.

"Hey; what's a daddy for?"

"Umm... I know this one! Protecting and loving his daughter?"

"That's right, you little rascal!" Domme gave the little core a nooky, making Companion giggle and Domme smile.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Will I ever do something special or great?" It looked down at the ground and, with it's handle, made the impression of dragging your hoof across the ground.

"Companion! You have done something greatly special!"

"What's that, Daddy?"

"Making your old man smile."

She giggled. "So I am greatly special?"

"Indeed you are!"

"Yay!"

"Yay, indeed..." He trailed off. "Well, my little rascal, I have work to do! See you in a bit!"

"See you in a bit, D- ... Old man!"

"Look at this girl! Already making fun of her dad!" He said jokingly. "Bye, Companion."

"Goodbye, Daddy."

As he shut the drawer, he had a grin, as he picked up the intelligence dampening core and placed it on his back, he had a smile and as he walked out of his office, he had a smirk.

Carrying the dampening core was a lot easier than the anger core as it was lighter and wasn't making death threats every second it got.

As he walked got to the top of the stairs, he could see Prof trying to wedge the common core the wrong way. Domme just rolled his eyes, smirked and walked over to him.

"Need any help?" He said jokingly.

"Ha, ha," Prof said, whacking the core. "But yes, very much so!"

"You want to know a trick?"

"Fine, tell me."

"It helps to have the eye the right way up." He smirked.

"Oh," he flipped the core around and slotted it into the plug, it sparked slighlty as it slid in. " I did it!"

"Yes you did. Now, come on, the anger core," he flipped a handle as Prof did. "Flip it," they spun it around until the eye was the right way up. "Stick it!" They shoved the core into the plug. A second after the slight spark, GAL started to go haywire: talking gibberish, swaying and spinning around.

"Quick! The dampening core!" Domme shouted over the deafening sound of the gibberish.

"Got it!" Prof threw it up and charged at the plug like a shield wall, crashing into the plug, rocketing Prof back as it slid it. Ten seconds after it sparked, GAL returned back to normal.

"Phew!" Domme panted, swiping the sweat away from his brow. "That was close!"

"Indeed it was, but which now?"

"Curiosity and history."

"Which comes first?"

"Either we want it to make theories about our history or we just want it to be curious. Take a pick."

"I'll go with the first."

"Curiosity it is." Domme said with a smirk.