Chickens and Mallows

Chickens and Mallows

Written by RB101

Chapter Six: Technological Explanations

“Well, you two, you better have notes ready, because this will be a helluva ride, learning about computers.”

The two fillies rush of to, what I guess, is to find a pen and a pencil. I'm sure that there is enough of those in this house. Point is, they have no clue what a pencil or a piece of paper is, so they immediately rush back. Before they can say anything, I have some paper and two pens in my hands, and they grab them and sit upon my lap.

“Right. Time for Technological Explanations. This,” I point to the computer screen. “is a monitor. It displays images using LEDs or LCDs and frames to let me see what is going on in the computer.” The fillies start scribbling notes down on their paper, before Sweetie asks a question: “So that thing there,” she points to the screen, “isn't the computer?”

“Yes,” I respond, as I move my chair back, almost making the girls stumble. I point my finger to the computer. “That there is the actual computer. It's basically a large box filled with different wires, gears, and motors to generate different commands, that can either be self inputted or automatically inputted. It allows me to do many things. For instance,” I begin, before opening to a software that I had downloaded, a music making software called Linux MultiMedia Studio, or LMMS for short. “This software allows me to make different sounds and noises to create music. It's all based off of electronics, the sounds coming out of these speakers,” I trail my finger to the speakers to either side of the computer screen. “which amplifies sound to make it louder, but I normally have a pair of headphones or earphones.”

“What's the difference between headphones and earphones?” Scoot asks.

“Headphones, “I grab my set of headphones, “go over over the head and over the ears,” I place them on my head and over my ears, “like so.” I remove them from my head and grab my earphones. “Earphones have special earbuds, that go inside of the ear.” I put my earphones on, to demonstrate the difference.

“Ahh… right. Got it. Thanks Brendan. ” Scoot soon says.

“Now back to this,” I close the music software I opened. “Computers can't do very much without access to something called the Internet. It basically is a virtual server that allows things to be viewed without the need of any downloading. It allows me to do many things, enhancing the computers use by about forty three times, obviously not an accurate number.” I open Chrome, and it takes me to the Google homepage.

“Goo-gel? Go-ggle?” the two of them start trying to pronounce the word on the screen.

“Google,” I correct,  “the main server host for all your questions and answers. You can search for anything with the use of this server. It is pretty helpful when needing information. Ask me a question and I can type it in with this keyboard,” I tap the keyboard's side, “and I will get the answer for you.”

Sharply, Sweetie Belle comes up with an equation for Google to solve: “Thirty-Three times Forty-Two.”

I type in the equation into the Google search engine, and gives us the answer: “Thirteen Eighty-Six.” I read aloud.

They look stunned at the capability of this new piece of machinery they have discovered.

“Thirty-Four times the Square Root of Sixty-Nine.” Scootaloo blurts.

I type it in. “Two Fourty-Two Point Four Two, rounded to two decimal places.”

They look amazed by its ability yet again.

“It does it so fast! I like this machine.” Scootaloo exclaims before reaching up to grab the mouse.

I quickly stop her from doing so. “Sorry Scoot, but if you look in the wrong place, the Internet can be the strangest place to go to. One wrong move and you will never see things the same way again. Trust me on that, I have first-hand experience from that kind of thing.” I warn.

“It really can't be that bad, can it?” Sweetie asks.

“Just take my word on it, okay? I don't want you looking at things you're not supposed to look at.”

They nod their heads in unison. I sigh in relief before taking a sip of my now lukewarm coffee. “Forgot that was there,” I quietly mutter to myself.

I soon let out a big yawn, indicating that I have had a lack of sleep. “I should really get some shut-eye, I didn't sleep when you all did.” I down the rest of my coffee in the process.

They start to look sad, ears drooping down to the side of their heads, pouting for a moment, but they soon jump off of my lap, ears perked up, and they place their notes onto the desk, before Sweetie Belle walks out, and Scootaloo trots back in. I hop into my bed, unaware of Scoot's presence, only for me to see it as she jumps onto the bed and lays down beside me, taking the covers to drape them over herself. “Me neither, I didn't sleep too. Uncomfortable and cold out there” she whispers.

I chuckle quietly for a bit. She really is enjoying my company. I turn to give her a hug. She obliges and extends her forearms to me, bringing us together in arms. Her fur is very warm up against the fabric I'm wearing, and she has a slight scent of lavender to her mane. Kinda explains the purple. She rests her neck against my shoulder, head rubbing against my cheek. This is a really enjoyable embrace I have shared with a chicken, figuatively speaking, and it seems like it would never end.

Alas, I was wrong, and after about thirty seconds, she pulls back, still with our arms around each other. We look into each other's eyes for a bit, slightly trying to distract ourselves, before I eventually turn to begin falling asleep. However, she tugs me back, so I shuffle around to make eye contact.

I am greeted with a kiss on my lips...

...woah. I quickly return her kiss, indulging in the passion of the both of us. It stops after about a minute,  before she whispers something:

“Who you callin’ Chicken, eh?”

I smile, before shuffling for another embrace, falling asleep into each arms....