Twilight Quantum Electronicsby KentavritsaChaptersThe Introduction: 1An Offer: 2A Gift, Forwared: 3The Introduction: 1Author's Note Twilight Sparkle's POV The Introduction: 1 . Since I had already produced a fully functional solar panel, what is preventing me from producing another or a million more? Nothing, that's what. What is to stand out, about this particular solar panel is not that is working; what stands out is just how much power it is producing, aside from the exceptional durability and structural strength. Of course Twilight had read up on how much power a regular, commercial solar panel is expected to produce; but why settle for the expected norm, when you can get more out of it? "I should be marketing the product, towards institutions of learning!" I ponder. The natural first step; is the local University; the center of learning and science. Where else, but the local University? Where else, indeed. Twilight, is the moment between night and day Twilight, is the border between light and dark Twilight, is the border between life and death Twilight, is also the area where learning and study is meaningful and even possible Twilight, is also a Pony. However. Twilight is, and can not be avoided, or bypassed. "They do have a local University, I hope!" I ponder; "Or, I will have to look for other Universities in the state, unless I could establish a University of my own!" I consider. Since the cinematic sofa in my living room is comfortable; I am sitting there, as I browse for the university I am looking for. Since April Trotter has not signed up yet, I could not ask her. In the end, I do find a University. I knew they have them; I just did not know which University I should be addressing, or which address I were to send the letter to. While I am at it; I had already established and registered a business to front my activity, I had in mind. The form is simple enough, Celestia knows I have learned how to fill in a form. In the end, it proved easy to find the University and the address; just as it was easy, to find the rest of the details I had been looking for. Now, I just had to formulate the letter; in which, I offer them what I had in mind. . "Dear Headmaster! I am Twilight Sparkle, representing the Twilight Quantum Electronics. Now, I am offering you, to see the marvels of what technology can provide, in order to make your life easier; both in person and for your faculty. If you do not mind; I would love to demonstrate, what I have to offer. With your permission, I could install the solar panels onto your roof, thus providing you with free electricity for the foreseeable future. If you accept my offer; this would also take care of roof maintenance, of course. I supply the specs on the back, so you can get a picture of my offer. Yours sincerely, Twilight Sparkle of the Twilight Quantum Electronics Ps: I will also include a working model, in the form of a panorama Cottage. . "Now, I just hope she is accepting my proposal; or I will be forced to face the option between just blunt force installing it anyway, or find another University, High-school or Tech-company that does accept my offer!" I ponder. But I would have preferred to have them accepting, even if I intend to install these panels all across the nation and beyond. In short order; that is, of course. If this goes according to plan; only my capacity of producing and installing is the limiting factor. I know the Google Translate- will be an issue; so I just have to pick up some alternative means, to present my proposal to them. The specs and the panorama should be speaking for themselves, but still. You never know. "There goes that Panorama!" I ponder; "But, I made more!" I continue, with a bemused snicker. Well, but of course I had made more; these are my first marketing tool, with which I present my product to each and every prospective customer. Since I had read up, on the theory behind how the panel works and how I could improve upon the original design; of course, I had read up on what the going price for a panel is and what it costs installing them as well. Naturally; I market the product at a reduced price for the first few, and some discount for Universities of course. How could I not. While I had prepared everything, I had been preparing for every imaginable contingency; but the waiting, is something I simply could not prepare for. Once the offer had been presented, and everything had been sent to the customer; all I can do, is to wait. I love books, and studying. I love my books, did I mention that? But, what good is learning; if you do not put it to good use, helping your friends and the community at large? Since I had managed to produce a working prototype of my solar panel, I know I can produce another; I can produce more, as many as I want, not to mention installing them. Well, this had been the easy part. Presenting the offer is also easy, foal's play; but to convince others, may be a different matter. This, is where the stress and uncertainty comes into play. Still, I had to push forwards. I have to present my product; in order to see my product in use and help others. I may not live in Equestria; I had never been there; but what does that change, exactly nothing. I will help the community I am currently living in. "How long will it take them, to respond?" I ponder; "I know the postal service may take anywhere between one and three days, at the very least!" I consider. "But, waiting is the worst!" I mutter. I would love to assume, they do pick up the proposal directly; just as I would love for them to examine, what I had offered them. I don't want them to reject it out of hoof; but I don't want them to just accept it without all the due consideration, either. With all the effort I had put into this project, I want to have the recognition fairly and honestly. While I had put the price fairly low, at least in their view; but it is a serious and sincere offer on my part. Even if the project had started, just for me to ensure I can power my Mecha safely on the long term. An Offer: 2Author's Note Headmaster's POV An Offer: 2 . I had arrived at my office, stepping into the room; only to find a package, on my desk. "Curious, I had not been expecting a package, or even any mail, today!" I ponder, as I am stepping up to the desk before me. I pull out the chair, sit down, pull the chair back in. Of course, I could not help but noticing the package on the top of my desk; just as I did notice the envelope lying, resting comfortably on the top of the fairly large, beige box. "Guess I should be reading the letter first, and not just because it is on the top of the stack!" I ponder, as I am picking it up, breaking the seal. With the seal broken, I reach into the envelope; extracting the sheet of paper, holding it up before me. The letter had been addressed to me in person, of course; naming me, in the position of the Headmaster. This is in order, based on my position; I had not expected the mail, but the letter is correctly addressing me all the same. "Let me see; what I have, before me!" I mumble to myself, as I am starting to read the letter . "Dear Headmaster! I am Twilight Sparkle, representing the Twilight Quantum Electronics. Now, I am offering you, to see the marvels of what technology can provide, in order to make your life easier; both in person and for your faculty. If you do not mind; I would love to demonstrate, what I have to offer. With your permission, I could install the solar panels onto your roof, thus providing you with free electricity for the foreseeable future. If you accept my offer; this would also take care of roof maintenance, of course. I supply the specs on the back, so you can get a picture of my offer. Yours sincerely, Twilight Sparkle of the Twilight Quantum Electronics Ps: I will also include a working model, in the form of a panorama Cottage. . "Such beautiful handwriting!" Is the first thought to strike me; "This is indeed handwriting, but looks as neat, as if it had been printed!" I realize; "Who would put in the effort, these days?" I conclude. Of course, I will have to examine the offer further. I turn the page over, reading up on the specs such as presented to me. "Do I dare accepting this offer, based off of the specs as presented and the formal style it is in; considering how these specs had to be either fraudulent claims, or well above not just the civil standards but also the military and probably the first stage research?" I ponder; "While I guess I could try to confirm the validity of the patterns involved, as well as the standings of the business making the offer!" I consider; "However, I will have to evaluate the sample, before I can act!" I conclude. "The Panorama cottage had to be the content of the package!" I realize; "I guess that would explain quite a few things!" I ponder. I put the letter into the envelope, for later studies; before I set it aside, turning my attention onto the package upon which the envelope had been resting. With the package on my desk, before me; I carefully break the seal, hoping I neither damage the content, nor set of a trap of any sort. However, the offer proves genuine enough, as I do find the quality crafting of the promised cottage inside. "Oh!" I exclaim. This is a two story building, intended for one single family of regular size. A man, a woman and two children; going by the outwards appearance. The roof had been lain with black panels, appearing as if it had been copper painted black; but with a glossy quality, almost like a mirror. There is a beautiful wooden fence and a mailbox, four standard looking streetlights and a light illuminating the porch. If I am looking inside, I see standard indoors lighting, as if a family had indeed been living there in style right now. The doors and windows can be opened. But just as a doll-house; you can open the building to see the interior, and play with it. For demonstrative purposes, of course. "Batteries included" a label reads. I follow the instructions, and the solar panels are activated. These had apparently not been active, just as the battery in a toy had not been connected in the toy. Had the panels been active, or the batteries connected; it would have ruined the demonstration, or the batteries would have been drained before the toy reaches the child. Once activated, the light flickers on, in the manner expected; as if I had been walking into my home, not all at once. Yet, I can see the lights shining quite bright; maybe a bit much for my sensibilities. Surprisingly enough, there is a stove, a fridge and a freezer in the kitchen. Just as every other expected appliance had been installed beforehand; just as if someone is actually living in the cottage. While everything is miniature, in scale; everything is still fully operational or functional, as if someone had been living there. Even the Television set, in the form of a large LED screen. "If only I had had a dress-up doll; then I would have had clothes, to wash in this washing-machine!" I ponder in obvious bemusement. In shock, I realize the television is indeed fully functional; as it is activated, and a program is coming on. "Someone had put insane efforts into this Panorama!" I realize, in overt chock. She had indeed been doing her home-work, reading up on everything required in order to produce this panorama; but not only had she understood what these things mean, she had managed to incorporate the theory into the production of functional items. "Secretary, I need you to confirm the numbers of a few patterns; could you come right now, urgently?" I inquire. "Urgently?" she inquires, dropping everything she had before her, stepping into my office. "Yes.." I respond; "Normally, I would not have considered; but the effort put into the presentation, aside from the specs presented demands it!" I explain, as my secretary stands before me. She is accepting the envelope I had received; "Of course!" Angeline merely responds, as she walks back to her desk. I know she will be digging up everything I had asked of her. However, I expect it to take her a while to get to the bottom, of what I had been demanding out of her. These things usually do. Regardless, of the outcome of her investigation; I will have to make a few calls, while I intend to humour whomever had sent the offer. Five minutes later, Angeline returns. "Sir, the patterns are in order!" she explains; "However; the Twilight Quantum Electronics is established mere days back!" she enlightens me. "Since the patterns are filed and in order, I guess it is correct to proceed!" I respond. "I guess I should have been expecting it, based on the name of the business!" I offer. "If I may ask; but what does the words Twilight, Quantum and Electronics even mean in context?" Angeline inquires, cautiously. "I dare not speculate, but it sounds insanely advanced; which is an instant red flag!" I prompt. "The specs given are not just above expected, which would have been looking good; but these are so far ahead of the pack, it looks like someone is either pranking us or offer something you dare not accept!" she offers. "I will have to report this offer; but if it proves genuine, they will be flaying me if I have not accepted!" I point out. "Divided loyalties.." Angeline breathes; "you just found yourself in the demonic pit!" she exclaims, as she is hasting out of my office, in order to return to her regular duties. I could not blame her, and she is indeed right. "Balancing the needs and desires of the staff and professors against the needs and demands of the students is child's play here!" I ponder. "May you live in interesting times.." I mutter to noone in particular, reminded of the ancient curse. Oh, but of course the technology and specs had to prove correct. Just that the output promised had been on the shy or cautious end; not an overestimation as I had been expecting. "Now, I will just have to formulate the letter of acceptance; authorizing the installation of these solar panels.." I ponder. "An offer, you can't refuse!" she mumbles, guffawing, as she had returned to her desk. A Gift, Forwared: 3. The Panorama has performed its purpose. The Demonstration of the Technology and the design had been conveyed to the intended target audience. It had been far too cheap to produce, to request for it to be returned, after the consideration as well. From the initial appearance, this should have been far too fragile; to be put out, as a mere toy. However, on closer inspection; the crafter had put an effort into the job, ensuring to make the point. The quality and durability is worthy of being presented for consideration. Just, that it may be put to better use; entertaining a child, than collecting dust on the shelf of our storage. I do not intend to needlessly destroy it for no reason, though. Thankfully, I do have a daughter in the proper age; who just may be interested, in receiving this as a gift. If this had not been the case, I would have donated this to the cause; to entertain a child, who could enjoy this for all it is worth. Well, why not? It wouldn’t cost me anything. I could have chosen, to order it disassembled in order to gain knowledge; but this could have been seen, as acting in bad faith. Something I could not make myself do, in the position in which I am. This offer is looking far too good, to pass up. I had had it examined close enough to see; to know it would also be safe, for a child to play with. What I did not know; is the secrets still held within the construction of what appears to be a mere toy, in the form of a perfectly scaled down cottage, one could otherwise have lived in. In the end, I had opted to take it home with me; wrapped as a gift to my Daughter, after all the related paperwork had been properly filed for this item of course. Never neglect to file the paperwork first; it may come back to bite you later, it always will. For an accomplished Academic, you simply can not take the chance it will miss you. While I guess I could have mailed it, or have a courier carry it for me; in order to move it to the location, but I had still chosen to carry it in person. . I had just arrived at my home, stepping out of the vehicle; walking the short distance to the front door of my home. Since my Daughter is home, already; the door is unlocked. As a matter of fact, she is even opening the door for me; just as I step up to the door “Mummy, Mummy!” she exclaims. “Santa Clause is early, this year!” I tease her; “I have a gift for you, today!” I continue, as I am presenting her with the Cottage Panorama that had so conveniently landed in my lap. “Santa Clause?” she inquires, curious and perplexed. “It’s the bringer of gifts, for all the Good girls!” I explain. “Thank you, Mummy!” she merely responds, as she is accepting the gift I am bringing home for her to play with. “Have fun!” I put forth, as I see her run off to her room. “I will!” she responds, excitedly. “She always love gifts, when I bring them to her!” I ponder, giggling; “Well, why not?” I continue. . I had closed the door behind me carefully, after I had stepped into my room. I always do, quietly. With the package still in my hands; I walk over to my desk, placing the package on the table-top. Now I am examining the package, and its wrapping. I do not shake the box. That’s just a silly practice I grew out of years ago. Far too eager, to see the gift; I soon set off to unwrap the box, to see the fairly unassuming surface of a cardboard box with nothing more than a valid address to my Mother’s office. “Let’s see, what Santa Clause brought over this time!” I mumble to myself. The box is quiet, of course; not a sound is escaping it, right now. Well, why should it be making any sound, or noise in the first place? It is just a box, after all. Well, some toys do make sounds, or produce noises. Particularly if rattled, or provoked. I lean over, breaking the seal of the box; slowly, carefully opening the box at the top. Flipping the two topmost flaps open; then the two secondary flaps, holding the content firmly in place. A bit of a let-down, or disappointment; but it only reveals the packing block. Well, maybe this should have been expected; the package had been mailed to my Mother’s office in the first place. Packages may be handled roughly, with the mail, or in transport, in general. Even I knew that. Now, resolutely determined to reveal the gift she had brought home for me, I carefully pull the white block out of the box, once more leaning over its mysterious content. “Wait, what?” I exclaim, as I see what is hidden within the package; “A perfect scale model of a Cottage!” I conclude. I lean forwards, reaching in and grabs the model in my hands with great care. If this is my gift, I have to extract it with great care; not to break it, or by any means damage what I had been given. Only as I am pulling the Cottage out of the box, do I notice that it is one single peace. I had noticed that there is a street at the front with street lights and everything, but still. “A bit unusual roof tiles; but otherwise, it looks like a perfectly fine Cottage one could have lived in!” I observe. “Wait; these are actual, functional solar Panels?” I exclaim, as it hits home. “And, of course the indoors light works as well!” I put forth; “Well, why not?” I question. “If this is a Cottage model of that quality; what more is in there, waiting for me to discover?” I ponder. If the scale of the building had been correct, I could indeed have been living in this cottage. It even has a Mailbox by the street with a name on it and everything. “Twilight Sparkle!” the name reads. Looking closer; it has the mark of Twilight Sparkle, in the form of her Stars in a perfectly replicated formation. I take a break; slipping the bock back into the box while keeping the cottage model on my desk, closing the box and setting it aside before I return my attention to the cottage I had just been given. “Santa Clause!” I ponder; “Was that a Pun, or a miss pronunciation on her part?” I continue, questioning. As I return my attention towards the Cottage on my desk, something had clearly changed. I just can’t quite put a finger on exactly what, or how. The next moment, the door on the front of the cottage swings open and Twilight trots out. “Greetings; I am Twilight Sparkle!” she proclaims. “Greetings, Twilight…” I respond, taken aback by the sudden appearance of the purple Pony exiting the Cottage before me. The next moment, a Girl and a Cat follows the Pony out of the house. “I am May Trotter, and this is our Cat: Penelope!” she presents herself and the Cat she is indicating with a gesture of her right hand. “Oh – kay, this is officially Weird!” I ponder; “Hi, May and Penelope!” I then continue. “Nice to meet you!” May exclaims. “Likewise!” Twilight responds, with a smile spreading out over her face. “I do have a gift, for you; if you care to open the drawer of your night stand, to pick it up!” May proclaims, in a rather jovial tone. “Wait, you do?” I ponder; “Thank you, May!” I respond, as I am turning towards my night stand. Quantum Village Installing the Panel
The Introduction: 1Author's Note Twilight Sparkle's POV The Introduction: 1 . Since I had already produced a fully functional solar panel, what is preventing me from producing another or a million more? Nothing, that's what. What is to stand out, about this particular solar panel is not that is working; what stands out is just how much power it is producing, aside from the exceptional durability and structural strength. Of course Twilight had read up on how much power a regular, commercial solar panel is expected to produce; but why settle for the expected norm, when you can get more out of it? "I should be marketing the product, towards institutions of learning!" I ponder. The natural first step; is the local University; the center of learning and science. Where else, but the local University? Where else, indeed. Twilight, is the moment between night and day Twilight, is the border between light and dark Twilight, is the border between life and death Twilight, is also the area where learning and study is meaningful and even possible Twilight, is also a Pony. However. Twilight is, and can not be avoided, or bypassed. "They do have a local University, I hope!" I ponder; "Or, I will have to look for other Universities in the state, unless I could establish a University of my own!" I consider. Since the cinematic sofa in my living room is comfortable; I am sitting there, as I browse for the university I am looking for. Since April Trotter has not signed up yet, I could not ask her. In the end, I do find a University. I knew they have them; I just did not know which University I should be addressing, or which address I were to send the letter to. While I am at it; I had already established and registered a business to front my activity, I had in mind. The form is simple enough, Celestia knows I have learned how to fill in a form. In the end, it proved easy to find the University and the address; just as it was easy, to find the rest of the details I had been looking for. Now, I just had to formulate the letter; in which, I offer them what I had in mind. . "Dear Headmaster! I am Twilight Sparkle, representing the Twilight Quantum Electronics. Now, I am offering you, to see the marvels of what technology can provide, in order to make your life easier; both in person and for your faculty. If you do not mind; I would love to demonstrate, what I have to offer. With your permission, I could install the solar panels onto your roof, thus providing you with free electricity for the foreseeable future. If you accept my offer; this would also take care of roof maintenance, of course. I supply the specs on the back, so you can get a picture of my offer. Yours sincerely, Twilight Sparkle of the Twilight Quantum Electronics Ps: I will also include a working model, in the form of a panorama Cottage. . "Now, I just hope she is accepting my proposal; or I will be forced to face the option between just blunt force installing it anyway, or find another University, High-school or Tech-company that does accept my offer!" I ponder. But I would have preferred to have them accepting, even if I intend to install these panels all across the nation and beyond. In short order; that is, of course. If this goes according to plan; only my capacity of producing and installing is the limiting factor. I know the Google Translate- will be an issue; so I just have to pick up some alternative means, to present my proposal to them. The specs and the panorama should be speaking for themselves, but still. You never know. "There goes that Panorama!" I ponder; "But, I made more!" I continue, with a bemused snicker. Well, but of course I had made more; these are my first marketing tool, with which I present my product to each and every prospective customer. Since I had read up, on the theory behind how the panel works and how I could improve upon the original design; of course, I had read up on what the going price for a panel is and what it costs installing them as well. Naturally; I market the product at a reduced price for the first few, and some discount for Universities of course. How could I not. While I had prepared everything, I had been preparing for every imaginable contingency; but the waiting, is something I simply could not prepare for. Once the offer had been presented, and everything had been sent to the customer; all I can do, is to wait. I love books, and studying. I love my books, did I mention that? But, what good is learning; if you do not put it to good use, helping your friends and the community at large? Since I had managed to produce a working prototype of my solar panel, I know I can produce another; I can produce more, as many as I want, not to mention installing them. Well, this had been the easy part. Presenting the offer is also easy, foal's play; but to convince others, may be a different matter. This, is where the stress and uncertainty comes into play. Still, I had to push forwards. I have to present my product; in order to see my product in use and help others. I may not live in Equestria; I had never been there; but what does that change, exactly nothing. I will help the community I am currently living in. "How long will it take them, to respond?" I ponder; "I know the postal service may take anywhere between one and three days, at the very least!" I consider. "But, waiting is the worst!" I mutter. I would love to assume, they do pick up the proposal directly; just as I would love for them to examine, what I had offered them. I don't want them to reject it out of hoof; but I don't want them to just accept it without all the due consideration, either. With all the effort I had put into this project, I want to have the recognition fairly and honestly. While I had put the price fairly low, at least in their view; but it is a serious and sincere offer on my part. Even if the project had started, just for me to ensure I can power my Mecha safely on the long term.
An Offer: 2Author's Note Headmaster's POV An Offer: 2 . I had arrived at my office, stepping into the room; only to find a package, on my desk. "Curious, I had not been expecting a package, or even any mail, today!" I ponder, as I am stepping up to the desk before me. I pull out the chair, sit down, pull the chair back in. Of course, I could not help but noticing the package on the top of my desk; just as I did notice the envelope lying, resting comfortably on the top of the fairly large, beige box. "Guess I should be reading the letter first, and not just because it is on the top of the stack!" I ponder, as I am picking it up, breaking the seal. With the seal broken, I reach into the envelope; extracting the sheet of paper, holding it up before me. The letter had been addressed to me in person, of course; naming me, in the position of the Headmaster. This is in order, based on my position; I had not expected the mail, but the letter is correctly addressing me all the same. "Let me see; what I have, before me!" I mumble to myself, as I am starting to read the letter . "Dear Headmaster! I am Twilight Sparkle, representing the Twilight Quantum Electronics. Now, I am offering you, to see the marvels of what technology can provide, in order to make your life easier; both in person and for your faculty. If you do not mind; I would love to demonstrate, what I have to offer. With your permission, I could install the solar panels onto your roof, thus providing you with free electricity for the foreseeable future. If you accept my offer; this would also take care of roof maintenance, of course. I supply the specs on the back, so you can get a picture of my offer. Yours sincerely, Twilight Sparkle of the Twilight Quantum Electronics Ps: I will also include a working model, in the form of a panorama Cottage. . "Such beautiful handwriting!" Is the first thought to strike me; "This is indeed handwriting, but looks as neat, as if it had been printed!" I realize; "Who would put in the effort, these days?" I conclude. Of course, I will have to examine the offer further. I turn the page over, reading up on the specs such as presented to me. "Do I dare accepting this offer, based off of the specs as presented and the formal style it is in; considering how these specs had to be either fraudulent claims, or well above not just the civil standards but also the military and probably the first stage research?" I ponder; "While I guess I could try to confirm the validity of the patterns involved, as well as the standings of the business making the offer!" I consider; "However, I will have to evaluate the sample, before I can act!" I conclude. "The Panorama cottage had to be the content of the package!" I realize; "I guess that would explain quite a few things!" I ponder. I put the letter into the envelope, for later studies; before I set it aside, turning my attention onto the package upon which the envelope had been resting. With the package on my desk, before me; I carefully break the seal, hoping I neither damage the content, nor set of a trap of any sort. However, the offer proves genuine enough, as I do find the quality crafting of the promised cottage inside. "Oh!" I exclaim. This is a two story building, intended for one single family of regular size. A man, a woman and two children; going by the outwards appearance. The roof had been lain with black panels, appearing as if it had been copper painted black; but with a glossy quality, almost like a mirror. There is a beautiful wooden fence and a mailbox, four standard looking streetlights and a light illuminating the porch. If I am looking inside, I see standard indoors lighting, as if a family had indeed been living there in style right now. The doors and windows can be opened. But just as a doll-house; you can open the building to see the interior, and play with it. For demonstrative purposes, of course. "Batteries included" a label reads. I follow the instructions, and the solar panels are activated. These had apparently not been active, just as the battery in a toy had not been connected in the toy. Had the panels been active, or the batteries connected; it would have ruined the demonstration, or the batteries would have been drained before the toy reaches the child. Once activated, the light flickers on, in the manner expected; as if I had been walking into my home, not all at once. Yet, I can see the lights shining quite bright; maybe a bit much for my sensibilities. Surprisingly enough, there is a stove, a fridge and a freezer in the kitchen. Just as every other expected appliance had been installed beforehand; just as if someone is actually living in the cottage. While everything is miniature, in scale; everything is still fully operational or functional, as if someone had been living there. Even the Television set, in the form of a large LED screen. "If only I had had a dress-up doll; then I would have had clothes, to wash in this washing-machine!" I ponder in obvious bemusement. In shock, I realize the television is indeed fully functional; as it is activated, and a program is coming on. "Someone had put insane efforts into this Panorama!" I realize, in overt chock. She had indeed been doing her home-work, reading up on everything required in order to produce this panorama; but not only had she understood what these things mean, she had managed to incorporate the theory into the production of functional items. "Secretary, I need you to confirm the numbers of a few patterns; could you come right now, urgently?" I inquire. "Urgently?" she inquires, dropping everything she had before her, stepping into my office. "Yes.." I respond; "Normally, I would not have considered; but the effort put into the presentation, aside from the specs presented demands it!" I explain, as my secretary stands before me. She is accepting the envelope I had received; "Of course!" Angeline merely responds, as she walks back to her desk. I know she will be digging up everything I had asked of her. However, I expect it to take her a while to get to the bottom, of what I had been demanding out of her. These things usually do. Regardless, of the outcome of her investigation; I will have to make a few calls, while I intend to humour whomever had sent the offer. Five minutes later, Angeline returns. "Sir, the patterns are in order!" she explains; "However; the Twilight Quantum Electronics is established mere days back!" she enlightens me. "Since the patterns are filed and in order, I guess it is correct to proceed!" I respond. "I guess I should have been expecting it, based on the name of the business!" I offer. "If I may ask; but what does the words Twilight, Quantum and Electronics even mean in context?" Angeline inquires, cautiously. "I dare not speculate, but it sounds insanely advanced; which is an instant red flag!" I prompt. "The specs given are not just above expected, which would have been looking good; but these are so far ahead of the pack, it looks like someone is either pranking us or offer something you dare not accept!" she offers. "I will have to report this offer; but if it proves genuine, they will be flaying me if I have not accepted!" I point out. "Divided loyalties.." Angeline breathes; "you just found yourself in the demonic pit!" she exclaims, as she is hasting out of my office, in order to return to her regular duties. I could not blame her, and she is indeed right. "Balancing the needs and desires of the staff and professors against the needs and demands of the students is child's play here!" I ponder. "May you live in interesting times.." I mutter to noone in particular, reminded of the ancient curse. Oh, but of course the technology and specs had to prove correct. Just that the output promised had been on the shy or cautious end; not an overestimation as I had been expecting. "Now, I will just have to formulate the letter of acceptance; authorizing the installation of these solar panels.." I ponder. "An offer, you can't refuse!" she mumbles, guffawing, as she had returned to her desk.
A Gift, Forwared: 3. The Panorama has performed its purpose. The Demonstration of the Technology and the design had been conveyed to the intended target audience. It had been far too cheap to produce, to request for it to be returned, after the consideration as well. From the initial appearance, this should have been far too fragile; to be put out, as a mere toy. However, on closer inspection; the crafter had put an effort into the job, ensuring to make the point. The quality and durability is worthy of being presented for consideration. Just, that it may be put to better use; entertaining a child, than collecting dust on the shelf of our storage. I do not intend to needlessly destroy it for no reason, though. Thankfully, I do have a daughter in the proper age; who just may be interested, in receiving this as a gift. If this had not been the case, I would have donated this to the cause; to entertain a child, who could enjoy this for all it is worth. Well, why not? It wouldn’t cost me anything. I could have chosen, to order it disassembled in order to gain knowledge; but this could have been seen, as acting in bad faith. Something I could not make myself do, in the position in which I am. This offer is looking far too good, to pass up. I had had it examined close enough to see; to know it would also be safe, for a child to play with. What I did not know; is the secrets still held within the construction of what appears to be a mere toy, in the form of a perfectly scaled down cottage, one could otherwise have lived in. In the end, I had opted to take it home with me; wrapped as a gift to my Daughter, after all the related paperwork had been properly filed for this item of course. Never neglect to file the paperwork first; it may come back to bite you later, it always will. For an accomplished Academic, you simply can not take the chance it will miss you. While I guess I could have mailed it, or have a courier carry it for me; in order to move it to the location, but I had still chosen to carry it in person. . I had just arrived at my home, stepping out of the vehicle; walking the short distance to the front door of my home. Since my Daughter is home, already; the door is unlocked. As a matter of fact, she is even opening the door for me; just as I step up to the door “Mummy, Mummy!” she exclaims. “Santa Clause is early, this year!” I tease her; “I have a gift for you, today!” I continue, as I am presenting her with the Cottage Panorama that had so conveniently landed in my lap. “Santa Clause?” she inquires, curious and perplexed. “It’s the bringer of gifts, for all the Good girls!” I explain. “Thank you, Mummy!” she merely responds, as she is accepting the gift I am bringing home for her to play with. “Have fun!” I put forth, as I see her run off to her room. “I will!” she responds, excitedly. “She always love gifts, when I bring them to her!” I ponder, giggling; “Well, why not?” I continue. . I had closed the door behind me carefully, after I had stepped into my room. I always do, quietly. With the package still in my hands; I walk over to my desk, placing the package on the table-top. Now I am examining the package, and its wrapping. I do not shake the box. That’s just a silly practice I grew out of years ago. Far too eager, to see the gift; I soon set off to unwrap the box, to see the fairly unassuming surface of a cardboard box with nothing more than a valid address to my Mother’s office. “Let’s see, what Santa Clause brought over this time!” I mumble to myself. The box is quiet, of course; not a sound is escaping it, right now. Well, why should it be making any sound, or noise in the first place? It is just a box, after all. Well, some toys do make sounds, or produce noises. Particularly if rattled, or provoked. I lean over, breaking the seal of the box; slowly, carefully opening the box at the top. Flipping the two topmost flaps open; then the two secondary flaps, holding the content firmly in place. A bit of a let-down, or disappointment; but it only reveals the packing block. Well, maybe this should have been expected; the package had been mailed to my Mother’s office in the first place. Packages may be handled roughly, with the mail, or in transport, in general. Even I knew that. Now, resolutely determined to reveal the gift she had brought home for me, I carefully pull the white block out of the box, once more leaning over its mysterious content. “Wait, what?” I exclaim, as I see what is hidden within the package; “A perfect scale model of a Cottage!” I conclude. I lean forwards, reaching in and grabs the model in my hands with great care. If this is my gift, I have to extract it with great care; not to break it, or by any means damage what I had been given. Only as I am pulling the Cottage out of the box, do I notice that it is one single peace. I had noticed that there is a street at the front with street lights and everything, but still. “A bit unusual roof tiles; but otherwise, it looks like a perfectly fine Cottage one could have lived in!” I observe. “Wait; these are actual, functional solar Panels?” I exclaim, as it hits home. “And, of course the indoors light works as well!” I put forth; “Well, why not?” I question. “If this is a Cottage model of that quality; what more is in there, waiting for me to discover?” I ponder. If the scale of the building had been correct, I could indeed have been living in this cottage. It even has a Mailbox by the street with a name on it and everything. “Twilight Sparkle!” the name reads. Looking closer; it has the mark of Twilight Sparkle, in the form of her Stars in a perfectly replicated formation. I take a break; slipping the bock back into the box while keeping the cottage model on my desk, closing the box and setting it aside before I return my attention to the cottage I had just been given. “Santa Clause!” I ponder; “Was that a Pun, or a miss pronunciation on her part?” I continue, questioning. As I return my attention towards the Cottage on my desk, something had clearly changed. I just can’t quite put a finger on exactly what, or how. The next moment, the door on the front of the cottage swings open and Twilight trots out. “Greetings; I am Twilight Sparkle!” she proclaims. “Greetings, Twilight…” I respond, taken aback by the sudden appearance of the purple Pony exiting the Cottage before me. The next moment, a Girl and a Cat follows the Pony out of the house. “I am May Trotter, and this is our Cat: Penelope!” she presents herself and the Cat she is indicating with a gesture of her right hand. “Oh – kay, this is officially Weird!” I ponder; “Hi, May and Penelope!” I then continue. “Nice to meet you!” May exclaims. “Likewise!” Twilight responds, with a smile spreading out over her face. “I do have a gift, for you; if you care to open the drawer of your night stand, to pick it up!” May proclaims, in a rather jovial tone. “Wait, you do?” I ponder; “Thank you, May!” I respond, as I am turning towards my night stand. Quantum Village Installing the Panel
