Mickey Pt.3

((You are still Anon))

 

"I don't even know what to say."

>"Oh! I know! How about 'Hi! My name is Anon! What's your name?'"

"What do you go by?"

>"You can call me Mickey"

"Mickey, huh."

>"Yep!"

"Are you... Shaking?"

>"Oh, uh, maybe, I am hyperactive, this happens from time to time."

"How am I going to take care of you? Ugh."

>"Well, I'm easy going. Feed me, care for me, love me. Do everything you used to do Anon."

"Used to do, sure Mickey."

>"Excuse me a sec."

>She walked out of your room and started bounding around on the couch in the living area

>"Woo! Things feel so different out here!"

>At this point you are both amazed, but nervous as well

>Now that there is this, well, Audacity pony in your life

>How are you going to carry on with work?

>What are you going to feed her?

>How much is she going to cost you to take care of?

>Can you bring her out in public?

>By the time you were done thinking, she must have been standing there saying your name over and over again for three minutes now

"Hmm? What do you want?"

>"Whew! I thought you were going to pass out again>"

"..."

>"I'm hungry"

"Okay. Hold on."

>You walk into what is sort of a kitchen

>Your condo is terribly small

>Tiny bathroom, tiny bedroom, and a living area that is half kitchen

>You put some peanut butter on a piece of bread and roll it up

>You walk over to her, stuff it in her mouth, and go to your room to get your laptop

>She follows you the entire way, crumbs falling out of her mouth

>You open your laptop and lay on the couch

>She climbs on top of you and starts to chew loudly in your ear

>You cringe

"Enjoying your... Snack? Mickey?"

>"Ipf goof!"

"Okay then."

>You start to do a little more research on this fairly new 'software pony' stuff

>Looks like there is not only one other software pony but about twenty

>Some guy even wrote an article!

>You begin to read through it.

 

It scared the wits out of me.

That moment after my whole apartment was shrouded in smoke, I had no idea what to expect.

If you were to tell me that on this day I would have a super-computer pony at my side, I would have called you crazy.

The fact that these are just bugs in software is considerably amazing.

The things that little Jackie and Winnie here are capable of are incredible.

This of course was what held me back from introducing them to the world.

Because of they're abilities and uniqueness, who knows who is out there wanting to snatch them up?

Well, Jackie here brought up a good point.

'You can't hide us forever.' She said, the day we met Winnie.

So they are now connected to police computers everywhere, constantly being helped, and helping the police themselves with constant diagnostics, to someday in the future, build even stronger, better software.

With these two little ponies, we can unlock some of the most amazing things.

One thing I have already unlocked are two great friendships, and one heartwarming, irreplaceable, intimate relationship.

 

>You Triple-take the last part

>Relationship

>Does that mean he is in love with a pony?

>How on earth does that work?

>"Aww! That is so sweet!"

"It is kinda sweet but, how are even supposed to have a relationship with a pony?"

>Dirty thoughts come to mind

>Oh god stop

>"I dunno. Oh hey look at that!"

>Mickey points to a diagram thumbnail image in the bottom left corner of the screen

>You click it

>'Anatomy of an Ai Pony.'

>It listed every single body part and function of an Ai pony

>Apparently underneath all of their fur and skin, is an entire exoskeleton built of extremely fine circuits and microchips, allowing them to glow in a fiber-optic sort of way

>You start to get really sucked into this

>They have two genuine and lifelike eyes, but they act as projectors and navigation for within their system, and their outside environment

>They have all of the capabilities of a miniature pony, and a supercomputer

>Then you realize something

>Ai ponies are completely, anatomically correct

>Huh, alrighty then

>"I want to meet them."

"Who?"

>"Jackie and Winnie!"

>You take another look at the article

>They live all the way up in Washington State, you live in New York

>How the hell are you going to manage that

>At the moment, you are afraid to pay for a wrecked speaker

"Sure! I can just magically pull a wad of cash from my pocket."

>"You can?! That is so cool!"

>You grab her by the wings and drop her on the floor

"No."

>She whimpers and whines a little

>"Ow! Ah! Anon! P-please be more careful with me." She said as she winced in pain

>She started trying to grab a wing her mouth

>You could tell that she was fighting back tears

>Oh god what did you just do

>You get off of the couch swiftly and kneel down to her level

"Mickey I- I'm sorry." You say, tears starting to well up in your eyes as well

>Why are you getting so emotional around her?

>"N-no Anon, I'm sorry."

>You reach out and pick her up

>You plop her back down on the couch

>She stands on her hind legs and leans over the side, her left wing stiff and stretched out

>"It huurttsss!" She wails

"I'm sorry Mickey! I don't know what to do!" You say, wiping your eyes

>"It feels like it's dislocated or something."

>You begin to plot places to push on or massage

>You press your thumb at the base of her left wing and begin rubbing it in a circular motion

>You hear a 'Pop!'

>She yelps

>Ohgodyoubrokeit

>Her whimpers stop and her wing slowly folds back to her side

>"Thank you Anon."

"Mickey, I'm really, truly sorry. I'm just a big asshole."

>You're still sort of crying

>"It's okay Anon, I understand you, you don't need to change one bit."

"Thank you, Mickey"

"...Mickey?"

>She had already fallen asleep again

>Way too much is happening, and way too fast for that matter