>Be Rare
>Lots of things hurt, but your heart hurts the most. Dining looks so sad.
>You had been to many other people. But it wasn't like all of Dining's friends, They weren't doing upsies or pets. You didn't know exactly what they were saying but every time they said something dining looked sadder.
>You have spent the last week at home, Dining seems to be happier taking care of you, but his eyes look like your leg.
>He seems a little sadder today since he seems to know just how in pain you are.
>You have to make dining happy, and you know just how.
>You carefully nuzzle his leg. He notices you
Yes Rare?
>You steel yourself and look up. Even in pain, you know exactly what will make Dining smile.
>"Pick me up, Dining"
>He laughed a little and suddenly the pain went away even if only for a second.
>You nuuzzled in like always as he took you to where you had first been picked up.
>You were comfortable as Dining sat and just held you.
> you started to drift off to sleep as Dining held you. You wondered if DIning would take you out tomorrow, it was going to be your birthday. You hoped he would, even with the pain you wanted him to be absolutely happy right now.
>You closed your eyes, comfortable in Dining's...
 
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>Flubberbie's bangs cover both eyes, hiding the fact that said eyes are spaced way too far apart. Her tail is way, way too big and she makes cartoony squeaking sounds whenever she walks. Left rear leg bracket is unstable, causing appendage to spontaneously detach. The "animal husbandry" subroutines copied from official Fluttershy™ products are corrupted, resulting in an 82% mortality rate of any pets placed in her care.
 
>Plonkle Po actually has a shockingly accurate personality matrix for a bootleg, but her coat is just barely the wrong shade of pink and her eyes are unsettlingly dilated. Also one out of every six units has a flaw in her compressor array that may cause unsafely vented gasses to leak into surrounding cavities -so be prepared for the possibility that your pone may have extended bouts of explosive flatulence. And by explosive, I mean her under-tail area may literally explode outward and shower everything behind her in scalding hot lubricants, melted rubber, and tiny bits of metal. Still pretty funny, though.
 
>rambo fast has authentic karate chop action and says assorted catch phrases ripped off different characters
>"Rrreach for the sky!"
>"SMOKE."
>"I.AM.BATMAN!"
>"ARE YOU SMOKING YET?"
 
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> Be Twiggle Spork
> Everything is dark
> Everything is tight
> You're so alonely
> Suddenly, there is light
> You see something above you
> The light wraps around his head
> Prince Celest!
> He's here to learn you!
> You jump up, wobbling a bit from the movement
> Something feels... wrong
> You look back at yourself, and extend your left wing. It rattles a little bit, and doesn't go far.
> You try to extend your right wing, but instead a little light comes out. You see a small, pointy stub on your side where your left wing should be.
> Celest picks you up
> It must be time for your first lesson!
> You look up at him, eyes wide
> Well, as wide as they can go
> Your right eye doesn't seem to open all the way
> Your mane covers your right eye, being cut at a 45 degree angle
> One of your hooves doesn't even bend
 
> Celest's eyes start to rain
> They hit your face, and you stick your tongue out to try and catch the raindrops.
> Celest sets you down gently, then rushes to the other room
 
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>Be anon
>You just got home to see the package you ordered on your driveway
>She's finally here!
>You ordered a cute Pinkie Pie robot off this website for a steal about two months ago
>It took forever to ship, but for 75% off it was worth it.
>You're so excited, these things usually go for about 3000$ on average.
>You quickly start opening the box, but your phone rings, you see that it's your boss so you pick it up
>After a while of being bitched out on the phone you hang up, and go back in the living room
>The box is turned over on the ground, open, and something is wiggling inside of it
>You gently lift up the box, before a can say anything you're suddenly taken down to the floor I close my eyes, that hurt a bit
>"I sorry! I sorry! Did I hurt?" a robotic voice speaks to you, wait, that doesn't really sound like pinkie. It's a bit more raspy and almost has a bit of a accent
"What?" you open your eyes, confused by what was going on and see a horrific sight, two empty sockets where the big blue eyes should be, you jump back in fear, pushing her off you "What the hell?! What are you!?"
>"Am Ponkie Pie! You're my new best! She makes a robotic giggle, her legs are cut off in the mid, replaces with two springs her hoofs are still their luckily, she wobbles a bit trying to stand up straight.
>Her tail is too short, but her hair is exactly the same, she's scuffed all over and looks like something right out of a horror film.
>You can't bring yourself to look at her anymore, you quickly lock yourself in the kitchen, leaving the confused looking robot
>"A-Are you making yummy's? Can I help?" She speaks to you through the door, you ball yourself up and rock yourself to comfort, Jesus Christ, what did you buy?!
 
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>the package took quite a beating
>you do hope that she's didn't suffered any damage
>you cut the tape with your knife
>suddenly, a lavender blob enters your vision
>"Hi! My name is Twilight Sprinkle! I can't wait to read books with...YOU...yes!"
>oh god what the hell
>that voice is so unnatural, robotized, and it constantly kzhhss's
>half her mane is cut down, you don't even know why
>her face looks fine however her right eye has a dark tint to it
>then there's her legs
>or...just the three of them
>a black spot filled with wires covers her missing back leg
>even the cutiemark is wrong, is that Trixie's cutiemark?
>you shouldn't have ordered this shit
"Gaah, fucking hell, this isn't what I ordered!"
>she looks at you in confusion, her faulty right eyebrow twitching like crazy
>"What? But you...ORDERED me, Twilight Sprinkle! Yes....THAT'S me."
>you shook your head and regain your posture
"You stay here and...just don't break anything"
>her eyes lit up for the moment
>"You can count on...TWILIGHT sprinkle. I'm going to read all your...BOOKS"
>you ignore her struggle to find the next word and go straight into the kitchen to grab your phone
>Twilight looks around for a while before she gets out of the box
>not very successful as she lands on her face
>she shakes her head, this was totally different than the factory
>as Twilight takes a look at the bookshelf she overhears anon talking in the room next to her
"Yes? Hello, I've made a purchase from your site a few weeks ago and the package arrived and I would like to return the pony."
>she gasps at the words, and silently stares at the door
"It's all faulty, I don't like it, I want to return it now...What do you mean no refunds?"
>Twilight hides back in the box as anon's swears and yelling fills the whole house"
>she cries to herself, curling into a furball
>after a while, Anon comes back to her
"Hey, come on, let's go for a walk"
>she stares at him in awe
>"Where are we going?"
...
"In the forest"
 
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"Hey, Starlight Nyx, how will we mess a unit today?"
> "I dunno, she looks weird already. Maybe just recoloring would do. I've even spotted non-ECC memory in there, just don't patch the cooling system and she'll fuck something up at initialization"
"Brutal. And she'll overheat."
> "Come ooon, the whole v110 line eventually learned to scratch unneeded fur out of vent holes, and she's v120. She'll do fine."
"You didn't enjoy that, did you?"
> "That's because you've assembled me after the launch, dummy. I was basically born under the air conditioner, and then you put a goddam coat on me! She'll just init on slower clockspeed, stop worrying and let's get to repainting already."
"I still think unlucky bastard didn't deserve your sorcery."
> "He gets what he pays for. Can you believe he refused to add extra batteries?"
"Wait, is it because that gossip that pony will be always sleepy and cuddly, not just drain a battery in an hour?"
> "Remember that patch they hastily pulled back last month? There was some battery saver test right near to localization bug."
"Aaah, yes, that one. Well, okay, just repaint it is. Maybe slower clockspeed will save her half an hour."
> "Poor thing."
"Yep."
> "Pizza and movie tonight?"
"Sure."
 
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>Your name is Anon.
>You assemble and preload cheaply-produced off-brand ponybots for a living.
>And, each day, it feels like your soul dies a little more with the task.
>Version after version, model after model they come through your workstation.
>Amalgamations of cheap steel, bendy plastic, and broken dreams.
 
>You stopped trying to fix the mistakes.
>There's just too many of them; they take up too much of your workday.
>You have to keep the production rates up.
>You have to send them out, one heartbreaking imperfection after another.
 
>You sit alone in your apartment after a 10 hour shift, nursing your glass of liquor as you do most days now.
>The lights are turned off, the only muddy bit of illumination coming from the muted TV's flickering screen.
>The handful of painkillers does it's part in dulling your senses.
>Silencing the ghosts of your mistakes' laughter.
>You don't even sleep much anymore.
>Only when your body decides to finally shut down and allow your subconscious to torture you in your dreams.
 
>The days are all the same.
>Go to work.
>Watch with indifference while twisted and mutilated things are sent out to their waiting owners.
>Go home.
>Try to ignore the sound of cracking plastic and scraping metal playing over and over in your head.
>Try to remember when you wanted to bring happiness to people, a lifetime ago.
>Try to remeber a life where you felt like you did something good.
>A life without the sins of your actions following you like spirits.
>A life worth living.
 
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https://desu-usergeneratedcontent.xyz/mlp/image/1522/04/1522042696406.jpg
[Chrysalis pic, she chews a paper with a heart drawn on it]
>she'll eat just about anything heart-shaped since her "consume love" feature is that half-assed and poorly programmed
>items shaped like a heart she'll try to eat as a whole
>if the hearts are painted on or otherwise a part of something else, she'll try to extract it and then eat it
>mostly by scrubbing it with her hoof or trying to gnaw on it and just sticking her muzzle against the thing and making chewing motions while chirping
>somehow all the things she eats she can actually process, you wonder if there's some kind of nuclear reactor inside of her if she eats basically anything
>she doesn't even need it, really, you still have to charge her
>but you learn that she's programmed to feel things like hunger, as well as satisfaction from eating something she likes - which are hearts
>she seems very happy when you feed her
>just when you're running out of those heart things an idea crosses your mind
>draw hearts on a paper
>she eats it
>you might be onto something here
 
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"So, does your waifubot have room for upgrades?"
>"Yeah, I installed some shoulder-mounted turrets, rocket hooves and laser eyes."
>Your neighbor's waifubot hovers in the air for a moment, eyes glowing red as a missile shoots out of her back, turning a few cars in the adjacent lot into a smoldering scrap heap
>Horrified screams of apartment dwellers ring out in the distance "My leg!", "Timmy!", "You crazy kids!"
>"Oh and an anti-air battery."
"Cool, cool."
>"What about yours?"
"Eh, well mine kind of 'fell off the truck', so to speak, so she didn't have a lot of options available. I made do, though."
>"What did you go with?"
>Your knock-off waifubot vibrates a bit before a ding goes off
>A grimace spreads over her face while your neighbor recoils in disgust
>>"He turned my asshole into a microwave hotpocket dispenser."
"Ah, her love really is delicious."
>Silence, save for the screams of burning people in the background reigns as you crouch to eat the steaming treat delivered fresh from her posterior
"Well, I'll see you later, Incog'. Have to get back to my job moderating 4chan."
>Your waifubot follows after you, leaving behind freshly heated pizza rolls in her wake