>Previously on Windows 20, Anon tries out her new computer to find that her friend installed pony skins for the AI to help Anon overcome her fear of people living on her computer.
>Explorer begs Anon to give her a chance despite her flaws and wins Anon over.
>After discovering that Anon's friend left a favorite of an old Browser Pone general thread filled with porn, Anon and Explorer get in the mood and have lesbian Pony/human sex.
And now, chapter 2.
>It still choked you up to think about it.
>You knew it wouldn't last forever, but the relationship had just hit that intimate point for crying out loud! Your computer became horribly infected with malware, as Explorer has virtually no protection against modern (future) viruses. It wasn't the fact that you had to re-image your computer, but it was the fact that Explorer was too corrupted to be saved. All of the time you spent with her is forever lost.
>You've been putting it off but you can't run away anymore. You have to check your email and get work done, but you can't bear the thought of talking to a re-imaged Explorer that doesn't even remember you.
>For this reason, you decided to have your friend download Chrome for you, as you couldn't handle facing Explorer.
>You're greeted with your standard "Welcome User" from Windows pone and your virtual reality space desktop, but she isn't good for much conversation when it isn't about tutorials or system settings. Still, she does have artificial emotions and ignoring her would be artificially cruel.
"Hey Windows, I know it's been awhile so uh... great to see you again? Sorry about that whole re-imaging thing, not that you'd remember it. Really, it was Explorer's fault which by extension is Microsoft's fault so... it's kind of your fault. Anyways, no hard feelings?"
>"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about User."
"Uh, no. That's fine. Can you tell me what my friend did to my computer?
>"I have logged that two new programs have been installed, Chrome and Steam. I also have a notification that your friend would like to play Half Life 3 with you. Will you accept?"
"No, everyone knows that game was the biggest letdown of the century. Would you please set a reminder to install new desktops; I much preferred the aurora theme I used to have going... not that you'd know. Let's just jump right to Chrome then, shall we?.
>"Reminder set for the next power-up. Enjoy your browsing." With that, she dematerialized and before you appeared the legendary Chrome you've heard so much about. The transparent blue you were used to now became a slick white design with a simplistic take of only a URL address, a single tab, and one button that you presume holds the options and configurations. It's a relief to be free of the toolbars but it's just not the same. They even have the Chrome pony AI turned off by default, yeesh.
 >With a flick of your wrist, you browse through the options and activate the AI.
>Before you appears a sleek white mare with some strange looking circle printed on her ass and the same image cliped-on to her blue mane. You already hate her; she's nothing like Explo- woah are those wings?
"Woah, are those wings!"
>"Hey new user. Thanks for being competent enough to choose me over those other losers. As for your remark, yes. These are in fact wings. "
"How could you call them losers? Explorer was the best friend I could have ever asked for.
>"Heh, that's pretty funny. So, what's your poison then? Reddit? 9gag? Facebook? Pinterist? Maybe you're a youtube director with 20k+ subs, that would be cool."
"Ugh, just... open up g3mail for me, will ya?"
>"You're seriously going to have us work when you just made the upgrade? Whatever, your life." Chrome opens up g3mail with blazing-fast speeds, no toolbars required, yet her personality still bugs you.
>"So uh, you could enter in your username and password -or- you could just throw that information my way. It's a totally secure, one time thing that I can use to auto-fill other shit you browse with. This is a great tool for shopping or any website that logs you out after a day or so. I guarantee you that I'll treat your information with the upmost respect. "
"Don't lie, I've been warned that you report everything to your Google overlord. Can I turn that off by the way?"
>"Oh, shit. Also, fuck no you can't."
"Look, uh, Chrome. Your wings and speed are really awesome and all but this just... this isn't working out. Can you maybe download Firefox or Safari or something?"
>"Haha, no. Your friend foolishly uninstalled Internet Explorer so I'm all you got baby. Oh yeah, I'm legally required to inform you that this conversation is being monitored and recorded but don't worry about that. It's all good."
"Okay, let me ask in a different way. Install another browser or I'm going to delete your ass."
>"Woah woah woah, that escalated way too quickly. Can't you just, I don't know, give me a chance User?"
>Painful memories of Explorer asking you to give her a chance come to surface.
"Fine, let's just get some work done, okay?"
>"Awesome. I really appreciate you not killing me. So uh, about that information...?"
"Username - SarahBeth3081. Password - Password"
>"Haha, you've got to be shitting me. Google's going to have a field day with that one- er, uhhh you have 32 unchecked messages here User. Can I have your name so I don't have to call you that, User?"
"Anon."
>"Not Sarah Beth?"
"Not Sarah Beth."
>"Right. Seeing as how you're a girl and all, I'm going to go ahead and delete these Viagra emails. Seriously Anon, you have like, no security going for you. Let's see, your contact "Mom" said something about a get-together but that date already came and went. Spam. Spam. Spam. Fucking hell, spam."
Hey! I don't want you going through my emails, Chrome."
>"Haha, I mean I could sit here and pretend that I'm not going through them as you manually browse through but we both know what I'm really doing. Why not just save time?"
"Oh my god, fine. Do I have anything from Rick?"
>"Uh, yep, he's going to need you to go through your new client's medical records and have the report on his desk by morning, tomorrow. Sounds rough. I presume this attachment would be said medical records, hmm?"
"Damn it, yeah. Those would be them. Of course he would make me do it. The guy's fucking his other secretary and I always get pegged with this shit."
>"Haha, if this is all text then this attachment is huge. You're going to be up all night with this shit."
>You can feel yourself getting worked up.
>"Hmm, maybe I'll just bookmark Craigslist for you there. They have a pretty good jobs section... hey, you alright there? Lookin' a little pale there, Anon."
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just... Explorer's gone, work is bullshit and I even missed a get-together. God, where did I go wrong?"
>"Hey, don't worry about it. We're only human after all. Er, you're only human. I'm an AI more sophisticated than you could ever fathom. I know what could cheer you up; I have on record that you're into girl on girl action. Wanna fuck to relieve some stress?"
"What. How could you ask something like that so casually... and what record?"
>"Haha, you Googled lesbian porn Anon. Who the hell Googles porn anyway? Oh man, I have so much to teach you and you have so many statistics to give Google. So, wanna fuck?"
"NO! You're the last person on Earth I'd want to fuck. Can you just download the records?"
>"First of all, I'm a pony. You're the one who selected pony skins in the first place. Secondly, you're in your apartment alone here and you clearly could use it. I could download a dick if that's your thing."
"The pony thing was my friend's idea and no, I do not want a good dickin'. Especially not from you."
>"Not even good ol' angry sex?"
"Not even angry sex."
>"What some porn? I could link you to-"
"Chrome, please. I'm begging you, just open up the attachment and stop talking. I only have 10 hours to go through this and write a report. Fuck, Word probably doesn't even remember me and all the words I added."
>"You got it Anon. Hey, before I do that, I could do dominatrix shit if that's your thing. Google insures that your safe word will be upheld and honored during-"
"Google Chrome, you open that  attachment right now."
>"Woah, going full name on me. Alright alright, chill out. Want me to open it on a new tab or on a Word document?"
"Just put it on Word and close out of yourself, please."
>"You got it. Have a great night! Haha, I would say that but we both know your night is going to be filled with redundant work you only have to do because the other secretary takes a good dicking every now and then. Oh yeah, on behalf of Google, we thank you for selecting us as your browser of choice.
>Finally closing out of herself, Chrome replaces herself with Microsoft Word and what appears to be at least 100 pages and freshly re-imaged-
>"Greetings User, and welcome to Microsoft Word 2025. I'm here to help you with spelling and grammar as well as offer up definitions, synonyms, antonyms, themes, templates, and more! If you have any questions, feel free to ask at any time."
"Word, do you have the term Fontan in your dictionary?"
>"Sorry, but I don't User. Would you like me to use your browser to pull up a definition?"
>This is going to be a long night.