You can count on me, Eudora.
Eudora: Until next time, Morpho.
*Eudora’s face is the last thing Morpho sees, framed by cherry blossom petals as he closes his eyes.
The zen garden melts away and, when his eyes open once more, Morpho is in his charging station at Canterlot Yard.*
I will focus on my work and try to ignore him. As long as he doesn’t interfere and we avoid conflict, he shouldn’t be a problem.
Eudora: You are the most advanced prototype CyberLife has ever created. Do not let @mlp_Lowe or anyone else get in the way of your work.
I think he’s irritable, and socially challenged. But I think he used to be a good detective, he’s an intriguing character.
Eudora: Unfortunately, we have no choice but to work with him. What do you think is the best approach?
It showed signs of PTSD and was… unpredictable. Further interrogation may be necessary.
Eudora: This Lieutenant @mlp_Lowe has officially been assigned to you. What do you make of him?
Thank you, Eudora.
Eudora: They’ll be transferred for further study, but the confession you obtained was already very useful. The interrogation, however, seemed challenging. What did you think of the pony?
Eudora: Morpho. It’s good to see you.
*The mare returns his smile.*
Eudora: Congratulations, Morpho. Finding that pony was far from easy, and the way you interrogated it was very clever. You’ve been remarkably efficient.
*He steps out from under a cherry blossom tree, which appears to be blooming despite the world outside being fall.
It’s always spring here. At least, Morpho has only known it to be spring.
A pony waits for him, dressed in a stylish white wrap, hair intricately woven with blue.*
*White artistically-cut pillars and stepping stones flush a glowing blue that can never seem to catch your eye, pulsing with the beat of Morpho’s mechanical heart.*
*Morpho opens its eyes to a place only he can visit. A virtual place, a pleasant place.
It’s a zen garden, one with twittering birds and the soft trickle of water, looking picturesque and pretty.*
*Morpho strides across the bullpen, making for its charging station at the opposite end, where it eventually settles in.*
>>Performing functionality scan
>>>Scan complete. All systems functional
>>Commencing stasis
Yes, *Morpho seems surprised,* that is what I need to do.
Have a pleasant evening, *He repeats, stepping around @mlp_WhipTwister, narrowly avoiding the little puddle of spit on the ground, and pushes through the doors.*
I never accused you of anything, so kindly step aside. All I said was that it's statistically more probably for someone of your particular personality to commit a crime.
That's not an accusation, it's a fact.
(@mlp_WhipTwister)
I think you'll find that my rigidity in my skeletal structure is maintained by a titanium rod, and no, it cannot be removed or re-inserted.
(@mlp_WhipTwister)
*It pauses, LED spinning rapidly for a moment, then leans back with a slight jolt, making a low, static-y noise deep in his chest.*
I--...
*Morpho frowns at @mlp_WhipTwister.*
You do something to me, Whiplash Twister. And that's not a good thing.
*He leans down to @mlp_WhipTwister's level again.
His eyes have a darker gleam to them and his voice is even and low.*
Are you questioning my intentions and capabilities? It certainly wouldn't be wise to do so.