skecth: >>3322980

It is a touching story.

Once upon a time there was a changeling who took to heart what a clone with a name like Twilight Sparkle told him. Neither slowly nor lazily did he begin to build something that he thought was revolutionary throughout Ponyville, this was a kind of strange machine which combined science and magic which no one understood how it worked, but its only function was to be a game called “spitfire”.

Then he presented himself to the public, at that time he was still a not so well-known face, but his acts of vandalism resonated more than him, but let's not talk about that, he presented an incredible revolution in technology, a kind of machine that did not need an animal Inside to make it work, a simple machine with simple commands was called Minerva:

You turned with the two buttons and shot with the space bar, -it seems like a game- someone from the audience asked and he answered -it is- so I invited him to come and try it, what I didn't mention was that it was button mash, which wasn't He knew it was when the young colt reached 9995 points, the machine began to smoke when it reached the score of 9999, it smoked, made noises and in the end broke, little by little everyone left, leaving a dejected changeling.
Then the clone arrived and spoke to him –you did it too quickly, things need time– he looked at her –and with some heart, right– he said, to which she responded –yes, put heart and mind into your projects– which sounded like a encouraging word was deformed by the perception of the changeling to –I must put heart and brain into it to make it work-

3 months passed, this time the changeling would not do the same as the other time, he only invited his friend for a unique show, she did not know what was happening, he stopped in front of what looked like a cart garage then the doors opened, She saw him next to some huge shoes, some huge cuffs and as the door went up she saw a heart and then a face which said "hello", what she saw was a giant electric brass, its yellow eyes looked at her, she felt that he was smiling at her even though his mouth did not express it.

-When I said that you should put your mind and heart into it, I didn't think you would do it literally well, at least in part- the changeling nervously laughed while scratching a wound on his head a little -almost-. Minerva went from a simple spitfire game to something more, although it could no longer be used as a game, it was now a medical tool since it was programmed to care and protect with an affable personality and somewhat slow to speak.

The end