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Bwuuuuuh, turn it ooooffff! I swear this is the fifth time weve heard that song. I said as I threw my head back as we continued to crunch through the snow. Twintails fiddled with his Pip-Buck radio a bit, the static-filled sound fizzling out.
 
I dont want to set the wooor%% A brief flash of static filled the air before it fell silent, aside from the occasional gust of wind. We continued along the broken street, climbing on the side of a small hill which led down to a deep valley.
 
Sheesh, youd think that DJd have more than just three songs lined up. I said, looking across the hill, doing my best not to lose my footing on the icy ground. He chuckled a little as he trotted beside me, shaking his head and balancing with his wings outstretched.
 
Cant really blame him its not like records were kept in huge underground vaults like ponies were. ‘sides, his PSAs and news are at least entertaining. He replied, snarkily. I grunted a little, not really having a good enough excuse to argue with him. We climbed in awkward silence for a bit before we reached a turn in the hill, the road leading off like a winding snake underneath the darkening sky, and hoho boy, and there it was!
 
Standing at the side of the basin was the RobronCo factory, some of the steel framework still glistening in the clouded sunlight. The letters above its door were rusted in patches, the O of Co having fallen off and laying like a donut stuck in a mound of powdered sugar… or at least that’s what the caption under the pictures in the books read, anyways. It towered higher than any of the other buildings wed seen thus far, even with the deterioration of age and various holes blasted into it by scavengers before us. Twintails was about head towards the facility as I grabbed him by his tails with my magic, much to his surprise and otherwise dismay.
 
Hold on… I think I see something moving. Squinting my eyes, I spotted some figures patrolling the large opening that probably used to hold glass doors. Ugh, I suppose we shouldve expected some kind of armed guards. Arguably, I was impressed; it took a lot of patience or a lot of wrenches to hack into those old things, let alone to the point of having them as guards for yourself. It looks like those raiders managed to hack into the security system… I’m not even mad, that’s impressive considering how many drugs must be in their bloodstream.