“Yeah, tell me how to get somewhere beautiful, like the center of your little heart of gold.”
>”Excuse me? Where?”
Right there, that’s the kind of thing that crushes your heart. Strait to business, no real equinity at all. It’s like every time you wish that Brandy could be a real mare, she reminds you why she can’t.
“I was only joking Brandy.”
She giggles a little bit, “Oh, I get it. you’re suck a flatterer File.
“Yeah, I know, a regular Casanova.”
“You do know that there are lewd options in my programming right? would you like me to activate them?”
You know very well that the kind of programmers who would program a customization A.I. companion would be the same kinds of perverts that would make it so you could shove a vibrator or several animated stallion cocks inside of her. It’s just strange hearing this little A.I. who’s soul motivation is being helpful ask you if you want to use those options. You felt a little dirty reading the heading in the readme file when you installed her, and still do thinking about it now. Of course if you did ever use those options only two would know about it, you and a pony who isn’t even real.
“We’re going to the grocery store.”
“Yes Sir, File! Turn left in three blocks!”
Looking through the store you pick up about 175 bits worth of food better than spaghetti hoops, leaving you with 1497 bits.
While you’re putting your haul into the trunk of your car you hear a homeless looking mare ranting outside the store about how, “Every pony needs to learn to love each other again”, and how, “Everypony feels alone sometimes but it shouldn’t be forever in this Tartarus of our own construction!” As you finish up, she’s still going.