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13 -- Hot Wheels
[The scroll seems totally dark at first, with nothing more than a few whirring noises. Light appears as a small robotic race-car-like contraption rolls off of the scroll - unrolling those without limbs is rather difficult.]
Hello? No, that isn't it. Hell-o? Hello. [It starts as Echo's natural voice, for anyone who's heard it, but shifts into Pollo's as he works it out.] Ah...it's Pollo. I seem to have ended up in Echo's body - or, rather, the temporary one we've been housing her in until we get something a little more substantial built. Naturally, this happened before we got that done.
Well, I suppose it's better me than someone else. I've been robotic before.
[But he does not sound happy about it.]
Anyway, it seems as though her systems pick up people as amorphous forms of color, rather than with a traditional visual setup. I'm not seeing a clear correlation between that color and their actual physical color either, so...I'm having some trouble recognizing people even without all the switching. My apologies in advance for that.
...I really hope this ends when the holiday does.
Hello? No, that isn't it. Hell-o? Hello. [It starts as Echo's natural voice, for anyone who's heard it, but shifts into Pollo's as he works it out.] Ah...it's Pollo. I seem to have ended up in Echo's body - or, rather, the temporary one we've been housing her in until we get something a little more substantial built. Naturally, this happened before we got that done.
Well, I suppose it's better me than someone else. I've been robotic before.
[But he does not sound happy about it.]
Anyway, it seems as though her systems pick up people as amorphous forms of color, rather than with a traditional visual setup. I'm not seeing a clear correlation between that color and their actual physical color either, so...I'm having some trouble recognizing people even without all the switching. My apologies in advance for that.
...I really hope this ends when the holiday does.
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[Control is boring, though she is beginning to feel a touch of strain, and it's difficult to be juggling so many things in the air. Echo lets a few things fall from her magical grip while she continues to levitate the bed around the room.]
You make me lose control.
[Would Pollo ever be that sappy? Maybe. Echo isn't sure.]
But in a good way, Twilight.
[Her nuzzles move to a brief kiss on Twilight's cheek. A thrill runs through Echo. She hasn't kissed anypony in millenia. She can't even remember the faces of her colt and marefriends. But it strikes her very suddenly as she begins to nibble at Twilight's ear that maybe this is wrong. Twilight doesn't realize that she isn't Pollo. Not yet, anyway.
Echo breaks off and disengages from Twilight. What is she doing? This is supposed to be nice. Her chance to live with a body again! To take Pollo's life for her own. But he's been kind to her, even if he is a little boring.]
Sorry.
[Echo lowers the bed.]