Alright lets do this, im gonna start again but keep the same opening- it seems im okay with what I wrote down.

>You are anonymous. 
>You have been yanked from your life of shit-posting and working, day in and day out… To a place that has technology comparative to the dark ages. 
>your in an age of pax romana, no real conflict for a thousand years- So there hasn't been any changes technologically for… well, a thousand years. 
>that’s mostly thanks to magic, allowing a 'deus ex machina' of sorts for necessity. 
>you need a house built? 
>we can magic that shit together in an afternoon. 
>you want to record your speech for the generations? 
>we can magic that shit together in an afternoon. 
>and so on and so fourth. 
>and this is where we meet you. 
>your sitting at a desk, in a large; imposing castle that- from what you heard… was magiked together in about 3 minutes. 
>at this rate, you understand how there is no issue to living… why change it? 
>but, that’s really an appeal to tradition, now isn't it? 
>they really don't think about how much better it could be. 
>and, now, here in your desk, you seem to be staving off the withdrawal coming from lack of shitposting. 
>aka, Boredom. 
>your favorite activity since you got here, was to draw. 
>and at this point, thinking about the technology of the era; you find yourself drawing large high rises, planes, cars, and all sorts of people. 
>people. 
>you really cant believe at this point in time, you sort of miss the feeling of driving on Interstate - 5 to your small workplace in the mission valley of sunny San Diego- Where you used to live beforehand. 
>and how on some days, you would buy a blizzard from your local dairy queen, let the soft top down at a stoplight. Take a turn, and be staring at a white salty beach leading to a large, infinite, blue ocean laying out its rough, beautiful texture before you… trailing down to an endless horizon meeting in the middle with a large, orange and yellow mixture of bubbling flame… oozing and mixing with the blue of the sky… sailing into the deep dark infinite that was space, with a backdrop of other celestial brethren; forming innumerable pieces of starry art. 
>and on nights like those. Your life was perfect. 
>it was perfect. 
>You find yourself shading in the sunset- the view you saw from across the water onto the picturesque white and blue skyline- overlooking the mighty naval station in front of you, with no less that three aircraft carriers- and a destroyer lazily floating passed- a sight you remember easialy, taking mind pictures at the time for the scenery spank bank you keep.
 
>"hey anon!" 
>In an act of self defense and surprise, you jump out of your seat and onto the ground. 
>You slightly gather yourself. saying hello to the pegasi-thing on the way down from space, and say to the Princess; in no particularly calm way. 
"TOP OF THE MORNIN TO YA" 
>that sends her aback. She blinks twice, and looks over what you are doing. 
>"oh… you've been to San Neighego." 
>that surprises the shit out of you. 
"n-no, I was just drawing my home back in the human world." 
>"really? Because… that’s San Neighego. I mean, minus the ships- you drew them all wrong!" she insists. 
>"and, well, that can't be the human world, can it? Unless humans possess some sort of magic! You said there was no magic. I mean, as far as I know… you can't build a cloud-streakier without /at least/ 400 uni's worth of magic. Do you know how many ponies that takes" she chuckles. 
>she pauses, and thinks for a second- before continuing. 
>"wait. do you have magic? Anon are there Wizards where you come from?" 
>well, you could pull of a wizard. 
>if this was the internet. 
>you think for a moment about the card tricks pulled on you. 
>no, Equestrian Magic is different, more like… electricity back home.
You think for a moment more before you say- "in a way. I suppose- but it wasn't magic, it had a different name, and was completely disclosed. Instead of being a force we haven't discovered yet, it was a force we added onto" 
>you started picking up steam 
"we were able to look at a desert, and think; 'this… this is where the life's gonna be'." 
"we were able to look at blue clay, and see potential for silver. And that’s the key word, twilight- potential."
>You point at one of the aircraft carriers
"Twilight look here, what you think is an incorrect representation of a ship is actually an enormous steam ship that runs off of the heat generated when we destroy matter at an atomic scale. Its frightening considering- when we think of the time this tech came from, it is stone age in comparison to the rest of the world we lived in."
>Twilights taking notes, deciding to look up your words to see if they even exist in modern dictionaries later- most likely.
>regardless, you continue down your intellectual rabbit hole.
"humans, have potential like no other… people were able to make large machines that could carry all of ponyville over 600 miles in one /hour/- and all of manehatteon across the western royal oceans in a week or so."
"or make these 'cloud-streaking' 100 story buildings with no problems, lots of money. No magic. Just… well… potential, and a lot of engineering, of course." 
>twilight puts down the pad
>her next remark took you aback. As she was awestruck all before the last line. 
>"I can't really believe your story Anon, buildings with over a 100 levels? Flying machines bigger than Ponyville? And yet there's no magic in your world? Please."
>You giggle.
"And you say you're the trusting one around here."
>"I never said that."
"Well, here- I'll make you a bet, im gonna come up with a couple of human science thingies to present, and if I blow your mind you get to make me waffles every morning for a week.
>She thinks for a second.
>"well what do I get if im unimpressed- or debunk all your theories?"
"uhh-"
>"OOH! How about you come to one of the girl's sleepovers, we'll dress you upp~ and put makeup~"
"Enough of all that!"
>you sigh.
"Just because I know ill win- I'll take you on. Give me a day or so and ill show you what an average human is capable of!."
>And with that, you grab your notebook and start writing.
>You're gonna see how much you can actually regurgitate onto your paper.
>You consider a couple of experiments, but don’t know what to begin with. You need to prove to her you know what you're talking about if you're gonna ever talk like that again without getting laughed at, or simply blown off.
>You begin racking your brain, weird definitions fill your brain
>The laws of thermodynamics, various physics related shit, all relatively easy, but nothing super practical.
>Trying to prove entropy when you don’t even have a way to generate or reject heat- or measure either.
>'Well.' You think to yourself. 'lets start with trying to make a generator/ motor.'
>You need a couple of things though, some copper wiring… Maybe at the local crafts store or blacksmith?
>something structural, metal might work? Its gotta be metal of some kind.
>bearing- output shaft, input shaft, turbine, stator windings, rotor windings.
>You're getting ahead of yourself. Start with a drawing.
>You begin writing out the basic idea of an electric generator/ motor.
>A Scribble is pressed into the top that states Electric motor: "A current carrying conductor in a magnetic field generates motor action."
>You think that’s the right definition, though you don’t explicitly remember, honestly.
>You begin writing again. "A conductor in a magnetic field with relative motion in-between them produces generating action."
>You drum up a couple more constants of electric DC machines.
>'Each DC machine must have a rotor, a stator, an insulated output shaft, and graphitic brushes in contact with the rotor in order to transfer the electricity to and from the rotor."
>You then scribble out a couple of ways that conductors move when presented with a magnetic field. You've seen fridge magnets around here, maybe they're natural?
>If you can source all the materials- which you think graphitic brushes will be the hardest to source, you would break twilights brain making rotating action without magic.
>though youre thinking you wanna expand your project.
>you should make a steam machine- release energy from wood in the form of fire and heat, make steam, make some crude moisture separators, run it through a turbine to turn a generator, and then move that across the castle with wires into a motor, which you can turn something…
>what it is, you don’t know. Regardless- its time to steal some bits from the treasury of friendship and use that grant money to reinvent the wheel!
>and with that, you set your drawings down- drum up a material list, and head out.




>Your first stop is the local forgery.
>its run by a blacksmithing stallion named Burly Steel's. And from what he tells you- his families worked that there forge for generations.
>"We've run this here forge for generations mister anon. I've got the finest materials anypony could ask for."
"Nice, got any graphite or copper? And im gonna need some steel barstock 1 inch by 1 quarter, about 15 feet should do me good."
>Mister Burly looks puzzled.
>"I don’t really understand, graphite would be at a general store, copper at a crafts store or maybe a hardware store, and I've never heard of steel coming in the form of 'bar stock'." he finishes, looking through his papers randomly for some sort of answer.
>you give him one
"Its human lingo- I suppose. Where im from-"
>"the other dimension?"
"Yeah- anyway, where I'm from, we as humans decided to make a standardization of materials, widespread distribution of materials in standard sizes so us as humans can easily build what we want using measurements, gage, and other properties. Like how all your hammers are made the same."
>"sounds like magic manufacturing to me! They drum those things out all the same, not because of ease though like you say- that's just how the spell was made. Regardless, I don’t have that stuff for you. I can make it custom here in an hour or so if its relatively simple!"
>You show him the diagram of what you plan to make.
>he looks it over, eyes on the complexity of the measurements and dimensions, types of welds, tolerances.
>He looks up at you again.
>"This is amazing! Ive never seen such detail. I always have people coming in with their inventions scribbled out on a napkin, they always just expect to talk to an artificer to have them do the legwork."
>He pauses.
>"do you plan on making this yourself?"
>You nod.
"Yep, yep- tryna win a bet. It’s a really cool concept using a force that you ponies don’t really know much about since you've got magic as a superior force."
>He smiles.
>"Tell you what- ill do my best to make this squirrel cage looking thing and run your bearings for yous, you run off to find your wire, and if you show me this human magic of yours then it'll be free of charge!"
>You smile back.
"You've got it, ill be right back, hopefully with good news.

>So you step out, and walk to the nearest hardware store.
>A mare named tick tack runs the counter.
>"Howdy sir, you sure chose a beautiful day to come to sheed's seed and feed and hardware store! How may I be of assistance?"
"im gonna need all of your copper wire, and a pile of wax."
>She giggles.
>"Finally a reason to get rid of this roll of crap that came from canterlot. Been sitting for months. Turns out ponies only need it if theyre making cutesy crafts."
>She canters off to the back, and you have a moment with yourself.
>You eye all the hand tools made to operate with hooves or mouths.
>You think you might be able to operate a couple of these, but the rest just look worthless in your hands.
>She comes back.
>"Candlewax or beeswax?"
>uhh
"Uhh."
>you think for a second, then just decide-
"Whatever's cheaper."
>"candlewax it is, then."
>she begins scooping the stuff into a sack.
>You really hope this stuff acts as insulation. You have no idea what to do in a world without rubber.
>After paying a hefty fee for all the materials, you charter a wagon to take the enormous bundles of copper back to the castle, before walking back to the blacksmiths shop.
>after a quick chat with mister Burly, he produces a excelent sized skeleton to an induction motor.
>You decided to start with the brushless induction motor since graphite sounds like a pain in the asshole to make it work like you need it to work. 
>you're really banking on the idea that you can win over Twilights skepticism with your induction motor so you can use her magic to make your ideas come to life.
>As promised, you begin to explain how the motor works.
"so there are two concepts everyone needs to know in order to build any form of motor like this."
"all it does is spin- but we can use this spinning to do so many things."
>he sits down, hopefully taking mental notes.
"Number one- a current carrying conductor in a magnetic field produces motor action."
>you smile.
"Now lets break that down word by word. Current- lets think of it as the flow of magic through a piece of metal."
>"carrying?"
"Carrying is when the conductor has current flowing through it." You gesture with your hands at the flowpath through the generator.
>"Conductor?"
"Conductor is the ability to carry current."
>"Magnetic?"
"Magnetic is when two ferrous materials- simply materials that have iron in them- are attracted to each other. Any current carrying conductor produces a magnetic field, and attracts ferrous materials."
>"Motor action?"
"finally, motor action is when the motor starts to spin."
>He nods.
>"wow, anon- that actually makes quite a bit of sense. Either you're a good teacher or im a hidden genius" He chuckles a bit.
"Yep, yep. Okay- so the second principle…"
>You point back to the induction motor skeleton.
"A conductor in a magnetic field with relative motion between them creates generating action."
>"word for word, once again. I know about conductors, and magnetic fields still- but relative motion?"
"Yeah- so its pretty simple too- all you need Is for the magnetic field to be moving, in the case of Alternating currents, or the machine to be spinning, it will create a current. But you need that magnetic field first."
>He nods again.
"So heres the crazy part. This induction motor is genius. Since normal motors would need to electrically charge both parts here and here to cause there to be a current carrying conductor in a magnetic field, but check this out."
>you point to the stationary bit- or the 'Stator' for short.
"when you move alternating current, which in its simplest state is current that pulsates, causing relative motion. So this inner part- the rotating bit"
>you point to the rotor of the motor.
"this is now a conductor- in a magnetic field, with relative motion between them, causing what?" 
>He chirps back "Generating action!"
"wow you absorb quick! So what does that mean?"
>"The rotating bit is now current…ified…"
>you chuckle.
"Its currentified, sure- so what does is this now?"
>he thinks for a second.
>it clicks.
>"now that is a current carrying conductor in a magnetic field! Holy cow so it creates its own electricity to power the innner rotating bit and remove the need for any current to be applied to the middle!"
>you shake his hoof.
"And you are a fucking genius, you are the first pony to understand what an induction motor is. It was invented by a human named Nickola tesla, and he was unfathomably smart. You're trailblazing a path forward mister burly!"
>"when are you firing this thing up! I gotta know if you just taught me a bunch of chaos or not."
"you'll know- I'll make sure you know."
>he gets up. 
>"Ill be waiting then, anon!"
>me too, me too…
>One pony convinced, 100 million more to go…

>you grab your skeleton motor, and head to the castle.
>By this point, the copper has shown up and is laying in the corner of the castle main hall.
>You grab a bundle, and sit down in a chair and disassemble the mighty work of mister burly to start wrapping copper.
>The more bundles, the more hardcore the motor, that’s all you remember.
>so you put an unreasonable amount of copper on the squirrel cage and the stator.
>honestly it looks fine.
>You heat up a pot on the stove and start melting the wax.
>once again- you have no idea how long this is gonna last on that hot ass wire but it’s a temporary solution.
>all you can ask for is magic intervention.
>You begin dipping all the wire in the wax as a form of crude insulation.
>in a bit, you’ve got a pretty convincing motor sitting infront of you.
>the output shaft is supposed to be keyed to some pulley or cog wheel, but you've decided to free spin it until you have real use for it.
>you set it aside after literally tying off copper for connections since solder doesn’t exist in equestria, and melting lead and tin to make your own sounds like a horrible time. Once again- you might not even blow twilights bind when you light this bad boy off- so none of that inventing stuff until shes making you waffles.
>the next is trying to figure out how to use a DC battery in order to make a battery.
>You have your ambitions to go 'Battery- filled by a dc machine connected to an ac machine being electronically powered by another AC generator being turned  mechanically by a windmill- or horse, you suppose, and the dc machine being able to then drive the ac machine as a dc motor, ac generator receiving power off of the battery, being able to then power the ac induction motor to do…
>something.
>and you have before you
>the induction motor. With shitty insulation and no voltage limiting things…
>Maybe if you just tried to scratch out the rest of the blueprints you can outsource this all to burly, and just reap all the waffles.
>yesss. Let's tart with the drawings, start with the graphite brush dc motor.
>you begin the explanations on how DC current works, making sure to put in full explanations on how dc motors work, how the brushes transmit the current on the conductors that get pushed in a certain direction by the stator windings
>then the ac machine, how it has the rotor being electrically charged, and the stators turning the rotor, how people go about starting these machines, and what synchronous speed is.
>finally- you just need two of the ac machines, one for a purebred generator, and one for a simple AC machine to be an ac motor and generator.
>maybe he'll be able to do some of it, and you can focus on getting the tools you need.

>You sit looking over the plans for the pile of generators, and decide to scribble down a couple of other thoughts.
>Making a galvanometer- a way that basically tells you "there is current"
>making fuzes, you have no idea how to go about that.
>making insulation- you remember in one class at some point that people just ran hot wires ungrounded through ceramic tubes insulated in leather. You know ceramic exists in equestria. You just need the tube and a way to cut it.
>and you think you can have twilight heat proof the wax either through alchemical ways to simple magic means.
>you're not exactly sure how you're gonna make your demonstration safe. Definitely don’t want to me electrecuting elephants like edison did.
>you laugh at the thought.
>you scribble the idea out of a transformer, how the windings interact with eachother to produce differing voltages of ac current.
>you think you can make a light ac current, transform it as high as you can and do something with the zappies that wont hurt anything. That would be a good idea for the demonstration.
>well you need the ac machines first.
>you finish up the final touches of the DC machine and the AC machines and head back to Burly's forge.
>stepping in the door, the front room is hot, and you begin to sweat.
>the place is a bit darker now. And you deduce that burly's forging something good.
>so- you refine yourself to sitting outside for a bit while burly finishes up. 
>You time yourself by checking the forge's smoke stacks from the outside- if there's smoke, he's running hot. Which means he's probably drumming up some steel.
>its interesting how he insists on blowing the steel out regularly versus using a unicorn.
>Maybe- you think- he believes its stronger that way, atleast cheaper.
>Pinkie walks by, and notices you.
>"Heya Anon! I just noticed you sitting there with all those cool drawings in your book. Whats an AC generator?"
>You look down, and notice your book is shut.
>and behind your back.
"Oh- well its-"
>"no talkie talk! lemme seeeeee!"
>she scoops up the book from behind you and leans down next to you on the bench you're sitting on.
"AH Pinkie!"
>"SO-"
>she pours over the book.
"Pinkie- please… You're"
>"you're sooooo smart! This looks exactly like ol' Fara day's notes, much more advanced though."
>She Flips to your Motor/Generator design- that transforms AC to DC energy
>"He really believed in power to the earth ponies. He thought up a magic that all ponies can use. He got really far too!"
>he points out to the common shaft between your AC Motor/Generator and DC Motor/Generator.
>"He never thought up ideas like this though. He was big into the straight current style of all this stuff."
>You're startled by her knowledge.
>"Whats the idea behind having 3 different sources of AC? Isnt that just complicating things?"
"Well- pinkie its really simple.. Wait."
>You're full on dumbstruck at this point. She hasn't even let you talk yet and shes spouted all this information about electricity being found by ponies already.
>She cuts you off again
>"Oh- anon- I know what you're thinking. You're just lucky- I once helped maud through her college thesis on copper as a usable rock, its all Far Aday used though its really the only pony to ever use it usefully for anything other than arts and crafts. Maud used it to get her PHD in rock sciences. I just learned through osmosis."
"Is there much for mister day's discoveries?"
>"not really, we had to pay for his journal entries from a pony in ponyston, and had to guess a lot of things. It's just really interesting! I heard about your bet with twilight. I think she'll be impressed. Plus I bet you'll get your rock doctorate if you expand maud's findings! She'd love to chat with you about this all!"
>she gets up.
>"Im late for the ice cream stand opening! Ill be waiting for the big show anon- I'm told twilights gonna publish your findings if they're of merit!"
>And with that- she trots off. Leaving you visibly shook.
>What if ponies all know about this stuff- and have already rejected it!
>You must do some reading on Fara Day's findings!
>Looking up, you notice that the smoke's disappeared. Finally your cue to walk into the shop and show off your '''''findings''''''.
>Stepping inside, the room has cooled down signifigantly, and you can see the sweat drip leading to behind the black smith's counter- and you can hear burly wiping his sweat off.
>in a moment- the sound stops and his head pops up, followed by a warm smile.
>"Anon! welcome back! What's in store now? Let me see- I can't wait!"
>The books already opened up to the AC machine, and behind it- the DC machine.
>He pours over the notes and the theorems, and he looks back up.
"Yeah so the DC generator makes a different type of current and follows a couple other properties."
>"oh yeah- I see it here anon, polarity mattering- so it has one output instead of three?"
"Yeah, and its supposed to feed a battery, which uses chemical reactions actually to store and release electricity. Though I don’t know what to store the battery in."
>"Ive got a couple ideas, why don’t we go sit down and talk out what we can do to bring this to life?"
>you smile.
"I'd like nothing more. I'd love to hear what you've got to say about this all."
>And with that- you follow him into the back and sit down at a round table with a few metalworking tools spread out.
>"yeah- so I see- so you need a couple more bearings, a shaft- and then a couple of electric windings here to get the conductor action."
>The currents on the rotating assembly move lengthwise, and get close to the stationary copper windings before ending at the end of the rotating shaft, being stopped by a thrust bearing that holds the whole assembly together.
"yeah but the electric windings are ridgid while the rotor has the windings running lengthwise."
>"I can form copper into these square-ish long shapes. So what are these brushes?"
>you point to the graphite.
>the graphite sprawls from the main bearing over the top of the end of the rotating assembly and makes contact at the very ends of the DC generator
"So it uses graphite- as you see I wrote. It's got the wires running into it, and it sends the current into these conductors. One side is negative and then the other is positive. These stationary windings are just electrically charged."
>he takes a good look at it.
>"Graphites pretty soft, I can shape it, I'll make these little brackets for the brushes and if you can bring be the graphite I bet I can pretty easialy fit it."
>You smile.
"You're too helpful burly. What about the AC generator?"
>"Oh it looks simple too. You just need these conductors to hold these specific-"
>he blinks as if something clicks.
"what is it"
>"these are all just magnets, different sides that are at different states. I learned it in my courses on being a blacksmith at the royal college."
>you laugh.
"Yeah- exactly! When you energize all these little things they act as magnets."
>"Wow- I never knew that you could even do that with magic. That's really intuitive if it works out."
>"yeah- so I see here, you can measure the current by measuring the strength of the magnets it makes. I see what you put here about galvanowhatzits you wrote."
"yeah it’s a compass, instead of being attracted to the north pole, its attracted to the magnets at different strenths."
>"Sweet celestia- this is so cool."
>"so this is all called current? You have the word 'Voltage' written down, what does that mean?"
>you think for a second.
"Its hard to talk about this without using math for me. Give me a second to think of how to explain it."
>you write out OHM's law, and try to break down the variables.
"Okay- okay I think I got something here."
>he leans in to your work.
"so here- check this- Resistance, its simple, its how hard it is to push voltage- which to me- is the absolute power of the electricity."
>"Okay- okay- and electricity?"
"its what we're generating, think of it as just a general term of creating a voltage."
>"uhh- okay. Okay I believe- keep going."
>you're afraid you might be going to deep.
"Aah- okay, so- so so so- current is basically-"
>"right the ammount of flow moving through right?"
"yeah, voltage is a potential- you know what- im going too deep, even for me."
>"Okay- lets just focus. Theory doesn't do the thing."
"right!"
>"so I think I can make it- you still have a bunch of copper?"
"plenty."
>"Yeah- yeah bring the copper in and ill se what I can do!"
"Ok sounds good. Ill come back- find me at the castle if you have any questions- remember, im regurgitating all this information so if anything seems off come let me know immediately."
>"thanks anon! im glad to be a part of all this. I can see this is cutting edge stuff!"
>and with that, you head back to the castle.
>On your way back- you're thinking up how you want to run the wires. A lot of people at the turn of the century used cotton to insulate the wires. You think if you can talk twilight into heatproofing the wax- you can dip the cotton in the wax and have a pretty good insulation medium.
>Soon- you're back at the crystal steps of the castle of friendship.
>pushing the heavy doors out of the way- you grab all but one of the large windings of copper.
>immediately you can tell you're not moving this without a wagon.
>and- as if on cue, Applejack walks in, looking for twilight.
>"Twilight? Hey- you in here? You know im not gonna get lost in here again. You come to me this time!"
>she notices you.
>"Oh heya anon! whats all this shiny stuff? Is it for rarity?"
>you look at the neatly stacked spools of wire.
"No- its for a little project. A bet-"
>"Oh I've heard of your little bet. You’re gonna need some good luck and skill to surprise her at her own game!"
"Oh, I know- hey- can I ask a favor?"
>She looks at the spools of wire, suspicious of your intentions.
>"You know I'm not good with this kind of stuff hun."
"what moving things?"
>it clicks for her.
>"Oh- wait of course! Im the best at haulin. Wheres this stuff need to go? Hopefully not inside the castle deeper. I have no idea where anything is in here. Place is endless ya know."
"Nope- just to the blacksmith."
>"Steel's kid's place? I can do that- sure. It's been a bit since I've talked to him. I could use some new shoes or a wheel."
>You smile.
"thank you- I know I can always count on you to get me the help I need."

>she smiles back
>"Ya'll don't gotta thank me, Im just happy to help a friend. Just help me get it into muh saddlebags."
>and with that exchange out of the way- you grab spools and start putting them into the bags to get sent off.
>With one more smile. She reminds you- "if you've seen twilight, please let her know im looking for her."
"No problem, thanks again!"
>she gives one more reassuring "Yuup!" before cantering out the door in the vague direction of the blacksmiths shop.
>Next on the list is grabbing some cermaic tubing to cut into your wire mounts.
>and leather, though you're unsure of the nature of leather in this world.
>you bet rarity can help you get the cotton cloth and the leather- or what passes for leather.
>You don't even know where to start on the ceramic, maybe the hardware store?
>yeah. The hardware store.
>At this point. You realize that you're already half way there, walking on the cobble in the warm equestrian spring day.
>And soon, the walking takes you back to the familiar hardware store.
>You walk in, smile to the pony behind the counter- and walk towards the piping.
>Stepping passed galvanized steel- copper, and-
>"Ooh!"
>Ceramic piping, and "L" shaped elbows. You consider shortly running the whole wiring through ceramic pipe.
>Considering you have effectively infinite money- you decide you'd catch somethin in the middle, since the copper needs to cool off somehow some way.
>You eye the long tubes up and down, and grab a couple with an inside diameter of about one inch and head to the counter.
>You smile as a courtesy to the smiling wage pony.
>"Find everything okay?"
"Absolutely, im surprised you keep this stuff…"
>You point to the pipe.
>"Oooh yess, very popular in equestria for running drinking water."
>she takes your bits and starts counting out change.
>"yeah- yeah it lets it not taste so funny."
>makes sense to you- you think.
>After gathering the load of ceramic piping, fittings, and various other materials you reckon you need for routing the wiring you chuck it all on a provided cart and head outside.
>You flag down a taxi pony and ask him to take the materials out to the castle.
>It's not their ususal gig, though a diamond usually changes their mind. Besides- out here in ponyville everything's so close that taxis make most of their money leaving ponyville.
>compound that with you having infinite money, and you can pretty much pay anyone here to do anything for you. Which is nice- much more leverage than what you had on earth
>And with that thought escaping your mind, you head back over a wooden bridge into the core of ponyville, passed sugarcube corner, and down the road towards twilights house

>You make it about a block down before tripping on a rock, and stabilizing yourself a couple of feet later.
>You spout a human profanity- and look around quick to see if any foals head.
>You scan- see a couple of ponies sitting around the carousel boutique, but no foals, regardless none of them noticed. 
>But that does remind you that you need some cotton and some """""Leather""""" from rarity.
>You walk into the sparkly eye catching boutique passed the stacks of dresses and clothes and find yourself scanning for Rarity.
>You notice her behind the counter on the right, checking out a pony's dress.
>The dress is blue and silver, with little sparklies strewn about on it.
>Frills lined all the areas that you assume have appendages sticking out of them, adorning the ends of each of the front sleeves and the end of the dresse's skirt, not excluding the neck. Looks itchy- but fabulous regardless.
>After you had your look, coincidently the pony's properly checked out, and leaves the boutique with her new dress.
>You weren't necessarily standing in line, moreso hanging back by the designer socks.
>Rarity had noticed you when you walked in- so the moment she was free she approached you, looking you up and down.
>"You're a size 36 waist?"
>You look at your wranglers.
"I buy 38's and put a belt on."
>She giggles.
>"Im certain only a certain ponies in equestria dress in the 30 range let alone 38."
>You smile.
"Are you fat shaming?"
>She smiles back and shakes her head, walking over to your right to get another look at you.
>"Absolutely NOT! Just an observation. You're definitely more lean than a lot of ponies."
>You turn your smile at her.
"Oh so now you're asking to go out to dinner, then."
>she laughs.
>"Oh I'd love that-"
>You cut in trying to drive it further.
"Oh good, I am going through a dry spell right now I could use the-"
>"Anon!"
>you both laugh.
>And with that- you point the conversation in a non-flirtatious direction.
"Alright, enough of that- I'm looking for some swatches."
>She cocks her head.
>"I didn’t take you for the dress making type, what are you doing- curtains?"
"Oh- no im using it for a science project."
>"Twilights bet?"
>You nod.
"Yep."
>"Oh, yes- all you need, right this way."
>She begins to lead you upstairs.
"Right on. Do you guys have leather here?"
>"What like for books and saddles?"
"Yep- I need it for insulation."
>"I suppose I could order them, but you'd be better off going to quills and sofas. They make a bunch of stuff out of leather there."
>she continues.
>"even when applejack asks for a new hat every couple of years or so, I just order one from canterlot- the magic required to shape that stuff is really wierdly specific, and takes years to work out."
>You two make it to the second story of the carosel boutique, and she points out the rack of coiled up colored cloth you can choose from.
>"just take what you need. Ive been on the same rolls of cloth for a couple months now, and I gotta clear out the old colors anyway."
>You nod, and look at the velvety, soft sheets of cloth.
>You turn your head to rarity after feeling up the cloth.
"Do you keep a roll of rucksack like material laying around?"
>"Oh of course darling. Though the cotton rucksack material is hard to come by- you came to the right mare!"
>She magicks over a roll of the rougher cloth and begins switching it out with one of the rolls on the rack.
>"I keep it in the back, applejack always wants the wool and hair stuff. Gross if you ask me~"
>you giggle and begin pulling a couple of yards off.
>"As for the leather, do you need me to get you some?"
>You think for a second.
"I should be able to get by on this stuff. It seems thick enough."
>She nods her head.
>"well im here to help, darling. My doors always open!"
>You nod back.
>"Maybe ill even cash in on that dinner offer with you. Ooh! Maybe even the spa. You don't even know how amazing lotus's deep tissue massages can make you feel!"
"You've got it. Just come find me after this stuff's out of the way."
>And with that- you gather your cloth and head back down, Rarity follows, and begins sizing up more ponies as you walk out.
>"Have a good day darling- good luck!"
"Yes ma'am I'm gonna need it."
>And down the road you go, back to work on the equipment.
>You mentally check off what you need.
>The AC and DC machines are being worked on by Burly, and the Induction motor needs insulation and to be hooked up.
>Which means twilight is next on the list to get some aid from.

>you begin the trivial walk from the carousel boutique, burlap in tow- to the friendship castle.
>The door opens with a dull crystalline shriek and you inspect your pile of various dull materials contrasted by the bright colors of the castle.
>On top sits a little pink note, in twilights """""Handwriting""""" that says, simply "Impress me with all this unimpressive stuff!"
>You smirk, folding up the note and placing it into your wallet.
>You'll need a saw for the piping and a hammer, and a way to mount the crap to the walls.
>twilights probably got all the stuff you need.
>and with that- you grab the nearest hallway and begin your trek to find the book horse.
>What followed- naturally, was the longest walk of your week, up and down stairs, through bedrooms and out bathrooms, down libraries and up office spaces.
>all seem to be just 'thought up' as a good idea, even though none of them see use.
>except a couple bedrooms. And rarity- who's on a mission to bathe in every bathroom atleast once.
>You reckon, she's only about 16 bathrooms In with no end in sight.
>After about 35 minutes of walking, resting, drawing, and reading, you find twilight's quarters.
>You knock. And you hear a couple bedsheets rustle, the thump of a horse hitting the floor- the same thump on the ceiling, and a couple of gallops before she finally says "On my way!"
"What a relief, I almost thought you weren't home!"
>you hear her giggle from the other side. A sink turns on.
>the door opens, you get a whiff of incense smoke and berries, and twilight, wild looking, her mane only barely held together by a bit of water splashed on and combed in.
>"You look great anon!"
"You look even better!"
>You both laugh.
>"Sorry, I was awake all night reading this new series I found. Its on the study of mechanical potential energy and the application of counterweights as a-"
"woah."
>"Yeah, I know- I almost decided to read every /other/ page to get to sleep, but it was so captivating!"
"Honestly, good for you."
>You outstretch your finger to rest one inch from her snoot, and she leans forward to be booped, then tries to snap at it like a mischievous dog."
>you both laugh again.
"Here twilight, take me back to the main hall, I want your help with a couple things."
>she immediately begins to open her mouth in protest.
>your finger, still up, makes the 'shhh' sign on her snoot.
"It won't ruin the surprise."
>wordlessley, she nods, and smiles.
"come on- you're in front. You have no idea how long ive been looking for your room."
>and with that- you both head out to find the lobby.
>It only takes twilight about 10 minutes to find the lobby, and only one bathroom stop.
"Alright, nice- here we are. Okay- check it out. You see this pile of crap?"
>"Yes I see it!" she states, proudly.
"So I want to run these pipes along the wall here, I need it to run some of this copper here-"
>You point at the corner.
"I need two wires running to here."
>you point where you're standing.
"And I need then- a conduit of 3 wires running from here to over there."
>you point at the kitchen.
"keep it out of reach, I don’t want people touching the copper. Touching the ceramic is fine"
>Twilights taking notes at this point, taking mental images of how it will run along the ceiling and such.
>She levitates a bit of the mess and then takes inventory of the length of the copper wiring, and nods.
>"we should have about 400 legs left of copper wire."
"Yep yep."
>Legs, you learned early, is a bit less than 2 and a half feet, it's approximately the length of Celestia's leg, 1200 years ago.
>Legs are divided into hooves, and further into shoes.
>Weight is first, made from the weight of 4 of Celestia's horse-shoes. Which are actually called eyes, and then divided into tears, and further into tenth's of a tear, thousandths of a tear. So on and so fourth.
>You're gonna bring imperial measurements into this world at some point, since French metric measurements make too much sense.
>And while, lost in thought- Twilight has already put up a pile of the equipment and glued it using some mounting puddy she made out of the wax and a bit of magic.
>Right! The magic.
"Hey- Twiggles."
>She turns her head, still levitating a pile of the raw materials, organizing them on the wall.
"I need you to heat proof some wax, and put it on the wire, and coat that little pile of copper there-"
>you point at the machine.
"I only want it to not melt once applied."
>She nods again.
"Don't you worry this is gonna be awesome."
>she smiles and gets to it.
>Watching twilight levitate that crap with her magic, you finally figure out what you're gonna do.
>You're gonna need some finely machined steel ball bearings and a bit more copper windings, and a lightbulb
>Finally satisfied, you leave Twilight to knock that shit out and get back to sleeping.
>And with that- you need the DC and AC machine from burly, so you can get to rigging things up.
>So- with a smile, you turn around, and head towards the door.
"Gonna pick up the final bits for this, ill be back. I think it'll be ready tomorrow."
>"I'm excited, anon- great to see you becoming the inventor I always knew you'd be!"
>"You see, I read this book the other day on alien technology, everything you claimed was sort of in my novel, they made a big mechanical fish, and a big mechanical bird out of brass and glass, so cool!"
>You feed off her energy, smile, and step with some pep out the door towards the ironworking shop.
>You smile, looking at the bees, the trees, and the flowers, ponies buying said flowers from a stand, and eating out with their friends.
>You spot an icecream stand, and decide to grab a little something for you and burly.
>approaching the icecream stand, for the first time- you produce your bit wallet, and drop about 4 coins on the table.
>after scanning the paper menu on the table, you order.
"Two scoops vanilla, in a bowl, with chocolate drizzle, and a neapolitan split."
>The mare behind the counter looks at you with her lazy eye, looks down on the table. And looks back up.
>"I must be seeing double, this is twice as much as the price is."
>You look back at the paper menu, spotting the little tag that says "All ice cream, one bit- picc and choose, silly- don't be shy!"
 >you smile at the typo.
"Call it a tip. Get yourself some ice-cream too."
>She smiles brightly, and takes the money.
>"You're too kind! Let me get you your ice cream."
>the grey mare turns around, her blonde, spiked up tail follows her flank as she does.
>its easy to spend when its not your money.
>After a moment, she turns with the ice cream, and slides it over with her snout.
"Thank you, kind stranger!"
>"Oh- my- call me Derpy, see right here on my name tag!"
>She points to a spot on her fur where she would put her name tag, if she had one.
>It quickly dons on her that she lost her identity.
>Embarrassed- she quickly starts looking for it.
>In the shuffle, you see you're piling a line up, so you take your ice cream and leave.
>just before setting off, you let her know behind the counter that your name is Anon.
>she simply says "Yes!" while you turn to leave.
>as the next pony is steeping up, you realize you don’t have spoons. 
>It'll be fine, you expect, so you continue onto the shop.
>You inspect the chimney, see there's no smoke billowing, and head inside.
>You reckon its about 4pm, he might be eating.
>Your suspicion is quickly confirmed as you see a tray of apples, peeled and sliced, sitting next to a spot of honey.
>Burly is nowhere to be found, but he quickly appears from the shop. He sees you, with the ice-cream- nonetheless, and smiles.
"Hey hey!"
>"Howdy, anon. got that stuff from applejack. Really nice mare!"
"Oh, you don’t know the half of it. Did you know that one time she made me breakfast in bed?"
>"Wow! I really didn’t know she could cook!"
"Yeah, great mare. Ill tell you the details later, how are the machines?"
>"Oh- just swell, I made up a rig for wrapping the copper this morning, and its working like a champ, even though I'd really like one of these motors to spin it instead of me having to use a pedal."
"Well, once I figure out how to make a battery, it'll be a reality!"
>"good stuff, let me get you your equipment."
>And with that, he leaves you with your ice cream.
>You slide the Neapolitan split over.
>You decided that it has enough crap in it that he'd find something to like.
>You thought you were gonna wait a bit, so you sat down.
>You're right, you find- as fifteen minutes later, your ice cream is gone- and he finally lugs one in.
>"sorry about the wait, I found a little issue with the windings, so I fixed it- here you go."
>You take a look up and down at the machine, long and sturdily built, one side has the 3 clips for the poles, and the other has 2, confirming that it looks good.
>"See here, I have this little accessory shaft here for putting a couple of different things on it, you can use it to drive a belt, a chain, or take input from a crank or- really anything that can couple to it."
>"she is heavy though, so watch out. Do you need somepony to take it over."
"ill take it, I bet it'll be fine."
>Whilst saying that, you grab the machine by both sides, and heave up. 
>it wasn’t that bad, you decide- and you place it back down.
"Yeah- itll be fine."
>You sit down, and he notices the split.
>"ooh- this looks great!"
"yeah, its got a bunch of crap on it. I expect you'd find something to love about it."
>"Oh yeah- love the sweet stuff, as you can tell."
>he begins tearing into the ice cream with his mouth, not bothering to go find a spoon.
>You reflect on the possibility to produce plastic crap, but you decide that keeping fossil fuels in the ground is the best way.
>If you're gonna share human technology with Equestria, you'd might as well make it clean enough to not kill the bees.
>with that- you talk a bit with burly a bit more, discuss the output machine, just a large conductor transformer that is made to spit electricity out at random, and the bulb of glass that lights up when current is applied, you agree on a design, and head out with the heavy machine.
>soon, you're back to the castle of friendship.
>you set it down by the pile of crap, and spot the leftover enchanted wax.
>On it is another note, explaining that it wont get hard until it touches copper, and then it'll solidify and begin insulating.
>With a not, you begin scooping the liquid onto the machine.
>It was thick, but rolled off your hand like water.
>Extremely satisfying to work with!
>Soon, all the machines are done, finally, and all that’s left is to wire it up and see if everything turns when you spin the wheel.
>the wires run easily, and connect up to the poles, you spin them and coil them up to verify the connection to the poles, and then apply more of the insulation.
>soon, the whole room is wired up, and the machines all have a couple of offshooting wires that are meant to go to the tesla coil and the lightbulb.
>if literally summoning light and lightning doesn't impress her, then it's back to the drawing board.
>You have a bit of downtime until burly said he'd be done with the windings and transformer rig.
>Tesla coils are pretty simple machines, you take AC current, transform it twice and run the extreme voltage to a circular conductor and it creates a magnetic field thigimagingy that shoots fucking lightning.
>lightbulbs are pretty simple too, just a conductor brought through a bulb with either xenon, argon, or simply vacuum.
>Apparently light bulbs already exist, but work on a slightly different principle centered around enchantment.
>they more-so act like batteries
>You wonder for a moment what happens at a molecular level when magic interacts with it.
>Maybe one day you'll be able to study the crazy effects of magic.
>Burly knew a mare that made them, and said he'd ask about making something with leads.
>Regardless. The sun is setting soon. And you decide to head to your normal location for the sunset.
>And as you walk, your mind wanders and reflects briefly on how quick Burly was able to knock out the machines.
>If that was a trained machinist, he would have taken a week.
>You think, in your head- he went into the back and started working in a cloud of dust.
>Cartoonish- but you're certain that something like that was how your machines were made.
>These pony's special talents really put humans in their place.
>And the only reason you look "smart" at all is because of the slow chug of your race over a couple hundred years of building on each other.
>You suspect, that if ponies started being born with 'technology' as their special talent, then we'd have enormous, nuclear powered metal cities that create their own electric jet powered cargo and passenger jets to fly throughout the world.
>Hey- you think, if you kick this off soon, you might even be able to watch it happen- considering they're so quick at their jobs.
>And with that thought, you made it.
>you watch the everfree woods clear up into a cliff that overlooks a large forest below you
>you believe that's also the everfree, either way, if you look down the cliffside, you can see the sun set over all of equestria.
>living on the west coast when you were on earth, it put sunsets in the spotlight for the thing to do at evening time.
>plenty of restaurants had you hemmed up looking at the horizon overlooking the ocean as the sun set.
>it definitely made the beers there taste better.
>The golden blaze here- same as on earth, traces its way down beyond the horizon, lighting the timberland a dull burnt orange-green mix.
>The picture in your mind shines clear, the reflection of the water tracing its way across the sunglasses you mistakenly left on.
>it fades as you notice the suns shine fade away, and one final defiant green flash shines across the horizon.

>Your eyes glide effortlessly over the timber, and over the sky to the east- where you watch the sky shine from golden orange, into a dull blue, into a dark blue, into a pale violet- as the moon chases the sun off. Taking the watch for the night.
>it’s a piece of comfort in this strange existence that transcends worlds.
>Once you meet the two sisters again, you must thank them for their work.
>it’s a good day's work, and you decide to head back to the castle to sleep for the night. Tomorrow's a big day!
>Your dreams echo the sunset in your head, the clouds swimming a bright orange and a dull yellow.
>You're unable to find your balance, and decide to begin to float instead, letting the world rotate around you.
>this time your in a field. The dizziness gets to you- and you wake up with a start.
>You check the clock on the wall- and realize it's 2 AM, and work to go back to sleep.
>Soon, you awake, and it’s a crisp 6:30 in the morning- and you crawl out of bed, slip into your slippers, and a pair of shorts and a shirt that you had bought from a local town before you were found by Twilight and her friends.
>You spent a while wandering when you first appeared in equestria. You honestly thought you were alone in this world, foraging for supplies and using your little pocket knife to survive for a couple of days before a couple of ponies from a small town called Horseshou found you in your little lean-to, eating berries, yet to make a fire.
>You resolve to recall your story later, and head downstairs and beyond to do the finishing touches on your machines.
>Eventually you want to have electric light bulbs running through the entire treehouse, powered by a dam- or simply a water wheel.
>maybe even a blender for smoothies.
>you chuckle at the idea of introducing human technology via blenders and lightbulbs
>You're also partially glad that some tyrant didn’t show up, with the ability to get more darker ponies to produce him firearms and fighter jets.
>But you can't imagine that magic would ever lose in a war with technology
>You'd just produce a barrier and they could just fuck right off.
>Lost in your thoughts, you find yourself in the kitchen, putting together your breakfast of wheat biscuits and eggs.
>Fluttershy provided the eggs for you, and you thank her very much every time.
>Eggs are pretty much your favorite food now that cow meat comes from sentient beings.
>Pouring the scramble into the pan, you sautee the eggs with some carrots, onions, and some mushrooms in the magical self heating pan.
>it cooks quickly with some butter, the smell filling the kitchen.
>You pour the contents out, the pan itself being stick free from your food, and effectively self cleaning itself under the introduction of water from the sink.
>Back home, you know that a lot of local water systems are either pumped or pressurized with low pressure air.

>Low pressure air is made a couple of ways, you think a piston system would work well enough.
>That thought out of the way, you sit down with your food and decompress over a glass of milk.
>In a short period of time your brain has quickly transitioned from one of laziness, waiting around to move forward to one of cool technicality
>Zip! That way- Yip- that way, yp- yp- yp- fucking cosmic wind.
>its overwhelming all the shit your brains telling you to do. But a refreshing change of pace.
>you must have been running around for 12 to 15 hours yesterday. And had no intention to stop.
>Also, you can't imagine that Burly's done with your machines yet. So you decide to hang out with the equipment, checking the iron brushes that burly decided to use instead of the graphite that became surprisingly hard to find in brick form.
>iron, with graphitic lube should be able to transfer the electricity well enough considering that you'd need an artificer or a sculptor to come up with  the graphitic brushes that sees widespread use.
>You wait at the desk that twilight made for you
>Quickly, you pull out a long piece of paper off the roll sitting on the desk, cut it with the little cutter they installed, and begin to draw on it using the enchanted quill.
>More designs, much more complicated and far reaching, you begin sketching out the basic intentions of the internal combustion engine, excluding the fueling bits to make it into what looks like a low pressure air compressor.
>Draw in the principles behind the crankshaft, camshafts, valves, seals, and cooling jackets.
>The intention is to not use it for a gasoline engine, or to make it a novelty so it doesn't plague the world with emissions.
>You list out the other ideas you have, producing the soldier you need to make things autonomous from magic.
>making electricians plyers, methods of insulating wires, and the idea of making electricly driven cars.
>Only rub is you only have a vague idea of how to make a battery and it involves acids that you arent mentally prepared to even begin to produce.
>You might have to get clever about batteries. Or just go to an artificer.
>Maybe swallowing your pride and just going for intention would be fine enough.
>Ugh- that thinking got magic making everything though. 
>You push the thought to the side, and continue with concepts.
>Once you're happy with the drawing, you roll up the paper, wrap a ribbon around it, crudely scribble "Piston Type Pump." on it and place it in the drawer.

>You do the same with couplings, gearing, reductions, and equations for calculating force. You decide to put in the various types of human standards- inches, feet, pounds, and the like.
>Just before you decide to get up, and go for a walk- one more idea catches your brain.
>distilling and brewing.
>You pull one more paper out, put in the chemical reactions involved, principles behind the still, and various other concepts you vaguely recall from your time on earth on the paper, this one is simply marked "Goals!" and placed among the other scrolls, and put in the desk.
>And with that- you get up, and walk out the door, heading to town to think more about your new hobby.
>Clumsily stepping down the steps, you realize you walked out in your slippers.
>'Oh well.' you think, 'Most ponies don’t wear shoes so who cares.'
>the little morning overcast has just barely burned off, and its still a little cold from the morning.
>its almost perfect, only because there's no breeze making things colder for your barely clothed person.
>Soon, the walk gets boring, and your brain starts to nod off back to the castle.
>Your mental state sits back down in your desk back home and goes back to its thing.
>You think that next you should work towards alloying agents and combining different metals.
>Once thought sits in your mind that you cant shake- and that’s generation of power.
>You first thought on it- AH
>You trip over a rock in the road, and stumble, snapping to reality.
>You dust yourself off, and take a moment out of your brain to enjoy the area.
>This hobby is taking all your braintime all of a sudden, and you decide to breath and enjoy nature for a change.
>Mentally, you pull your brain back out of the castle to join you on this walk.
>Its getting warm finally, and you can really go for an arnold palmer.
>The norm back on earth was getting them out of a can, but in equestria, they do it right.
>And with that- its to sugarcube corner for a tall glass.
>passing the thatch roofed houses, colorful and bright, you're greeted by various townsponies, always spotting you out of a crowd.
>You happily wave back to them, smiling as you go- as you take a direct line to the sweetshop.
>Soon- you spot it, and step inside, Mr's Cake tending to a line, passing out orders made the previous day.
>What a wonderful existance these ponies live, you think- picturesque.
>Soon enough- you're at the front of the line, and a couple of bits turns into a glass of tea cut with lemonade.
>a couple of sips in, and you're in your happy place.
>pinkie pie notices your pajamaclad body, and giggles as she moves over to your round table, with a bit of flour in her mane.

>"Heya Bestie- can I get you some housemade chocolate? Its got the rare stuff in it!"
>She holds up a half eaten bar of chocolate. You giggle back and hold out your hand for a piece of her bar.
>Instead- she simply sets the bar in your hand, and produces another for herself, and sits down, skillfully unwrapping the paper with her teeth.
>"So- Today's the day, huh? Twilight gave me a formal invitation to the event after seeing the crazy stuff you had her put up. I havent been in the castle since I got it out of sheer anticipation!"
"Oh yeah! God I hope it all works out alright."
>You crack off a piece of chocolate, and pop it into your mouth, the complex flavors dancing around your mouth as you smile to show your approval of the delicacy.
>"Oh I know! Its got all sorts of stuff in it, I had a shipment of imported spices come from canterlot and I just couldn't help myself!"
>"Costed us a hoof and a half for it, but our customer's willing to get us on the back end for it!"
"This stuff's amazing!" you say in response. "I know they'll love it."
>"Gosh you think? I've been experimenting all night with the stuff. I think this was batch seventeen- finally got it, eh?"
>You nod, taking a sip of your drink as you do, leaning back a bit more.
>Its warming up fast, and you gesture to move to the outside seating, where its warmed up considerably.
>Pinkie nods, and follows suit.
>As you sit down, you notice the tired lines of her face. Poor mare hasn't slept and is going straight through another shift.
>You mindlessly nod in agreement, you're glad you've got someone whos atleast *more* passionate than you about their work.
"Oh- hey- just reminded me, im thinking of bringing a bit of human drinkmaking to equestria, it’s a pretty convoluted process but the end result is amazing."
>Then it hits you.
"And! Oh my god- its fuel!"
>you stand up and clap and rub your hands together in a bit of celebration.
>in the moment, pinkie starts laughing at the obsurd gesture.
>And with that- smiling more, you sit back down, bouncing your leg with renewed vigor.
"Anyway- it’s a pretty cool drink, or potion- whatever you wanna call it. It might even be considered alchemy by pony standards."
>"Ooh~ you gotta show meee!"
"Oh I will! Just gotta get through the demonstration first. That’s the uhh-"
>You think for a moment.
"That's the closest shark to the boat."
>she nods in agreement, and continues the conversation.

>the conversation diludes back into small talk for a bit, and pinkie excuses herself back to her shift making the special order of pastries.
>with a clink of the ice, your drink is empty, and you pocket the chocolate in your shorts before heading to burly's workshop.
>The trip is uneventful, and you open the dark oak door into the smoky, cobble clad main room.
>Burly's working the forge again, but you see the tesla coil peeking out behind the main counter.
>After a moment of thinking of 'just taking the tesla coil'. You decide to wait for burly to come out. You have to invite him to the demonstration, afterall.
>And- as if on call, just before you sit down, you hear the clanking of metal stop, and the sound of hooves coming towards you.
>Burly prairie dogs you from the corner, before smiling and coming out, smelling of sulfur and soot.
>"Anon! im so glad you got here so quickly, I was up until the late AM putting this bad boy together, I had such a good time with it."
>he gestures towards the doughnut shaped conductor on the top.
>"Pulled out all the old tricks in order to make this shaped properly, the copper wrapping- I still have the taste in my mouth."
>He laughs a bit, before pointing out a couple of things that he did.
>"I put a bit of leather insulation on the bottom, did a couple of other things to separate the charge coming in from the wires."
>You nod, and eye the beautiful machine up and down.
>"though unfortunately I had to have the lightbulb made by a friend of mine, he's an artificer from canterlot, and he was able to make it pretty quickly, did cost me a favor though."
>He reaches into a paper bag with a bit of paper shreds for keeping the bulb intact.
>it's much bigger than the normal light bulbs that you're used to at home depot, though it’s a welcome change considering you wanna make it as much of a demonstration as the tesla coil.
>After looking over the equipment, you nod, and begin to fish out the gem bag you grabbed from the castle before leaving earlier.
>You produce what would be considered an exuberant amount of money, and place it on the table.
>Burly's eye's go wide, and simply asks "Are you sure, anon? That’s way more than I was ever expecting!"
>You smile.
"Oh it's from the Celestial treasury, I don’t think they'll miss it."
>He darts back to the stack of gems, and back to the equipment.
>"Thank you so much anon. This means so much to me."
>he extends a hoof for a bump, and you respond with an outstreched fist.

>"I'll bring it right over, this stuff's much heavier than the motor. Besides- you've absolutely paid for shipping with this kind of money.
>You nod, and let him do his thing.
"Thanks a ton, burly- the demonstrations tonight, will you be there?"
>"at the castle? I've- I've never been in the castle before."
"yes- its at the castle atrium, it'll be just after sundown, is that okay?"
>"Oh- Oh absolutely, I'll make it. Can't wait for it- actually!"
>You exchange a couple more pleasantries, and he begins the preparations to bring it to the castle.
>You fish pinkies chocolate from your pocket and place it with the gems before heading back out to the castle to work on the equipment.
>Soon, you find yourself climbing the crystalline stairs into the castle and are greeted by the equipment from the day prior.
>Soon burly comes in, and helps you slop the wax on to make the machines operate inline with the AC wirings coming off the generator.
>You look at the DC machine, with the crude lightbulb connected with the heatproof wax melting the wire on.
>looks good enough- you decide, and head over to the ac tesla coil.
>You're not quite sure if your principles are correct, but if they are, they should shoot lightning to the nearest conductor- or ground.
>It might go to one of the three wires its connected to, you're not quite sure- all you're looking for is the ark.
>finally, you walk over to the ac machine hooked up for machine action, and look at the lever created for generating the ac.
>You're not quite sure if rainbow dash will show up to help you by being the input for the generator.
>You had a couple ideas, but ended up just having a lever keyed to the machine using a larger cog on the imput shaft from the lever and a much smaller cog on the imput shaft to the motor, so rainbow doesn’t have to rotate it as much.
>or you could have twilight magic that shit together.
>either way- you have bigger plans for the method of generation, but you wanna skip that and go straight for the fruits of the labor first, maybe you'll even get a bit of help from twilight in getting more shit together.