My Little Pony: My Little Pony The Martian

AMICITAS Mission Three – Mission Day 19

ARES 3 solar day 23

So far, things have come to an end.

Both the fireball and the monkey stunk so badly that they almost overwhelmed the smell in the cabin. The dragon had been wanting to take some time to soak in the lava bath, and a ten-minute shower would have been fine; but the alien ape, despite always coveting the shower stall, didn't seem to be taking off his clothes. What do you mean by his smelly clothes? If Mark intends to persist to the end, Fireball will definitely be willing to accompany him. After all, this is a matter of principle. No alien, especially an ape that is mostly hairless, has no scales and claws, and has tiny teeth, can match a dragon in this regard.

However, the two still had to wash their hands in the sink of the chemistry laboratory table every day. After all, no one wanted to eat with Xiang on their hands (paws).

At the moment, Berry was scrubbing her body vigorously in the bathroom. She is the only pony who helps humans and dragons work together in the soil doubling project. Several others retracted into their space suits as soon as Mark opened the compost bin, even squandering the remaining eight hours of safety limit. Starlight and Dragonfly filled a workbench with whiteboards and manuals from the ship, while Spitfire retreated into her bunk and read the medical manual. But Berry had to work in a pile of smelly mud and...some other things...for a whole day.

She emerged from the bathroom with two alien sandwich wrappers on her front hooves. (The aliens used this thing to preserve soil and rocks, but Fireball had seen ponies use it as sandwich wrappers before. He couldn't even imagine how ordinary ponies could do it without the help of unicorns. A bag is opened) This pair of simple plastic boots is quite useful. After all, the ground outside the bathroom door is already covered with processed soil. Mark sat at his favorite work surface and turned on his "picture typewriter" while Berry headed to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

Well, "walk" is not a good word. In fact, it was more like she trudged over, just like the dragon king told a certain dragon to dig in the soil if he wanted to hoard more gems. (Now that I think about it, isn't he digging in the soil all day? Fireball suddenly felt that he had to get more gems as reward, even if most of them were boring light quartz.)

She walked over to a work table, placed a can of cherries on it, and pushed a stool over to sit on it. Carefully changing her sitting position on the stool designed for tall aliens with no tails and two feet, she opened the container and sighed, feeling even more miserable and desolate than the folk songs of the Smoky Mountains.

This murderous aura caused the fireball to tremble. Even though there was some resistance at first, Berry still supervised the composting work all day long, but from time to time there would be a look of disgust on her face. She had gone through the hard and dirty work of moving mixed soil all day without a single complaint, and now she looked almost ready to cry...

...Wait, I forgot, Fireball hates the sound of ponies crying. Somehow it's so contagious.

The pink pony slowly and reverently took off the protective sheath on its front hooves, opened the almost empty fruit can, took out a cherry, and played with it with her hooves.

"What's the matter, sir?" he asked in the most respectful tone possible.

"They are all beginning to soften." Berry said, "Look, there are scars on each one." She pointed at the cans, and Fireball could only shrug. After all, to him, fruits are just fruits. "If we wait any longer, It’s about to break. It’s time.”

At this time, Fireball remembered that Berry had mentioned before that a similar incident would happen - either she would eat all the cherries, or all the cherries would be broken. Obviously, the day has come when there will be no cherries to eat.

"Yes, sir, it's a tough decision," he said, unsympathetically.

"You still understand what I mean," Berry continued, "After all, you and I were in similar situations a few days ago."

"That's not the same thing at all." Fireball replied, "If those guys hadn't found the geode, I would have been malnourished, and you still have food packets. If that monkey Mark can grow something There will be more!" His words were very angry, but his tone was still soft, and Fireball was puzzled by this. Yes, sapphire was his favorite, and light quartz almost made him sick to his stomach, but spicy black quartz and juicy yellow amethyst could help whet his appetite... Wait, he started to think wildly again.

"But you now own a whole mine." Berry threw the cherry into her mouth and spit out the core on the table. "Even in Equestria, a place full of magical wonders. No pony in the world has ever owned a cherry mine!" She continued to savor the remaining pulp in her mouth.

"Has anyone tried this?" Even if it sounded like a no brainer to Fireball, somepony somewhere must have wanted to do it. Those ponies who won't die unless they seek death, and the stupider their ideas are, the more they have to put them into practice.

"After all, there is no need to do such a thing." Berry swallowed her saliva and sighed, "There are countless cherry orchards across the country that can harvest several times a year, so you don't have to worry about eating and drinking even in winter. And as long as you do it properly The earth pony cares and takes care of it, and it only takes about two years from a pit to the first fruit. No one wants to live in a place where birds don't poop and horses want to eat cherries."

"Well, that means you haven't tried it." Fireball roared before Berry could recover, "Hey! Starlight, come here!"

Starlight and Dragonfly stopped their discussion (actually more like a quarrel). The two shrugged, slid down from their chairs, and trotted all the way, stopping occasionally to shake off the dirt on their hooves. "Fireball, was it you who called it?" Starlight asked coldly.

"My opponent. The boss wants to eat cherries." Fireball replied, "What should I do?"

"What should we do? We have to wait until we are rescued. There is no other way."

"Don't you have some weird pony magic," Fireball said, waving his paw dramatically, "that makes fresh cherries suddenly appear?"

Starlight tried her best to resist the urge to spray him. "You two really leave me speechless," she muttered. "You two have just interrupted our important discussion about choosing which part of the spacecraft to dismantle to airtightize the cave, or something like this. And we also have to conserve medical supplies for emergencies that could happen at any time, so I’ve been suffering from headaches until now.”

"Answer the question first, my Miss Almighty Mage." Fireball replied.

"Buzz," Starlight couldn't help but retort, "If a certain unicorn knows where Cheerilee is nearby, she can teleport things directly. If it's an apex unicorn or an alicorn, that's fine. Turn something into a Cheerilee. But in my mind, even the Alicorns can't create anything out of thin air using only magic energy, let alone a Cheerilee. If nothing else, at least that kind of thing Those that disappear as soon as you stop casting spells cannot be counted!"

"So it's impossible for Cheerilee to appear out of thin air?"

"Didn't you listen to me just now!? No!"

Although Fireball was unhappy with the unicorn's tone, in the end he only managed to suppress a snort that was not angry. For some reason, it is difficult to spit out fire in this place; and even a dragon does not dare to cast dragon fire in a confined space at will. "Then what did you say in the middle part? What can you turn into a Cheli?" son?"

"Transfiguration," Starlight replied, "The durability of the effect depends on the amount of magic applied. It requires a high degree of concentration and a strong environmental magic field to achieve."

"And we don't have any here." Berry sighed and ate the third cherry.

"We still have magic batteries!" Fireball was unwilling to give up.

"That's for emergency use!" Berry almost jumped up.

"And in the current environment, it takes a lot of energy to permanently turn something into a cherry," Starlight continued, "Besides, I'm telling you right now, there's no way to reduce the time required to cast the spell. Energy. Dark magic can be used, but the cost is often greater afterwards - usually that forces you to cast more dark magic spells. In any case, the consequences will be more expensive than the original spell when the reckoning comes."

"Just give it a try," said Fireball. "Let's see how much it costs. Maybe we can figure out a way to completely solve the food problem. If this is the case, it will be worth it for us to get such a lot of soil. Got it!"

hehe. The method he just thought of was truly shocking. Somehow his mind suddenly clicked together, and by keeping the matter on track, he successfully circumvented Berry's restriction that the magic battery could only be used in emergencies. The food problem must be regarded as an emergency...well, not really, after all, everyone has already known about it; but it can definitely be regarded as the most important problem they are currently facing. If magic can provide a solution, then it must be worth trying.

At this time, Berry Berry's mouth was already full of cherries, and when Xingguang looked at her for advice, she naturally said nothing.

"Okay," said the blue-purple unicorn, "Drington, please bring us the battery with the least power. I have to find another thing to turn into a Cheerilee, so that thing should be ours." It won’t be needed in the future.”

For Fireball, these are naturally not difficult problems. After all, there are only three things they can't use here now, right? Air and water are certainly of no use now. He walked towards the small gemstone vault that had been enlarged recently, rummaged through the debris for a while, and took out the smallest agate stone with an irregular shape. It seems that both the shape and size are very similar to real cherries...

It took him two attempts to successfully place the stone on the table in front of Starlight. The thought of giving up any part of the treasure... This is definitely against the dragon tradition. But if it makes one pony stop crying, it's worth it.

Starlight poked it with her hoof to make sure the pebble wasn't a real fruit. "Can we change the target to a bigger one?" She made a suggestion, "If it really works, we can't just change it one Cheerilee at a time."

"Please, Master, start the show quickly, don't wait any longer." Fireball muttered.

Mark was attracted by the movement here, pointed at the little gem and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Watch it." Starlight replied. The ape frowned and leaned on the table aside to watch with interest.

Tingting brought the weather-beaten No. 2 emergency battery, put it on the table and said, "This one only has 6% left."

"Yes," Starlight replied, "If it consumes more magic than this, it would be too wasteful to use it to make food." She turned on the switch, placed a hoof on the output port, and began to concentrate on casting spells.

The crystal, cut from the edge of a narrow opening in the gem cave, began to spin and jump, and was wrapped in a halo of light and rose into the air.

Starlight was sweating profusely soon, and her wet temple hair stuck to her forehead under her horn. "It... is still resisting..." she struggled to say, "the energy... is not enough..."

At this time the battery beeped, and then it was completely exhausted.

After a moment, the spell collapsed, and the agate stone broke with a deafening sound. A fraction of a second later, the crystal cracked for the second time, and the small, smooth crystals of the semi-rare mineral fell from the air onto the table.

Fireball suddenly realized something. It felt especially uncomfortable when five bodies were squeezed tightly under the same table. Even so, he still let the monkey show his head to observe the situation. After all, this was his territory. If something goes wrong, he still has to be responsible for repairing it.

After a while, he heard the alien say something in soft alien language, and the others who were crowded under the table with Fireball stood up and got out. Fireball finally regained his freedom and crawled out from under the table. Mark was standing next to a storage box at the other end of the living area. There was a large dent in the door, with a small hole in the center. Mark struggled to open the deformed cabinet door, groped among several plastic containers, and found an agate stone, only half its original size.

Without saying a word, Mark motioned for them to look at the hole in front of them, and then pointed at the only magical plastic canvas above their heads that separated the warm air inside the cabin from the cold and desolate environment outside.

Dragonfly was the first to speak up and commented, "I, uh, I suddenly felt the need to go to the changeling hut." She stood up and left, picked up the magic battery and moved it back to where it was originally stored.

"The battery power is only 6% left," Starlight said in a trembling voice. "The spell failed due to lack of magic power. As a result, the remaining reaction recoil almost made us all GG. The experiment is over." She laughed hysterically for a while, Then he blocked his mouth with a hoof and quickly fled the scene.

Mark took out his camera and took several photos of the hole inside and out. Then he returned to his machine full of buttons and began typing at about twice his usual hand speed. Still in a state of shock, Berry picked up a hoof full of cherries and stuffed them all into her mouth. She chewed it while spitting out the kernels neatly one by one.

Fireball stood aside and watched, thinking for three full minutes. Then he stood next to Berry without saying a word and opened the remaining can of cherries. He opened a cherry with his paw and took out the core. After a few more pulls, another cherry core was carefully placed in the can. One by one, the cored cherries fell into the almost empty can in front of the pony on the side.

"Hmm...what are you doing?" Berry asked after swallowing what was in her mouth that prevented her from speaking.

Fireball didn't answer. The movement of his hands did not stop, and the cherries continued to fall into the jar one by one.

After two minutes, the work was done. All the remaining cherries were pitted and the pits were collected in a jar. Another jar was placed in front of Berry.

"Eat," Fireball muttered, "If you don't eat, it will go bad."

He didn't pay attention to the puzzled look on Berry's face; he also didn't notice that when he walked towards Mark and slapped the can full of fruit cores onto the alien's belly, Berry almost fell off in shock. chin. "Listen up!" the dragon roared, pointing at the can with one paw, "Grow these things out for me! Do you understand?"

Done, you're done. Fireball walked to the sink of the experimental bench and washed the cherry juice off the tips of his paws.

There was really nothing he could do about the crybaby in these stupid ponies, he thought. Even when they are not crying they are so contagious.