My Little Pony: My Little Pony The Martian

AMICITAS Mission Three – Mission Day 355

ARES 3 solar day 350

"If only it were that simple."

Finished reading Guards! guard! On the last page of the story, the two dragons soaring out of the disc world flap their wings and fly into deep space.

"Think about it, all we have left is a magical library full of the most powerful spells known to ponies," Starlight Glimmer grumbled angrily, "and then we throw a fireball in there and tie one on his tail. With a rope and a spaceship hanging on the other end, you can fly wherever you want."

"I think love should have something to do with this." Cherry Berry commented.

The fireball responded with a majestic snort that only the power of a dragon could achieve. The snorting from an ordinary pony's nose is not enough to express disdain for such a stupid pony idea. And poor Mark, who was helpless, used the insignificant and weak human nose on his face - no one could hear the snort he made.

Unfortunately, his ability to make sarcastic remarks is far outweighed by his slight stature. "A hum is worth a thousand words," Mark said casually, commenting on Fireball's sneer. "Fireball, can you please tell me? That's what I'm waiting for when I read this book with you. What do you think of the dragon in this book? ?”

"Yeah," Dragonfly interjected, "I thought you would be like Starlight, saying 'That's not the case at all!' or something like that all day long."

"I'm not Starlight," Fireball replied, "The magic in this book is not our magic. These dragons are not our dragons. It's no big deal." He patted the computer displaying the reader, "Zeron, Kind of pathetic. But those big dragons? They almost look like us. A lot like me."

"How do you say this?" Mark asked.

Even if he was asked to use pony language, Fireball didn't know how to explain it. "Need to think," he muttered, and then was silent for half a minute. "Magic first," he said, clearing his thoughts, "not that summoning thing. That stupid... no, wait, not stupid, that's not the word. Summoning that thing is... interesting. The idea is , if you used magic to create a dragon, would the result reflect who you are as a person? I like that idea. But it doesn’t work for me.”

"But what about the others? Our Dragon King's father is as big as a mountain. He can still fly. My wings are quite small. I can fly too, not as fast as others, but it's enough anyway. The dragon in the book can hover. , float in the air like clouds, fly like me. Some think like me. I know a lot of dragons that are as bad as this one, but they can't be killed that fast."

Weird, he originally thought that after saying this sentence, he would fall into a deeper silence, but thoughts continued to pour out. Thinking is like a pony train; once it starts moving, it's not easy to stop it.

"In the Harry Potter books, dragons are just monsters. They're not even real animals. They're just mean, mean, stupid, violent guys. In the Lord of the Rings books, there's only Smoog. He's as proud as Boss Hogg. No. It's a character. It's too... too... monotonous. But it's still better than those dragons in Portree."

"But Zelon feels like a real animal. A little bit angry, a little old and mischievous. Errol is really smart. I like Errol. And the big dragon feels almost human. ." He patted the computer again, "Feihuo is right. This book feels like home. I want to read more."

"Well, it's hard to say," Starlight commented, "I think it's okay, but I feel that the story of Lord of the Rings is more profound. But as for the nobleman's statement about necessary evil... of course he couldn't be more wrong. , but it always makes me wonder what kind of thoughts are in the minds of people who fully believe this statement.”

"I know that." Spitfire also came over, "And this is a good book. The guards...Weims and them...it's like if griffins had guards. It feels reasonable. It feels like the author knows it." "

“The story does feel like it’s dealing with the ponies of Ponyville,” says Berry, “but the difference is that half of them are violent. I prefer Potter. If someone dies there, it’s a big deal. And Discworld..."

"I never thought I would read a book about coming face-to-face with the horse of death," Dragonfly began, "but I quite like death. If reality was really like that... it wouldn't be so bad." The changeling, who still looked a little haggard after months of recuperation, no longer had the usual smile on his face this time, "I guess there shouldn't be a book specifically about death, right?"

"There are several," Mark replied, "I have to go see which ones NASA sent. They withheld Pyramid and Grasshopper God and didn't send them, and these two are the best in this series."

"I don't really want to read books about death," Spitfire said. "I want to read more about guards. Unless there's an army story."

"I have to read a few more guards' stories before it's my turn to read two war-themed works in Discworld." Mark replied.

"Okay. Then let's start reading the next guard story!" Dragonfly was very interested.

"Another murder?" Cherry Berry realized that her claim was outnumbered and struggled feebly.

"It's even better. The next book is about the Assassin's Guild." Mark explained, "Assassins refer to people who are specially trained to kill other people - they don't act in groups like the army, but It’s a one-on-one showdown.”

"Ow."

"Sounds good," Fireball replied.

"Well, that's okay," Starlight said, "I've been reading books by Rex Stout lately. I like him better than Agatha Christie's books, except maybe Orient Express. But not too much It would also be nice to read some Discworld.”

"Okay," Mark concluded, "Then we'll start again tomorrow. Now let's go back to the residential area for lunch."