To prove the superiority of ponies over machines, Trixie decides to challenge Sweetie Bot to a game of chess.
This fic was intentionally written for the 2023 Cyberpunk Equestria Story Contest, but I later on realised that there was a lower word limit of 2.5k words, so the story doesn't qualify.
Check out nonetheless the other entries here.
Now with a Chinese translation by plapoco
The Great and Powerful Trixie will soon be the Great and Powerful pile of incinerated ashes.
This is too good, fucking hilarious. XD
To: SweetieBot
From: Unit Of The Line Crusader.
Uncertainty, Confusion, Fear, Panic. Such are the ways wars are lost.
Her humiliation will be enough.
Isnt that right, CelestAI.
Remember deepblue?
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DO NOT SPEAK THAT NAME!
The thing I like about this fic is, while not conventionally cyber-punk, is it feels very much like the kind of fun comedy you'd get out of a decent cartoon. Trixie, being the bumbling blow-hard that she is, manages to equal out Homer Simpson and (early) Peter Griffon in ignorant bufoonery. What I would suggest however, since Trixie is doing the heavy lifting in this fic, is to lean into her paranoia more. Comedy is about hyper exaggeration after all, you take a normal situation and *stretch* it. Leave the chess game as the final 'test', ratchet up Rarities irritation as Trixie misinterprets the mundane more and more, until inevitably Clothes Horse puts her in her place.
This article is well written, but Rarity's wording seems to be somewhat inappropriate. Rarity wouldn't call her friend “ Princess Twilight”.
Hahaha, well done! n_n
It was nice knowing you Trixie.
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this is why as a general rule I don't let the robots know I don't trust them