Scootaloo smiled. "Oh, I've had these for a few years. Back when my wings were state of the art, they cost me..." she put a foreleg on her chin. "Oh about, 45,000 bits. Now they'll go for 15,000 bits or so. And that's not counting the surgery."
She levitated over two mugs of beer from the bartender and passed one to Applebloom. "Have a drink," she said, sipping her own mug. "But still, think much more easily you could help on Applejack's farm if you had cybernetic legs."
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(Sweet Apple Acres)
Applejack gripped a pen in her mouth as she charted the harvest of apples. She sat in a rather plain looking office that had a rustic feel with roughly hewn yet comfortable chairs and tables along with a plain wood floor.
But make no mistake, Sweet Apple Acres was a high-tech farm. Despite the rustic appearance of her office, the farm employed as much technology as any factory.
The beeping of a console set in the wall - seemingly out of place in this rustic office - attracted Applejack's attention.
"Wait a minute, ah'm comin'," Applejack said as she trotted over to the viewscreen. She stepped on the floor mounted button.
"Speak to me," she said.
The image of an dark orange Earth pony mare came up on the screen. She recognized it as Carrot Top - one of the supervisors in her vast underground farm.
"Applejack, you must come quickly! The solar arrays have failed," she said.
The screen then winked out.
Applejack sighed and walked over to the elevator that would take her to the growing levels.