Lyra and Bon Bon, do u have any evil version of u?
"You see, Bon-Bon!" Lyra shouted over the noise of the workshop, "These magical automations can do all the work for you! It'll free up so much time! No more growing food or manually controlling the weather. It'll all be automated!"
"What about ponies that want to work?" Bon-Bon's curiosity was genuine, but Lyra quickly dismissed her with a wave of her hoof.
"Pfft, well they can try. But once the algorithms are perfected, there'll be no keeping up with a machine. Besides, the world will be better off this way. Can't you see?! A world where leisure time is all the time!"
Bon-Bon drew back from Lyra's deranged grin, "Okay... Leisure. Like sports and games?"
Lyra turned her back on Bon-Bon in a fit of laughter, "Hahaha~! Of course not! These machines will far outperform any living creature. And their ability to communicate instantaneously with one another would result in a far more entertaining spectacle!"
Bon-Bon moved in closer and placed a hoof on Lyra's shoulder, "Cooking then? I love cooking."
But Lyra only rolled her eyes and walked back towards her workbench, leaving Bon-Bon's leg to droop weakly, "Don't be ridiculous. With endless endurance and knowledge, machines will be able to test every possible combination in every quantity to determine the absolute best possible meals imaginable. That one over there has already succeeded in making a couple of things that were edible."
Lyra's leg extended without even looking toward a lifeless animatronic, rhythmically pounding on some kind of sickly green-colored dough. The noise its metal hooves made banging against the counter only added to the cacophony of noise from the other machines.
"And in only a week's time! You'd be doing yourself a disservice to even try to compete. The same goes for crafts, music, theater, reviews- not to mention cleaning, designing, building, sewing-"
"Wait wait." At Bon-Bon's interruption Lyra turned around, only to find a grave look of concern on Bon-Bon's face. Lyra had seen that look recently. "If these machines are supposed to do everything for us, what are we supposed to do."
A meek shrug was all Lyra could manage, "Whatever you want." Then the words she feared followed.
Head down, staring into despair itself, Lyra turned back to her station. "I see..." Then further, in a voice coated thick in malice, "So Twilight has gotten to you too, then..."
