Twilight was feeling extremely pleased with herself and yet extremely puzzled at the same time,
"I've ordered the wires you requested. Now will you tell me why you needed a League long piece of wire?"

Artex was sitting on the floor of the Library tinkering with a device which looked remarkably like a mutilated stapler,
"I need it to conduct an electrical current." he briefly looked up from the odd device, "Why do you have a computer in your basement lab? I thought you Ponies didn't have those kinds of things."

Twilight tilted her head to the side in puzzlement,
"What's a computer?"

Artex set down his pliers on the table, giving Twilight his full attention,
"A computer performs calculations and runs programs."

Twilight looked even more puzzled,
"I don't have one of those... though having one would make it a lot easier to work out advanced calculations."

Artex gestured to the basement door,
"Then what was that big metallic device down there? The one that could print out readings?"

Twilight perked up,
"Oh that. That's a Thamaturgic Detector I rigged up to monitor fluctuations in Thamaturgic Energy. It uses a crystal to detect the fluctuations and prints out the magnitude of each one. I tried to use it on Pinkie Pie, but she... she defies all logic."

Artex chuckled and picked up his pliers again leaning over the strange device in front of him,
"That she does. To really answer your question about what I need the wire for, the truth is communication. By sending a series of signals through the wire from one end, the individual on the receiving end can figure out what the signals mean. It works by using the electrical current to complete a circuit. For every signal you send from one end, the other end matches the signal as well and you can instantly communicate over long distance with it. I need the wiring to create a demonstration for Mr. Rich. He'll fund the project and it will give Ponies a means of getting messages from one place to another without using those ludicrously expensive communication crystals. It will transmit a message about as fast as Spike's fire and anypony can use it. They will pay a small fee and then they can send a message from one city to anywhere that has an office capable of receiving the message."

Twilight's eyes had grown to enormous size as Artex explained,
"Wow, that would be so much faster than regular mail."

Artex nodded as he made an adjustment,
"Yes, and the regular mail would still be needed too, so nopony would be out of a job. In fact it would create new jobs all over the country and, if it catches on like I think it will, the whole world." Artex finished with the adjustment and pressed down on the top of the device, "Perfect, though I still need to test it out." he looked around, "Where did Oriana go again?"

Twilight rolled her eyes,
"She went to visit Zecora. She told you that."

Artex nodded absently,
"Oh yeah, what about Razor?"

"I'm right behind you, in the same place I've been for the past four hours while you worked on that thing." Razor's slightly annoyed voice came from behind his back.

Artex sheepishly turned his head toward the voice,
"Ah heh... sorry Razor." he grinned disarmingly, "Actually it's a good thing that both of you are here. I wanted some help with... something."

Razor's ears perked forward with interest, it wasn't often that Artex asked for help with anything,
"Sure, what do you want help with?"

Twilight seemed to agree,
"Of course, we'll be more than glad to help you."

Artex scratched the back of his neck,
"Well I wanted to make a list..." at the mention of the word 'list' Twilight visibly perked up, "Of what I want in a... wife... or wives." he immediately flopped his forehead onto the table top, "This is all completely new to me."

Razor reached out and patted his left shoulder,
"Hey, it's fine. Why don't you start with all the traits your... first wife had. You know you loved those things right?"

"Good point Razor," Twilight spoke up happily, "You already know what you're looking for, you just need to acknowledge them and write them down so you can catalogue those traits then use them to compare and contrast against mares you're interested in."

Artex peeked up from the table wearing a deadpan expression,
"It's not quite that simple, but you do have the right basic idea."

Twilight smiled hugely and levitated over a piece of parchment and a quill to the table that Artex was utilizing as a head rest,
"Alright let's begin with physical traits, they are the ones you'll notice right away and using those, you can dismiss many mares right away."

Artex raised his head and banged it down on the table again,
"That's no problem, I don't really care what she looks like. I don't care if she's an Earth Pony, a Pegasus, or a Unicorn. Though I would definitely not want an Alicorn, too much royal business and they would WAY outlive me. No, I want a regular, mortal Pony... or Ponies." he laid his head back against the couch behind him and incidentally onto Razor's back, "I have an idea of where to start with one mare, but even thinking about more than one seems... so selfish." he propped his elbow on the table and rested his chin in his palm, "I mean I'm afraid that I'll end up neglecting somepony and then factor in kids, which I definitely want. I want kids..."

"Foals." Razor corrected.

Artex sighed,
"Yeah foals. Once I start thinking about foals I'm terrified that I won't be able to give them the proper attention they deserve. I mean I want at least two, but if I also have five wives, my time and affections will be spread too thin and I'll neglect one of my wives or foals and that thought is completely unacceptable."

"Then don't have five wives." Razor said soothingly, "There's no law that demands it, but it is the most common type of marriage. Mr. and Mrs. Cake are an example. It's possible to do, just... tricky."

Artex nodded his head emphatically,
"Yeah, especially when we go to make love the first couple of times. Who would be there to hold her? Who would be her Comforters?" he shook his head, "No, it should be five because there is no way I'm EVER holding down anybody so we can make love. Heck, I'm still having trouble thinking about it. On Earth, if anybody held a woman down for that, it's called rape." Artex shuddered at the thought.

"It's alright, Artex. I think I can understand." Razor reassured him, rubbing his shoulder, "Let's just focus on starting with one, then you can move on from there. The first mare will help you decide on the others if she cares about you. It's a decision for the both of you."

Artex chuckled dryly,
"Heck, if I thought I had any chance you'd probably be my first choice, Razor. You already understand me way more than anypony else."

Razor forced herself to chuckle,
"Yeah, heh, funny..."

Internally her mind was reeling, 'That wasn't funny Artex! Why don't you think you have a chance with me! How would you know? You never even tried...'

Razor's internal monologue was cut short when Twilight spoke up,
"Actually now that you mention it, Razor would be perfect for you."

Artex' head shot up almost as quickly as Razor's,
"Huh?" he asked eloquently.

Twilight smiled as she elaborated on her thought,
"Maybe not in a serious relationship, that's up to both of you, but maybe as a trial relationship. She could help you get used to dealing with mares as opposed to women. She knows you better than anypony else. She knows how Humans think and she knows more about your culture than anypony else too. Besides the two of you already have a good working relationship so you know you can get along smoothly. She can help you adjust to our culture and act as a mediator if there's a miscommunication."

Razor's mouth worked up and down silently while Artex gave the matter serious thought before answering,
"You know, I can't find any flaws in your logic Twilight."

Twilight beamed a bright smile as Artex turned around and looked over his shoulder at Razor,
"So how about it?"

Razor snapped her mouth closed and shook her head vigorously before looking down at Artex,
"How about what?"

"Would you like to go out on a date with me?" Artex immediately frowned and averted his eyes, "Wait, do Ponies date like that?"

Razor hid her blush and cleared her throat,
"If you mean a Courtship Outing, then 'yes' we do."

Artex shifted his eyes back to Razor,
"So would dinner tonight work? I can take you out to dinner if that's proper."

Razor could no longer hide the blush as her cheeks tinted pink,
"Um, uh, y...yes that's fine."

Artex smiled, oblivious to Razor's feelings,
"It's a date then."

* * *

Women and mares crowded tightly around the glass observation window. It was standing room only in the Maternity Ward of New Humansville Hospital. Every single eye was glued to the sleeping new born baby boy lying in a tiny crib. The name written on the baby's foot read, 'Adam Merlin Pho'. The women and mares cooed and dawwed at the baby while a single nurse stood a vigilant watch over the tiny crib. Adam was the first Human born in Equestria and also the first Human born on another planet.

Bobby Jewel carefully removed his smock fervently wishing for disposable scrubs as he chatted with the other doctors in Post-Op,
"She required twelve stitches to her perineum, anus, and vaginal entrance. Delivery was vaginal and successful. As per the request of the patient, she was administered a 'local' to help numb the pain. The baby was weighed at nine pounds, three ounces, and sixteen inches long."

The Kavim doctors were taking notes, as they had been for the entire process. They wrote down everything they saw and asked many questions,
"What is that in Stones and Hooves?" asked Steady Hoof.

Bobby planted his fists on his hips and looked at the floor, calculating,
"Roughly seven tenths of a Stone and roughly twelve and a half Hooves in length." he said looking back up.

"Are the lacerations to the pelvic region normal or was this a difficult birth?" one of the doctors asked.

Bobby carefully removed his gloves as he answered,
"The lacerations are common enough to be considered normal. There is a huge variation of size when taking these things into consideration." he dropped the gloves into the laundry bin and began washing his hands with iodine, "There's the size of the baby, the size of the birth canal, which is generally in direct correlation to the height and build of the woman. In the case of the Mother, Tina Pho, she has a very slim bone and muscular structure, which is also why she sustained the lacerations during birth. Personally, I would have performed a 'C-Section' on her to minimize the damage to her body, but neither her life, nor that of the baby, were in jeopardy so I couldn't force the issue."

He finished and shook off his hands in the sink,
"I hope everybody remembers what happened this morning." Bobby said pointedly, shooting a glare at Steady Hoof, "I don't care how it works in Equestria, but in my hospital you HAVE TO get the patient's written permission to include any personnel who are not scheduled staff into a patient's room. None of this just inviting everybody you feel like." Steady Hoof looked appropriately shamed as Bobby continued, "Now I'm not saying this to make anybody feel bad, but if you pull the same stunt on another patient and there's a Father present don't be surprised he he gets violent. Human males, especially new Fathers, get really protective and I don't want to hear about any of you getting a fractured jaw because you assumed anything."

A few chuckles rippled through the gathered doctors but Bobby turned a harsh glare on them in an instant,
"Laugh all you want, but I'm telling you if it was MY WIFE giving birth and somebody just up and invited a bunch of people I didn't know, I'd start cracking skulls and I wouldn't stop until I thought my wife and baby were safe."

Bobby began to pace back and forth as he spoke,
"Humans consider birth to be private and often sacred. I already discussed this with Tina and she wants Adam to be circumcised. There are religious aspects to child birth that you, as medical professionals need to not only be aware of, but sensitive to. Unless the patient is dying, their actions are placing themselves or others in jeopardy, or they are not in their right mind, you have no right to make any decisions for them. It is their body and their choice, even if we disagree, hell especially when we disagree. There may be a patient who refuses to have any magic used on them. What do you do? You don't use anything magical. I don't care what you think, and the patient won't either sometimes. You HAVE TO respect their decision."

Bobby stopped pacing and straightened up,
"Now, are there any more questions?"

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*sigh* Keep an eye out for typos.