“So... You pretty much created Nano Magic?” Lyra asked, wide eyed and disillusioned as they stepped off the train platform, the pair having somehow convinced the guards Maze was just some kind of albino changeling.

“If I did, it certainly wasn’t intentional” Maze answered, back in the head scarf disguise and an outfit far less conspicuous than her tactical suit. It was still quite stylish though, being another gift from Rarity “My new body already had nano machines when I arrived here and, being the adaptive little buggers they are, they ended up melding with this world’s over saturation of magic to create something new. I guess that they eventually evolved into what you call nano magic today, though whether it happened naturally or not… I can’t say.”

“So you’re like, What? The Mother of nano magic then?” Lyra asked, still not quite believing what she was hearing.

“Oh no, I wouldn’t go that far. For one I still have no idea how they managed to spread. It’s not like I was running around injecting everything I saw with my blood. For another is while I have already encountered some with code similar to my own that could indicate my nano machines were the parent source, I’ve also found a lot of others that don’t, so that’s a thing.”

“History says the original origin was a massive explosion that sent a wave of nano machines across the land, though I suppose they never did discover the cause…” Lyra trailed off.

“And that could still very well be the case, for all I know that happened an instant before I arrived here, or while I was knocked out just after. I do know I wasn’t the only thing with nano machines that ended up here from somewhere else, Gigi is enough proof of that.” Maze consoled Lyra, trying not to destroy her WHOLE world view.

“Still,” Lyra pulled out what looked kind of like a steam punk iPad covered in runes “I can’t wait to observe and study the abilities of a potential parent source and get a few new schematics and designs going! The possibilities are fascinating!”

“Oh, well here then” Maze said snatching the pad from the mare and spread her left hand arcoss the screen.

“That’s not how it wor-WHOA!” Lyra’s focus broke, seeing countless designs, schematics and all around data flashing one after another on the screen, faster than she could keep track of. The pad gave a slight, groaning buzz just before Maze handed it back to the stunned engineer.

“You… You filled it!” Lyra said checking the pad before digging for a secondary storage runes to move some of the new data “These things usually take me a couple years to fill, you did it in a couple seconds… Just how much do you have on your drive?”

“More than I gave you” Maze answered cryptically “But you still got some pretty good stuff on there, it should help give you some ideas and keep you busy.”

“I’m gonna need more Storage runes” Lyra noted absentminded as they passed a rather attractive, if very pissed off looking changeling.

“That’s the third one I’ve seen now. Honestly, I’m surprised how accepting you ponies are of them, particularly after the whole royal wedding thing” Maze mentioned still watching changeling. Sure enough, they looked like grey humans with horns and random bits of bug like plating. Though, this one had a very slight tint of wine red to her skin and a kind of pinkish, vivid burgundy hair streaked with a few black highlights. It’d would almost look goth if one didn’t consider she was a changeling.

“Well, obviously the Chrysalis hive is now barred from the cities, but the other hives have always been pretty neutral” Lyra explained as the station’s crowds gave the shape shifter a wide berth “I’ve never had a problem with them, but most other ponies… well, I still wouldn’t say they’re exactly welcome.”

“Why don’t they just shift to look like ponies then?”

“As I understand it can be kind of a strain to keep the form up, especially with the detection and disillusion spells in place at the check points after the invasion; where they’re usually registered and flagged. So I suppose there wouldn’t be much point after that.”

“I guess that makes sense and good lord! Are we still in the train station?!” Maze asked shifting topics suddenly. She spun around, still seeing only trains, tracks and cranes in all directions.

“Well yeah, it’s Dodge Junction. They’re known for three things; The Rodeo, Cherries and the biggest train yard in Equestria. Nearly all the kingdom’s trains are built and maintained here” Lyra spouted, not realizing Maze hadn’t been exactly privy to what was considered common knowledge in modern Equestria.

“The tracks loop around and through the entire town, serving as a testing platform and tourist attraction. We can even see the latest prototype, the ‘pegatrain’, once we reach the town center” Lyra explained further, failing to hide her appreciation of the scientific progress.

“Yeah well, I say we first find a place where we can design ourselves a meal” Maze proposed before the pair went looking for a place to eat.

“Wow, there is some really cool stuff in all this Maze” Lyra ignored her meal as she continued to browse through her new data “Though… it seems to be missing a lot of files and has extensions that don’t lead anywhere...”

“They’re not missing, I just didn’t give them to you. Now eat your food before it wilts” Maze answered, trying to talk over a stallion with a very boisterous laugh at another table.

“Why not?"

“Because there’s some pretty nasty stuff in here” Maze explained, flexing her left hand “Stuff that I don’t think Equestria is quite ready for yet and other stuff I believe should never see the light of day, Equestria or otherwise.”

“If it’s so bad why not just, y’know-” Lyra made a small cutting motion along her harm “get rid of it?”

“I’ve tried, and it backfired MASSIVELY. That’s a story for another time though. Also it just came back later somehow, so I figured it was best to simply keep it a secret.”

“Then why tell me?” Lyra asked, her now having to speak up as the boisterous laugh started again, louder than before.

“Because you freed me” Maze stated simply “You have no idea just how deep of a debt that puts me in with you... plus something just tells me I can trust you with it.”

“Oh please, you don’t have to repay me for that. I would have done it anyways” Lyra said just short of yelling, the stallion was being particularly loud and constant in his laughter, even his own group seemed a bit weirded out by it. “Geez, Pinkie just might have some competition for her element.”

“He doesn’t seem to be laughing at anything in partic-!” Maze’s expression grew sharp, the room itself almost seemed to jump at the sudden clatter of shattering dishware.

The stallion had fallen out of his chair clutching the table cloth, continuing with his now almost manic cackling. The restaurant staff moved to intervene, their customers looking on in confused awe. Lyra began to move to assist but halted at a gesture from Maze.

“Somepony call for help!” one of the staff members called out, as another ran outside to flag down a guard.

The stallion began panting between guffaws, his face turning red with pained tears streaming down his muzzle. He gave a final desperate gasp for air before finally passing out; further disturbing the crowd as even unconscious, he still gave out occasional, weak laughter. The guards finally arrived with a couple medical ponies moments later and moved to separate him from the crowd.

“What in Tartarus was that all about?” Lyra asked staring after them, befuddled and even a little scared.

Maze didn’t answer as her gaze remained locked on the stretcher bound stallion as they took him outside, a stern scowl on her features as she glimpsed a flash of vivid burgundy through the door just beyond them.

Maze yawned for the fourth time in the past ten minutes.

“-And the latest gyro metric, internal cloud matrix ensures far improved balancing; meaning that even the tightest turns at the greatest speeds pose little risk of derailment or turn overs! And what speeds it can-” The mare behind the podium continued to boast about the train parked at the podium.

“Blah blah blah” Maze muttered a git grumpily.

“Oh shut up, you can’t tell me you don’t find this at least a little interesting” Lyra protested Maze’s apathy. She had insisted that as long as they were in town they should attend the train’s first full test run through the city. Maze felt they should have gotten more sleep as they would probably have to walk from now on. Still, Lyra wanted to come so she came; Maze couldn't afford to disappoint her only friend and ally over a little more sleep. So she just grumbled quietly, trying to be at least a little personable.

'Or would it be Ponyable? ...Whatever.'

“And don’t think we’ve forgotten about comfort, our passenger cars all have the nudist-hehe, excuse me- Newest amenities of relaxation for those long trips” The spokespony tripped up a bit, eliciting a few snickers and giggles from the crowd “Ahem- As I was pppfffffftttttttt!Nudist!”

Maze froze, eyes wide and suddenly very much awake.

“Something’s wrong” She said even before the announcer lost herself in a fit of giggles and the chortles of the crowd began to rise.

“Maaaazzee...” Lyra asked, a note of cation in her tone "what’s happening?"

“Lyra, just how prolific have nano machines and nanomagic become in ponies?”

“Is that really important right now?!” the engineer asked seriously questioning the human’s priorities.

“YES!” Maze snapped, stunning her cohort as the laugher grew louder in all directions.

“Uh, I guess somewhere around three fourths of the population has them in one form or another,” Lyra shouted in response just as the prototype train’s whistle rang out and began moving down the track, quickly picking up speed “Why?”

“Because that’s how many ponies are about to lose their shit.”

The pair ran through the town, weaving past cackling ponies and dodging the trains of conductors clearly within the affliction’s throes of mania. They ran across a group of guards firing their weapons blindly into the air and laughing like madmen. The two quickly subdued the unhinged guards before they had a chance to level those weapons closer to the ground.

“Maze what’s going on?! How are their nano machines causing this?!” Lyra asked, her mechanical gauntlets exaggerating her gestures.

“They have the potential to affect brain chemistry, suppressing and amplifying emotions most notably” Maze explained looking to the sky, thankful the town had a low skyline and that most of the town’s pegasi had remained grounded despite the panic “The original idea was to suppress fear and increase aggression to help make more effective, less burdened soldiers. Needless to say, the end results could be highly inconsistent.”

“And mix in magic and hundreds of years of evolution and we get this, got it” Lyra deduced the rest “But this can’t be natural, not for it to hit everypony at once!”

“No something’s triggering this, and keeping at levels just high enough to cause this reaction without overloading the brain to cause blackouts. We just gotta find-FUCK!” Maze swore as she slammed face first into the pavement, part of a crashed taxi cart pressed on the back of her head.

“Maze wha-ACK!” Lyra choked, lifted from the ground by a lamppost wrapping around her neck.

“Hehehe, now what do we have here?!” A disturbingly chipper voice laughed as the cart bent and twisted into a multi limbed figure “Now I know you have nano machines little pony, but I can’t make you laugh!”

Maze spun and leapt to deliver a somersault axe kick, blade in foot only to stop dead against a long tendril of wood and concrete.

‘Octo-camo?!’

“HAHAHAHA! OH You’re tougher than I thought! Not many could take a sidewalk to the face without a scratch!” The assailant’s camo reset, revealing a getup that was very familiar to Maze.

“Laughing Octopus?!”

“OOOO! GOOD NAME! THINK I’LL TAKE IT!” The masked attacker chortled as three metal tentacles lunged at Maze, the last still holding Lyra aloft. Maze deflected what she could but unable to counter attack in fear of harming Lyra, they eventually broke through. One grabbed her by the head and sent her rocketing through a wall.

The metal gear villain lookalike cackled as Lyra continued to struggle, bringing the mare to her face her “Well now soft one, laugh with me…” She purred through the mask, the tentacle tightening around Lyra's throat.

“Laugh at this!” Lyra spat raising her gauntlets to bear, two large booms ranging out over the cacophony surrounding them and launched the tentacled figured down the road. It quickly caught itself however and began firing what looked to be kinetic pulses from the tendrils. Lyra scrambled, diving from cover to cover as each was pulverized by the pulses.

“So you like shockwaves huh?” Octopus heard from the rubble.

“Then how’s this?!” Maze shouted as she performed a heavy palm thrust from several feet away. The shockwave bypassed the figures tentacles and carried it right into the path of one of the speeding trains, the impact still audible even over the engines.

“Well that’s one way to do it” Lyra commented as she ran up.

“But that still doesn’t solve though whole town losing its mind… thing…” Lyra cursed as giant bug creatures of varying varieties began dropping around them, mandibles and teeth gnashing as claws and exoskeletons clacked. A low buzz signaled more flew overhead "...aw crap."

“See! This is what changelings should look like!” Maze exclaimed as her back met Lyra’s “Not that I mind the cuter ones, it’s just-”

A massive squealing assaulted their ears as the train began to slow and tilt. A pair of tentacles tossed the engine aside with a flick, a massive explosion roaring out before the exosuited cephalopod charged them.

“You got this right?” Maze asked Lyra, not waiting for a response before charging back at the lookalike, snatching a guards’ fallen weapon along the way.

“What?! NO!” Lyra shouted but couldn’t protest further as the first monstrosity lunged at her, being punch blasted back even as another took its place.

Maze tried to leap over the attacker only to get caught in midair and slammed back into the ground, then slowly dragged toward the main body, the other tentacles weaving menacingly.

‘Please don’t let this about to go all hentai on me’ Maze thought desperately before the figure, spun and hurled her straight toward the center of town ‘oh thank goodness!’

Her appreciation faltered however as she smashed through hard metal and glass, and appeared to be moving rather fast all of a sudden. She glanced outside to see it was last car of the one and only ‘pegatrain’ taking the turns at breakneck speed just as promised. Her reprieve was short lived as the back was torn out, the laughing one clawing her way in.

“Okay, so I’m a confused, super powered human fighting a crazy, mechanically tenticled freak on a train. I’ve suddenly become Spider-Man” Maze mused, knowing that despite their size, she’d be at a disadvantage in the enclosed space against the metal limbs.

And then the music started

“Really?!” Maze shouted to the sky.

The villain stopped to listen for just a moment, searching for the music’s source before laughing again as Maze opened up on full auto with her commandeered weapon. Tentacles wove back and forth in a blur, the rounds bouncing harmlessly away.

“So this is what it feels like to fight me” Maze lamented just before the octo-fighter coiled a limb abound cyborg, shoving her straight up through the car’s roof before following. Maze dropped her blade to her feet and slashed upward, forcing the videogame boss the release her and leap back. The tentacles keeping her from being swept off the train, Octopus unhooked a pair of submachine guns and opened fire upon the cyborg, still laughing like a mad woman.

Fun fact; when trying not to fly off the top of a speeding train when a tentacled freak firing at you full auto, concentrating on deflection isn’t the easiest thing. Bullets made it past Maze’s defense as the shooter made matters worse by releasing small, homing explosives that also had to be dealt with. She cut through a clump of the small bombs only to have them explode into a cloud of ink, an eight-limbed attack suddenly bursting through and shoving Maze down though the next car and then spinning in place; seats and handrails shattering as Maze was forced through them.

Once the car was thoroughly demolished, Maze was once again thrown back atop the train, quickly running out of cars until the engine up front.

‘Ok, so guns don’t work, not with the limited amount of dakka available, and speed with tricky tactics doesn’t work…” Maze ran through her options as her opponent rose out of the trains new sunroof “Guess I’ll just have to brute force it.”

Her opponent laughed and sped forward, a tendril coming in at a wide sweep when she was solidly deflected by a sudden a flash of condensing nano magic, enough force carried behind the blow to knock her off balance despite the mechanical appendages clamped on the train.

“Wh-WHAT?! THAT’S NOT FAIR!” the masked female whined, not laughing anymore as she saw the cyborg was now holding a massive, two handed heat blade with a red orange electric aura streaking across her form “WHERE’D THAT EVEN COME FROM!?”

“A little gift from a RAY” Maze smiled smugly. A small explosion marked her charge, the giant blade finally giving her the heft to simply bash her opponent heavy tendrils away. “Round two chuckle-fuck!”

“NO! THIS ISN’T FUNNY ANYMORE!” the masked defender screamed as she was pushed back, her tentacles only barley keeping her safe as they began glowing red hot from the blade’s namesake.

She finally managed to grab the cyborgs ankle and throw her from the train, only for her to land feet first against a building. A sharp current sparked and the wall buckled as she launched herself back at her opponent, who only just managed to layer her metal limbs against the attack that sent her flying off the train herself.

Maze wasn’t about to let the involuntary music go to waste however. A flash of purple light and she was behind her opponent delivering another massive swing, sending her back through the last train car before the engine; ripping it from its connection and knocking it off the rails.

Another flash and she was under her prey, shooting straight up ward with both legs and sending her foe flying to the front tip of the train, landing with a bounce and tumbling back to towards the edge.

The masked villain stood uneasily, a large rip revealing a very haggard looking changeling underneath with locks of burgundy hair falling loose. She tried to steady herself only to have two of her metal limbs slide and spark uselessly across the metal. She brought them to bear, releasing a nervous giggle as she saw two cleanly cut, sparking ends of burnt circuitry.

She froze at what she saw past them. Maze walked calmly towards her as the train sped on, not missing a step even as the train listed and groaned on another tight turn.

“You’ve stopped laughing” the cyborg said, sounding almost disappointed.

The changeling stumbled back, unsheathing a small blade with wild panic in her eyes. Maze took one more step, and was suddenly a face to face with the changeling. The quick gasp escaped her before Maze disappeared with another flash. The changeling’s head jerked all directions, searching panicked for the eminent attack until she glanced a dot further down the track.

Maze stood in a wide stance, HF katana held level with her shoulders. A single upwards cut and a bisected train split, passing with sparks and thunder past her harmlessly as the changeling became suspended in the gap by her own tentacles. Maze leapt to face her, sword held forward in a traditional, if airborne, ready stance. Time slowed as a cascading vortex of energy surrounded them. Looking down on her foe, a single word was uttered.

“Zandatsu”

The changeling gasped as the flurry of cuts rained down upon her, slices and seams striking across her exosuit and metal appendages. The cyborg paused before flipping midair and delivering a massive axe drop, the kick striking like lightning.

The pavement buckled as the defeated party slammed into the ground, countless shards of her former protection raining down around her.

Maze landed in a crouch, the glowing vortex coalescing about her as she slowly sheathed her blade, dissipating with a violent burst at the final click.

The changeling gave a final, weak laugh and saw nothing but darkness.

Lyra ran toward the source of the loud crash and music, figuring it couldn’t be anyone else. She slowed; her mouth agape at the carnage.

The brand new pagatrain was in ruins, its passenger cars crushed and twisted against a service crane and the engine in two halves on either side of the road with broken glass and small fires everywhere.

She was picking up one of the severed tentacle ends when she found the conductor, rolling around on the ground and giggling like an idiot but very much still alive. She searched the area to find Maze crouched over an injured, unmoving changeling.

“Is she...?” Lyra asked, approaching tentatively.

“No, she’s alive” Maze answered, lifting the changeling's arm, lacing its fingers though her own. She then placed her other hand against its forehead, its horn resting between her spread finger “You might want to cover your ears.”

Maze sent a current of magic into the changeling through both hands, eliciting a blood curdling scream from the unconscious bug woman.

No, not just her; Lyra realized it was coming from everywhere, having replaced the laughter. She could see the conductor writhing as he clutched his head, screaming with the bug like woman.

“Maze stop! You’re killing them!” Lyra shouted, to which everything became deathly silent.

“Quite the opposite actually” Maze said, rising to her feet and began walking towards the towns border. “I was rebooting their nano machines. I figured little miss giggle pants over there was the focal point, probably didn’t even know it herself until she was triggered.”

Lyra digested the explanation, seeing the unaffected ponies cautiously peering out of their hiding places to see if everything was over. “So they’re just unconscious?”

“Yep, will probably have a hell of a headache when they wake up, and probably some interesting stories but their minds should be their own again” Maze explained, acting as if this whole debacle was just a simple misunderstanding between friends.

“And the changeling?” Lyra inquired.

“She’ll wake up too.”

“No, I mean are we just going to leave her there? She could still be dangerous!”

“For all I know she was just another victim in all this. Besides, as a criminal wanted by the very highest levels government, it’s not really my place to turn in bad guys” She stated with an amused smile.

“You’re insane” Lyra told her halfheartedly, shaking her hear with a small shrug.

“So I’ve gathered” Maze countered, looking Lyra over “Y’know other than some scrapes and scratches you don’t look to much worse for wear.”

“Well I was still trained for the militia, like everypony else in Ponyville. I know how to hold my own, and my inventions help with the rest” Lyra offered, not realizing the subject had been changed intentionally.

“Good to know” Maze said offhandedly as the pair reached the edge of town, a large forest stretching out before them. “I guess we’ll be walking for a while.”

“I guess everyone will walking for a while” Lyra added, looking back at the smoking city solemnly.

“HA! Good one, now let’s get the hell out of Dodge!” Maze punned with a far too proud look on her face.

“We didn't grab our bags” Lyra stated plainly, unamused.

“Ah… well... fuck" Maze sighed as stalked back toward town, shoulders slumped "I’ll go get them.”

‘Damn it! That was such a perfect last word too…’

"The Junction experiment triggered without incident” A shadowy figure appeared from a clump of darkness, and floated next to a taller, far more expensively dressed pony “However the results were far more unpredictable than expected, the wrong emotions enhanced without others being suppressed.”

“Analysis?” The other asked simply.

“Current results indicate the process is not yet viable; until further development and understanding are achieved, further large scale experiments are ill advised. It is suggested we focus on the other projects for the time being”

The figure gave an annoyed sigh “Agreed. Clean up?”

“Simplified if worrisome; evidently the new 'human' variable not only eliminated the primary focal point but then somehow reversed the trigger. Other than a lot of questions and headaches, we project relatively few casualties, and as of yet no fatalities.”

“She reversed it? All at once? Hmmmm… she may be more useful than we thought. We’ll have to keep an eye on that one. See if we can convince the Night Princess to send her hounds, they should be up to the task.” the fancier figured instructed “Then shift focus and continue as planned. You are dismissed.”

“At your leave” the shadowy one nodded and disappeared again.

“So then Maisie, seems you’re far more serious and cunning then we thought” the figured mused, looking out over the capitol city.

“Look!” Maze cheered happily wrapped around a tree, her entire appearance and even texture having shifted to mimic the bark. Except for the blood on her bandages and some scraps of loose gauze the camouflage was nearly flawless, she looked like she was just another part of the tree "I’m Fluttershy!"

“Yeah okay, that’s actually pretty cool and all Maze, but how? Have you always been able to do this? I’m pretty sure Rarity didn’t give you Octo-camo for free; even she’s not THAT generous” Lyra asked, pausing from her tinkering with the severed tentacle end.

“I got it from the changeling’s nano machines, or maybe her blood I’m not really sure” She said dislodging herself from the wood as she turned back to normal.

“I also got these!” Maze said as she crossed her arms across her chest, a cloud of nano magic condensing around her. She suddenly threw her arms out as four mechanical tentacles flashed into existence, anchored to her back and shoulders.

“Teeeennntaaaaclesssss” Maze cooed lewdly, wiggling the appendages at Lyra.

“Stop that!” Lyra snapped shortly, though very much interested in how this happened “So you can copy your opponents abilities?”

“Not always, but if they’re compatible or adaptable enough and I have enough energy to provide for them I can assimilate nano machines and magic from pretty much anything I cut or touch. Granted, it doesn’t necessarily give be the knowledge of how to actually use or control what I’m imitating, but it’s still pretty neat. I used to have all kinds of abilities but most of them either were taken away or lost overtime in my cell” Maze explained “Octo-camo was just one of them, the tentacles are brand new to me though! They may not be as big or versatile as hers were, but they’ll still be undoubtedly fun!”

“Please tell me there's the specification for this on my pad” Lyra hoped.

“Some of it yeah, though a good deal of it is magic too, so there may still be a lot to figure out about it” she said, to which Lyra beamed and start searching for the information. Maze chuckled and they continued on.

Maze was still playing with her new toys when a manila envelope suddenly smacked her in the face, knocking her on her ass as the tendrils disappeared in a puff of magic.

“Did you just get knocked down by mail?” Lyra ask incredulously, picking up the envelope and checking the contents “Well it looks like it’s been copied from a copy from another copy one too many times, but I think it’s for you” she said handing Maze the first page.

“Let’s see; To you who find this *mumble mumble* Displaced, something about a merchant dick bag, blah blah blah… signed some guy with way too many titles.” Maze skimmed through the letter “So, that explains some stuff I guess.”

“Only half of this is even readable but I think it says something about alternate universes and... Discord? This seems like his brand of crazy, did he send this?” Lyra asked looking over the notes that came with the letter.

“Well the Discord thing'll make more sense in time, hopefully...” Maze answered, cryptic as always.

“This seems important," Lyra handed the page to Maze, who read it over a bit more carefully than the last one "it’s in different hand writing and is talking about some kind of tokens you should send out.”

“Okay, I guess… Lyra you know any spells that let someone change the size of something at will?” Maze asked.

“Uh sort of, it will only get so big or small and I can only get it to work on relatively simple objects but yeah. I actually have it cast on a number of my tools” Lyra answered honestly as Maze summoned one of her trusted cardboard boxes. She kept tapping the side, changing the outward appearance until it landed on a simple logo of ‘The Apple’ and gestured for her to cast.

“Alright then, it seemed I’ve got to have a message with this?” Maze guessed, looking over the paper as she placed her hand on the box “God, I’m terrible at leaving messages, they always come out so awkward.”

"Hi, my name is Maze, I’m a magical cyborg ninja. I do a number of things well; Combat, Stealth, Peeping and I’m a half decent cook. If you need help and I'm available and willing; I will endeavor to arrive quickly. Though I will expect compensation; I have my own ideals and will not fight on the behalf of yours for free. I'm also not an assassin; you do your own dirty work."
-DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE BOX!-

Finished, Maze folded down the box, shrunk it to about the size of a playing card and hurled like a shuriken. It disappeared in a flash almost the instant it left her hand.

“You’re just sending out the one?” Lyra asked.

“Evidently that’s all that’s needed” she said looking back over the notes “It’ll end up splitting or duplicating or something I guess, this says I just need to send out the one and those who need or want it will find it.”

“And just who will ‘They’ be?”

“I have no idea.”

Author's Notes:

Phew! This chapter ended up good bit longer that I had intended, but I guess that’s a good thing. Thanks again to all my readers, for without you this endeavor would be largely pointless. Like a fool, I only just realized I can post this story in other groups than just Displaced, so don’t be surprised if you see it in few related or sister groups (Assuming they’ll allow me to post it). True, I am writing this mostly of fun and expression but it would still be nice for it get a little more exposure, share it with more people and all that! That green bar growing does make me ever so happy!

Sorry again for any grammar or spelling errors, I’m still without an editor and often don’t catch much until the chapters already published. I'm also still working on the ‘Showing, not telling idea’ thing, think I did a little worse here than on the last chapter, but hey! Learning experience or something right?”

Hope to see you in the next chapter! And again, Thanks for reading!