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Twilight reached for the switch, but hesitated. Perhaps she should say something momentous and appropriate for the occasion. After all, if this worked it would be the dawn of a new age for mankind every bit as impactful— though far less lethal— than the entry into the atomic age. With a simple flip of a switch, she was about to harness one of the previously undiscovered fundamental forces of the universe: magic.

The old standby would be some proclamation to the tune of, ‘some called me mad! But what do they know of madness… certainly a little annoyed at how I get so little respect, but certainly not mad! What are they, psychiatrists?’ But of course that wouldn’t be accurate.

Certainly Twilight’s friends had expressed some concern about her returning to her lab-rat ways, but she’d managed to placate them by hitting the local spa with Rarity and Fluttershy a few times a month. Well, once a month.

Truth to be told it was a little humiliating being nearly naked around friends whose bodies showed every bit of development one would expect from college sophomores. Well, except for Rainbow Dash, obviously. Meanwhile, Twilight’s cheeks still burned with embarrassment every time she remembered one of the new spa employees asking Rarity whether Twilight was her younger sister. The young prodigy frowned. Well, never mind that. She had more important things to worry about. She had… The Fifth Fundamental Force.

Sunset Shimmer's and "Princess" Sparkle's protestations aside, the Fifth Fundamental Force was a much better name than 'magic'. 'Magic' was ridiculous. Magic was how you explained something complex without the inconvenience of switching on your brain. Sure, it seemed to be highly unpredictable and things hadn't worked out so well the last time she'd fiddled with the Fifth Fundamental Force, but, well… that had been in high school and she'd been under immense pressure to provide practical results before her experimentation was properly complete. And she hadn't been able to consult with experts in the field. Now she had, and with sufficiently advanced technology… Aha. Perfect. Some Arthur C. Clarke should do the trick.

Glancing down at the simple machine— well, simple to Twilight— the young woman reached for the switch again. If this worked, the results would be simple. No fireworks. No flying. No holes in reality. Just the glow of a light bulb lit by a fifth fundamental force, something previously undiscovered by man. Here went nothing.

"Ahem… 'Sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.'" Nice. With a nod, Twilight Sparkle flipped the switch. And winced as a purple spark leaped from the switch into her hand, sending tingling numbness up her arm.

The explosion threw pieces of the machine everywhere, suddenly making Twilight very glad she'd put on her lab goggles. As it was, the blast knocked her goggles askew and laid out the lab-coated lavender lady, knocking her to the floor. Considering the colorful words coming out of her mouth as she lay half-senseless on the floor, Twilight was suddenly very glad she hadn't used her voice recorder for fear of causing electromagnetic interference.

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Posted previously at: 2019-05-04T22:55:55 | Posted previously by: MindlessGonzo