Though Regina knew, of course, that her new mount (who she'd christened 'Bitstream' and saved to her personal profile, or at least the computer promised her she had) didn't really need attended to after a hard ride, and could simply disappear handily from existence without the requirement for food or grooming or anything else. Nevertheless, she'd unsaddled her and set her loose to mooch around the fields a while before turning her attention to the stables.
Already beginning to ache all over and not quite believing what she she was about to say, Regina began unbolting the other stalls, one by one, setting their inhabitants loose to make their way out to pasture, and issued a new instruction to the computer.
"Computer, let's pretend this stable hasn't been cleaned out today yet. Or maybe for a few days. Can you do that?"
The smell shifted a little, the slightest tang of manure and ammonia and damp hay added to the mix, bringing a grim smile to Regina's lips.
"Computer: wheelbarrow, pitchfork, shovel and broom, please."
"There are seven models of-"
"Oh dear God, computer, I do not care."
Apparently not about to push it this time, the computer complied, and Regina got to work.
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The first thing that hit one on entering the holodeck was the smell of fresh air, grass and trees - in short, spring. There was a light breeze in the air, though the sun was warm, and there was even the gentle sound of birdsong off in the distance. Off to the right was an inviting looking evergreen wood with spires of long, straight pines, the distinctive brown, needle-cushioned floor of a coniferous forest, and shafts of light filtering between the wide-spaced trees. Off to the left was a picturesque little stableblock, apparently standing all alone in the middle of nowhere, some horses milling around in the pasture surrounding it. Off in front were rolling hills as far as the eye could see.
From inside the stableblock were emerging the sounds of a pretty thorough mucking-out.
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Already beginning to ache all over and not quite believing what she she was about to say, Regina began unbolting the other stalls, one by one, setting their inhabitants loose to make their way out to pasture, and issued a new instruction to the computer.
"Computer, let's pretend this stable hasn't been cleaned out today yet. Or maybe for a few days. Can you do that?"
The smell shifted a little, the slightest tang of manure and ammonia and damp hay added to the mix, bringing a grim smile to Regina's lips.
"Computer: wheelbarrow, pitchfork, shovel and broom, please."
"There are seven models of-"
"Oh dear God, computer, I do not care."
Apparently not about to push it this time, the computer complied, and Regina got to work.
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The first thing that hit one on entering the holodeck was the smell of fresh air, grass and trees - in short, spring. There was a light breeze in the air, though the sun was warm, and there was even the gentle sound of birdsong off in the distance. Off to the right was an inviting looking evergreen wood with spires of long, straight pines, the distinctive brown, needle-cushioned floor of a coniferous forest, and shafts of light filtering between the wide-spaced trees. Off to the left was a picturesque little stableblock, apparently standing all alone in the middle of nowhere, some horses milling around in the pasture surrounding it. Off in front were rolling hills as far as the eye could see.
From inside the stableblock were emerging the sounds of a pretty thorough mucking-out.