Great Power of Persuasion

This morning at the Glitch studio began the same way as all the previous ones, and was no different from the series of previous mornings. Pomni woke up and dreamed of delicious English tea. Meggy crawled out of bed and lovingly stroked her favourite water pistol, wishing him good morning. Tari opened her eyes, got dressed and trudged off to check on the work in the building. Mario, stretching on the sofa and yawning widely, sat up abruptly, causing his still dormant second eye to sway slightly, and then both eyes opened. — Good morning, - Mario greeted himself and went to the bathroom. — Fell asleep on the sofa again? - Tari caught him in the middle of the road. — What a big-eyed... Hey, baby, make some toast. Tari rolled her eyes, looked at the stars still flickering faintly in the windows and, thinking that the stars would not go anywhere, but Mario was an unpredictable creature, she went into the kitchen. This morning at the Glitch studio began the same way as all the previous ones, and was no different from the series of previous mornings until Tari entered the kitchen to make toast and coffee. Having habitually written code into the computer (yeah, this is their technology), she closed her eyes and imagined a large mug of foamy, hot, steaming cappuccino. — Your-cof-fee-is-rea-dy, - the computer exclaimed cheerfully, and Tari, smiling, took the cup and put it on the tray - the cappuccino turned out exactly as she had imagined it. Unable to resist, she took a sip of the coffee that looked so delicious... And then spat it out. — Holy Solver, what it this?! — she exclaimed, looking from the cup to the computer and back. Then she leaned over to the device again, closed her eyes and imagined a large, delicious donut sprinkled with powdered sugar. — Your-do-nut-is-rea-dy, - the computer announced, and Tari grabbed the treat, broke off a piece and tried it. The donut looked incredibly appetizing, but it tasted more like a two-week-old herring that had lain for three months under the scorching Australian sun and was seasoned with rancid oil. Not that Tari had ever actually tasted such herring, but it seemed to her that this was exactly how it should taste. After spitting out the donut, she poured water into a glass to wash away the bad taste in her mouth. But after swallowing it, she coughed and dropped the innocent vessel. — What the heck?! - she exclaimed. — Where? — Pomni asked sleepily, entering the kitchen. Tari pointed to the computer and the donut lying on the table. — Devices... They... Looked like they were out of order. But this is impossible! — The dryer chewed on my hat today, - Pomni shrugged and tugged at the crumpled hat, which looked about the same as a donut tasted. And then she yawned: Oh no, Mario will be left without breakfast. World cataclysm. — We’ll all be left without breakfast, idiot, - Tari rolled her eyes. Pomni thought for a moment - which happened to her, admittedly, not very often, and then with excitement in her voice she said: — Yes, I somehow didn’t think about that. — Hey guys, have you noticed that something is wrong with our doors? - asked Meggy entering the kitchen. - They don't creak. And they don’t yawn with pleasure, or even clap! They growl after me! — Where's my toast, Ti? - Mario shouted at this time. - Honestly, if I don’t drink coffee now, I’ll send this damn studio straight to the bandit cats or bureaucrats and rat you all out in exchange for breakfast! Tari and Pomni looked at each other grimly. This morning at the Glitch studio began the same way as all the previous ones, and was no different from the series of previous mornings, but previously all the people present in the studio did not hold a consultation on the sofa in the morning. During the discussion, it turned out that all the devices in the building were out of order. The food and drinks turned out to be extremely disgusting, the water from the taps flowed exclusively from the sea, the doors began to growl, and one, the most impudent one, which led to the toilet, refused to let anyone in at all and bit Pomni’s hand, the dryers chewed clothes, and the knife that was obliged to toast, burned the bread to the state of a large black lump of coal. — It seems we got it, - Pomni said melancholy, sitting on the sofa and clasping her knees with her hands. — He-ey, clown, shut up, - Mario winced. - You're getting on your nerves. — The main thing is don’t panic! - said Meggy, jumping up and starting to walk from corner to corner. — Don't panic? Meggy, my friend, you understand that now there are no mojitos, smoothies and other cocktails! - Mario exclaimed. Tari tiredly rubbed her temples with her fingers. — N! - she exclaimed. — Hello! - the drone replied. — How are you doing? - Tari asked carefully. — Great! - cheerfully answered the cheerful N. - Last night I was thinking about the meaning of existence and came to the conclusion that my whole life - if it can be called such - is absolutely and immensely meaningless! Can you imagine how wonderful it is? So wonderful! — What's so wonderful? — Pomni asked rhetorically. — Okay... Where are we? - asked Tari. — And how close is it to the nearest kiosk that serves decent coffee? - Meggy added. — Sorry guys, my navigation systems are out of order - what a joy! Or I disabled them myself - I don’t remember. — So you broke all the devices? - asked Meggy. — Devices? Guys, why do I need devices? They are stupid and dull! - N exclaimed still cheerfully. — I think I know what happened, - Tari concluded. - SMG4! — You again? - SMG4 sighed as he entered the room. * — So, - an hour later, Tari stood in the middle of the room, looking at SMG4 and folding her arms over her chest. She had not drunk coffee in the morning, had not eaten toast and, accordingly, was not in the mood at all. - As an evening promenade, you talked to the devices in the studio, and now they don’t work. SMG4! - she turned sharply to the guy in a blue jumpsuit. - Do you understand what you did? — Tried to cope with boredom? Helped technology realize the meaninglessness of its existence? — No! Not only! We are hanging somewhere in the building, we have nothing to eat or drink, the doors have gone crazy, and soon all our clothes will be chewed up by crazy dryers! — Crazy? What are you talking about, they are absolutely stupid. I can’t even believe that such stupid devices exist. And I'm surrounded by them. Happy day,” muttered SMG4. — Dude, we’ll just die without N! — Yes, I know. Terrible, isn't it? People looked at each other and sighed almost in unison. — Can we turn on the electric card? - asked Meggy. — I forgot how it turns on, guys! S-s-sorry! - exclaimed N. — It seems we got it, - Pomni repeated again. — Give. Everything. Back. - Mario said separately, poking his finger in SMG4’s face. - Do everything as it was. Bring back cheerfulness and happiness to all this rusty vessel! — For what? — the guy in the blue cap sighed. - Does this make sense? Tari put her head in her hands. — We have to do something, - Meggy decided. * — Are you sure you understand psychology? — Meggy raised an eyebrow skeptically. — Come on, I’m a journalist! - Pomni explained. — And what? — Journalists are all excellent psychologists. We communicate with people and... And we communicate a lot with people, we need to understand them. After all I was in their position. — Well, of course. You understand us all so well, - Mario rolled her eyes. — Maybe she just doesn’t waste her hidden powers on idiots like you, - Tari exploded. — In any case, we have no choice, - Meggy concluded. — Fine, let the clown try, - Mario waved his hand. — At least we’ll have a laugh, - he said barely through his moustache. — Is there any popcorn? — Okay, - Tari agreed. They turned to the couch and looked at SMG4 standing next to it. — I don’t like your faces, - he sighed. - But who, in essence, is interested in my opinion? Pomni looked at SMG4 and said: — We need... Chocolate. — Chocolate? - Tari didn’t believe it. — Well, yes, chocolate. Depression is always treated with chocolate! — And how are you going to feed the devices with chocolate? — Uh-uh, well... — We definitely need popcorn, - said the first half of Mario’s face to the second. — Meggy, do something, - Tari begged. — I’ll look in the Kinger’s diary about this... - Meggy nodded. Kinger usually gives precise answers to numerous questions - sometimes, it must be admitted, answers that no one needs to questions that are of no interest to anyone. However, when Meggy found a very important and very interesting question, the answer to which was clear, clear and very necessary, the diary for the first time in her life disappointed the traveler. “How to treat depression in devices?” - asked Meggy. And Kinger answered loud and clear: “Throw them overboard.” — Hmm, - Meggy said and looked at SMG4. For a moment she even wanted to listen to the diary - after all, the book had never deceived him before. But Meggy resisted the impulse. - It's useless. Tari looked over her shoulder and read the book's opinion. — Well, well, this doesn’t suit us very well. Try entering it without specifying that we have equipment here. Maybe there are some solutions for people that will work in our case? — It’s logical, - Meggy agreed and found in Kinger’s diary: “How to treat depression.” There was a more detailed answer to this question in the book: “Eat more chocolate, take up a hobby, sign up for yoga. If that doesn't work, whack your head against a wall to get a traumatic brain injury and lose your memory. In the event that this does not help, and also if you do not have a body, skull or brain, then simply throw yourself overboard. Believe me, the Universe, represented by those around you, will appreciate this.” — Nice, - Tari concluded. - It's simple, see? — I said it - chocolate! - Pomni smiled, clenching her fists victoriously. — OK. Forward. Feed SMG4 chocolate. — Idiots, - guy concluded and shook his head. - And who do I have to deal with? Tari, Meggy and Pomni sat down on the sofa at the same time. — Did I already say that we got caught? asked Pomni. For some reason no one answered her. * — SMG4. Let’s make a deal, - Tari turned to the guy. — What's the point? You will still remain stupid humanoids at an early stage of development, barely using your brain, and I... - he sighed heavily. - And I will continue to suffer from my malfunctioning tumours in my left side. — You see, you feel bad enough. Why ruin our lives? — You might suffer out of solidarity. — And you could, out of a sense of solidarity, be sweet, happy and affectionate. — Boring, - said SMG4. — There’s nothing to argue with, - agreed the second part of Mario’s face. — Maybe we can try using AbsoluteSolver? - asked Pomni. - Let's press this adorable big button, and... — And we’ll land somewhere on the edge of the Multiverse in the form of nightstands or something else equally idiotic. — Well, at the edge of the Multiverse, at least you can have breakfast, - Meggy said sadly, supplementing her statement with a loud gurgling sound in her stomach. — If we have something to eat. They sighed again. — Okay, let's try it like this, - Mario jumped up. - Listen, SMG, or whatever your name is, buddy, you’re so smart, right? — You can’t even understand the scale of my mental development, - SMG4 sighed. — So, you can solve any problem, even the most difficult one, right? — Unfortunately, yes. Meggy looked closely at Mario and grinned, realising where he was going with this. — There’s one problem, - he turned to the guy in the blue cap. - Absolutely unsolvable. Will you take it? Shake your brain... — Go ahead. It's boring with you anyway. — There is a super cool studio. With a super cool robot. There are a lot of fancy instruments on this building. So here it is. These devices are out of order... — Because one blue idiot talked to them! - Pomni interrupted. Tari gave her a withering look. — So, the devices are out of order. And they need to be brought back to life! Can? SMG4 sighed again. — Fine, I agree, not all representatives of humanoid races are complete idiots, - he noted. - Some people are only half idiots. I'll go talk to this cheerful idiot. Meggy sat down on the sofa with relief. — We are saved! - Pomni said in disbelief. This morning at the Glitch studio began the same way as all the previous ones, and was no different from the series of previous mornings. Just as crazy and chaotic. There was just something missing... — Coffee, - Meggy said. — Donuts, - Tari said. — Soda, - Pomni said. - More precisely, his pathetic likeness. — Melted spaghetti, - Mario said. They smiled. Everyone except Pomni.