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It was the first day of Polished Gears’ vacation and the stallion was so caught up in sightseeing, that he had neglected to get a room at the local stable. He looked everywhere, but all the ones he could find were full until tomorrow afternoon. Worried that he’d be sleeping outside in a strange city, he kept on searching until he came across one that had a room for not only the night, but also for the rest of his stay. Ecstatic, he immediately booked, still not quite sure what a microstable even was. That was, until he got to his room. To call it a room was a little generous, as it was just barely large enough to sleep in. The room was a cornerless beige with no visible light fixtures other than the ring of lights around the centerpiece of the room, the bed. When Gears first opened the door, he mistook the room for not having a bed, but after a step and a faceplant onto the soft surface, he realized that the floor was the bed. After getting thoroughly acquainted with the bed

Polished Gears was tired. Strike that, not tired, exhausted. He had been working double-time for the last two months to finish his newest project at work. He’d caught on fire a few times during those months and pulled more than double that in all-nighters. The good news; he’d done the impossible and finished the working prototype and it worked perfectly. The bad news; he found out it worked perfectly, by being the (unwitting) test subject. It had started as a routine check and install of the new components for a new and improved cart wash and just when he was packing up his tools to head home, one of the automated cleaners knocked him into the wash. After a relentless cleaning and polishing by his own devices, he was spat out the other end looking like a cart straight off the showroom floor. He got home easily enough, but by the end of the week most everypony in the office knew about his late internal testing, and teased him relentlessly about it. He couldn’t figure out how