One glance at the warnings flashing across the main display panel told Celestia more than she wanted to know, and a lot less than she needed to. "Oh, little unicorn pony, what have you done?" the princess whimpered, her magic carefully lifting the dead cable and settling it back into place, broken wires reweaving themselves like tentacles seeking a loving embrace with their lost kin. By magic, the cable merged and repaired itself, returning to the worn-but-functional state it had enjoyed mere days ago.