She stepped up onto the little metal plate. As she did so, thousands of images appeared in the glass screens moving through the room. Many nearest to them looked like ponies—ponies of all tribes, wearing all kinds of different clothing. Most were mares, but not all. Most seemed friendly, but not all. And the shapes further and further up, the plates of glass hovering unsupported, that she could barely make out—those had stranger forms. Gelatinous things, with flashes of internal light. Vaguely animal things, even one that looked almost human. If humans had transparent, glowing skin.