“Mom!” Lucky squeaked, rising again. She walked past her, pressing a button on the edge of the “fabricator.” It pulled back into the wall, hiding the strangeness inside. “So yeah, that’s where I came from. I have no parents, I’m two years old, I’m also an alien who grew up on another planet with two legs instead of four where my parents died when I was little and I wasn’t very good at most things.” She laughed to herself, sounding bitter. “I honestly think I’m a better pony than I ever was as a human.”