All and all, the terms seemed enormously generous to Lucky. With one, glaring exception. “What if…” She pointed to the last bit of the last page. “The quarantine is over, Harmony. Ponies can leave. That should include us as well. I’m not saying we plan on it—but we’re explorers. We’ll want to build space stations if nothing else. Maybe send out more probes. Maybe one day… a long time from now… some future generation will be able to build starships, and they’ll want to use them.”