“It would make this easier,” Harmony said. Its voice sounded annoyed, though it had not bothered sending them a body, which always made Flurry Heart feel a little uncomfortable. But magic was magic, even if Harmony was really some kind of machine. A machine she lived on, along with everypony else she’d ever known, and everything they’d ever made. Existence was dust. “We predict it is inevitable that all individuals will eventually reach a point of maximum complexity and converge as a unilateral intelligence. At this point, we will exploit the physical universe with maximum efficiency. Your delay only prolongs the inevitable.”