Harmony walked out of the open room. “Expect to begin receiving information from us in the future. We will make use of your convenient placement in this uplifted colony when an organic-machine interface is required. For your first assignment, take this.” Harmony tossed something through the air towards her, though Melody hadn’t seen how the pony had thrown it. It was a portable data storage device—of the exact same specifications that were common all over Othar.