Lucky whined. “Yeah, sort of. It thought I died. So it replaced me. But if it had known… it wouldn’t have made the second one. The whole point of these machines is that it’s too hard to send ponies through space. But we can send a Forerunner, and it can build them, then it makes us. Once it makes us, we’ll make more ponies the normal way. The way…” She whined. “You know. The way ponies do it. Humans do it the same way.”