"I, uh..." Lucky shifted on her hooves, forcing herself to look away from the application. She was thrilled by the idea, adrenaline racing through her body. Yes, she had been created to serve the SPS, to translate the Equestrian language so that humans could form diplomatic ties with the aliens. But that project was done—all that remained to her now was getting it all down on paper. Write a book, teach a few classes, get her brain scanned, and then she'd be free to do whatever she wanted with her life.