Lucky thought about what Forerunner had said, though one bit stuck out more than the rest. “Recorded by the same individual.” She sat up a little straighter. “Hold on, Forerunner. I guessed you would have made a version of me in the earlier generations, if I was the one you picked to translate pony language. That makes sense. I didn’t get a proper opportunity until now, so you’d keep giving me another chance until I worked it out or failed. That’s how the Forerunner program’s logic works. Well… how it worked back then.” She blushed, ears flattening a little to her head. “I get that you’re more than that now. That it isn’t a fair comparison anymore. But you get the idea.”