“That’s… one way to think about it.” Sarah sat back in her chair, trying to adjust herself in the space-suit. But it had been built for ponies, and her changeling body just didn’t fit quite right. “I met some religious people who talked like that. That’s how… the soul is supposed to work, isn’t it? Some imaginary force that… that’s really you. It keeps going once you die. Probably a good thing I never believed in that, or I wouldn’t be here.”