“Well, that’s one of the other kinds of changeling. My uncle, Thorax, he’s kinda the king now… he went onto the surface and spent time with ponies. Made some friends… and he figured some stuff out. This is… where the division between the Old Hive and the Prismatic Court comes from. All you have to do is have enough real relationships with other creatures, and eventually the system recognizes that you’re intelligent and changes you. I guess somepony thought we’d put minds in the maintenance system. Or maybe Harmony just got sick of what we were doing and took control.”