“Don’t sound like the major.” Martin strode away from her, over to the large holofield set into the center of the lab. The system still had that “just manufactured” scent, and Martin wouldn’t let anyone touch it, “just in case.” Even as she approached, the mare put out a hoof, forcing Lucky to stand a full meter away. “I wouldn’t pick one. Maybe once you teach the Forerunner perfect Eoch and it can just give us a chip to translate. Then I might want one for a night on the town. Deadlight could give me one.”