Lucky could feel exactly what the princess must feel, looking at this city. This was the desolation that might’ve come to Earth, if things had gone differently. But you’re still around! she thought to herself, as she flew towards an open doorway nearthe ceiling, with the light terminating in its door. If the builders wanted ponies dead, why does their machinery respond to us? Why does it know how to make us armor and food? Why allow us to travel around the ring?