“I don’t see why you want to talk to me,” Gruber said, following her through one of Motherlode’s upper tunnels. As time went on, more of these were transforming from plain stone to precisely carved and luxurious passages, except for the bundle of umbilical on the roof. It was the native population—they were mostly earth ponies, and all out of a job mining since Forerunner’s drones worked so much faster. Olivia thought the construction suited them. If anything, they had more of an attention to detail than the AI did. She could make out little hearts in the archways, and tiny sun and moon cutie marks near the edges where a passage might lead to a common area or a restroom respectively.