She was, as it turned out, though it did not look like the machine had been built by ponies. In the other room was a large device, made of the same transparent resin she’d seen in screens all over Equus’s infrastructure. A pile of metal objects—lamps, clocks, cutlery—anything Flurry Heart could get her hooves on, were scattered haphazardly around the screen. A few tiny cracks laced its surface, or maybe they were just scratches on the screen.