“It is. I am a subject. The Pioneering Society was created to expand, Lucky. To grow, to fill all of space with civilization. We are the eyes of the universe, we are its hands. We survived the death of our homeworld. We survived terrible calamities, we survived threats so vast they could not be comprehended.” He pointed with one hand, right up at the ceiling. “The universe is out there. It belongs to us now. And Equestria too, if they want some. If we wish to take it, we must first free ourselves from this prison. I believe if any of the Society’s founders still lived, they would approve of this decision. But they’re gone, so the decision is mine. I approve.”