At once, Lucky banished any thought that this place had been built by Equestrians. There was no mistaking the even light-panels on the ceiling for anything other than electrical, no mistaking the projected images taking up the center of the room. She couldn’t see a substrate to support the large hologram, yet even so she could make the image out clearly, slightly transparent and with a gentle flicker every few seconds. It was very subtle, almost as though it was only there so she could identify it as artificial. It was a map of the ring.