I walked up to the console, waiting as its many little hexagons lifted and reconfigured themselves for my hooves. They glowed many different shades, individual characters appearing on the surface, then vanishing again. Waiting for my input. I pressed the sequence that would get Harmony’s attention—or what small part of it could peek through this console into the physical. They were words, a simple sentence I could’ve spoken at any moment, if I wanted. But there were others here, and Harmony would not take kindly to those who learned this password.