i… am not a lifeform. my creator built me and my brothers long, long ago, as pinnacles of the things we represented. i was death. but we were… flawed. most of our programing was corrupt, leaving only the barest of features. i was unable to communicate, or function in pure sunlight, or travel through cosmic areas. i was a failure. i was left on the home world, forced to watch as the humans were destroyed by… things. other experiments. the leviathans. nuclear war.

soon, there was no trace left of the humans, save what left the planet long ago, and a few small enclaves, closed off to the world. a new race, ponies. they feared me. i wanted to help.

all i wanted to do was help.