The Sparkle Letters

Dear Princess Celestia,

First, I thank you for writing back. I had begun to worry that none of my letters had actually gotten to you.
Secondly, I wish to share an incredible discovery with you: The 'window' which enables O'Bama to view moving images is capable of far more than just that! It is, in fact, a fully functioning example of a thing long thought impossible with mere magic: A thinking machine!

He was very careful to explain that there are limits to what it can do. It is only able to perform actions in the form of special instructions called 'code' or 'programs'. However, it is capable not only of displaying moving pictures, but creating them--responding to 'user input'--performing calculations at incredible speed--and many other feats.

Most astounding is that the humans primarily use these devices for entertainment. I will elaborate on this soon, but first, please find attached my updated portal schematic. The structural issues were not my first priority in my rough draft, and that was careless of me.

Your faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle

'Dear' Princess,

Twilight recommended that I begin writing letters to you as well. She seems to think of you as nigh-omnipotent--which makes a certain amount of sense, given our mutual condition. Immortality does seem like infinite power to a mortal, and Twilight does not fully grasp the fact of her own undying nature.

That having been said, I wish to apologize. I know--me, apologizing. Believe it or not, I finally saw what so many others were shown--the error of my ways. I saw that I was hurting ponies, and that no matter what my reasoning was, the truth is that I did it because I wanted to hurt them. Perhaps I did not know until after my hive changed, but there is no excuse after that.

I also wish to tell you that I no longer intend Twilight any harm. My growling stomach is proof enough of that. I might as well be honest: I am afraid of how she will react if I tell her I am starving. She has been going mad, trying to find a source of Human magic. I, on the other hand, have already seen that there is none. If I tell her that I cannot feed on the humans, then she may well lose hope entirely.

With humbled step,
Queen Chrysalis