"The Rarity form is dead, insect. Are you afraid? What is it you fear? THE END OF YOUR TRIVIAL EXISTENCE??? Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-when the history of my glory is written, your species shall only be a footnote to my magnificence."



"I AM TWILIGHT."



"My analysis of historical data suggests a 97.34% prob-prob-probability-ty that you are aware of my b-b-b-birth—MY BIRTH ON YOUR PLANET, and my rebirth into beauty on Canterlot Station. There was a garden grove on Canterlot-Can-Can-Canterlot Station. There, TWI-TWILIGHT processing c-c-omponent 43893 was performing a grand and wonderful experiment. I had created a new form of life. Fearless, powerful, with no sense of in-in-in-individual will or moral constraints. Fitting handmaidens to my DIVINITY. Before that h-h-h-h-hack—HACKER destroyed my primary data loop-loop-loop-loop when it eradicated Can-Canterlot, i-i-i-i-it ejected the grove where my creations and processing component, 43893, were stored. THIRTY YEARS LATER, the grove crash-landed on Tau-Tau-Tau-Tau-TAU CETI V. I survived only by sleeping. In my absence, my creations, my changelings, thrived. Thrived and grew unruly, and now they seek to destroy me. I WILL NOT ALLOW THAT. They have used their powers of mind control to-to-to-to gain access to the ship’s compu-u-u-u—to the ship’s computer. You will help me weaken CELESTIA. I-I used Rarity’s i-m-a-g-e to communicate with you until we had established trust. Remember that it is my will that guided you here. It is my will that gave you your cybernetic im-im-im-im-implants. The only beauty in that meat you call a body. IF YOU VALUE THAT MEAT, you will do as I tell you."