Dear Twilight,

Do you know how much I hate those politicians? They're the most sorry excuses for ponies I've ever had the displeasure to meet. If there was a degree for being an incompetent, annoying, sadistic, arrogant, heartless bastard, they'd have graduated with highest honors a long time ago. Even the best coffee can't seem to dispell my current migraine.

I know that you have tried your best to be both faithful and my student, but you need to calm down. Those things aren't necessarily mutually inclusive, and having me call you both at once gets tiring. Basically, I'm tired of having to call you 'My Faithful Student' every time I greet you. Seriously, what's up with that?

Of course this isn't the main reason that I'd bother to send you a letter when you're a big enough girl to take care of yourself. As you can probably tell by the new object sitting outside your front door, I have another magical artifact for you to study. The interior is quite...interesting.

I need you to study this new artifact and, hopefully, figure out a way to derive its properties for our own uses. Normally I'd only give you a couple afternoons to do this, but seeing as to the level of severity to this matter, I shall instead give you a full week to do so. I expect at least fifty thousand words by next Friday at noon.

Your annoyed mentor,

Princess Celestia

"Well that blows," Twilight muttered. She took a moment to stretch before getting to her hooves. There was no time quite like the present and waiting would only make her fate worse.

"Hey Spike, I need you for your assistantly powers!"

"Coming, Master!" the young drake said before rushing over.

"How many times do I have to say it, Spike? I'm not a 'Master', I'm a 'Mistress' to you."

"Oh, right! Sorry, Mistress."

"Much better," Twilight said, happy to have resolved that issue. If even her own minion couldn't take her seriously enough to get her titles right, how could she expect anypony else to? "Now onto the matter of this artifact."

On the other side of the room stood a large, blue box. It had the word 'Telephone' inscribed across the top and reminded Twilight a little bit of those telegraph boxes that were interspersed throughout places like Manehatten and Hoofington.

"So this is what we're going to be studying?" Twilight asked skeptically. "I don't really see what's so impressive about an unassuming box like this. It's just a booth, isn't it?"

"Um, Twilight?"

"Ahem!" Twilight fumed.

"Sorry, I mean Mistress?"

"Yes, my faithful minion of servitude. What is it?"

"What if it's enchanted?"

"Don't be proposterous! A young drake like you couldn't possibly know something like-Wait! I have an idea!" Twilight exclaimed. "What if it's enchanted?"

"Didn't I just say-"

"There isn't time, Spike!" the purple pony princess stated as she trotted over to the mysterious artifact, carefully placing a hoof on its door. With a little trepidation, the mare opened the police box. She gasped at what she saw.

"Spike, come look at this!"

"What is it, Twilight?" the young dragon replied, hurrying over to take a look inside. The massive machinery that glared back at him left him utterly gobsmacked.

From wall to wall, rivets made of some kind of steel alloy held the cavernous ceiling above a wide and spacious interior. Dials and nobs were nestled sporadically around the room, giving the entire place a 'cyberpunk' feel. Neither of the Equestrians had seen anything remotely similar to this before.

"This is remarkable, Spike!" Twilight exclaimed, quickly rushing in before said dragon could stop her. She took a quick glance around before noticing that there were even more rooms to be explored. "It's simply amazing! Do you have my pen and paper, Spike?"

"N-no, I left it in the room..." he trailed off. They were surrounded by the kinds of technology one could only expect to find in a science fiction novel. "H-how is it bigger on the inside, Twilight?"

"It's Mistress to you, remember? And I'd assume it's a dimensional stasis spell, perhaps even its own pocked dimension, though I don't feel any magical residue."

"That's ridiculous, Twilight. Nopony believes in something as absurd as magic through technology. If that were the case, what use would unicorns be?"

"Ahem!"

"Sorry, Mistress. This place has made me forget my place."

"Much better. Now could you go and retrieve the pad and pen I mentioned?"

"Sure, Mistress," Spike responded before leaving the police box, albeit reluctantly. It took a few minutes of rummaging through their supplies, but it didn't take long to find what he was looking for. "Mistress, I have returned."

Twilight looked up from the control panel, gratefully taking the requested items from her assistant. "Thanks, Spike."

"No problem, Mistress."

She started to push yet another one of the buttons before the loud hissing sound of air being depressurized echoed around the empty police box. A moment passed before a panel opened in the wall, revealing a large sarcophagus. A certain brown stallion was sealed in it, clearly resting.

"Huh..." Twilight mused. "So that's where the Doctor sleeps."

Dear Princess Celestia,

It looks to me like there's nothing of any real danger in this box. While the fact that it can hold up a pocket dimension of its own without the use of detectable magic is indeed frightening, I could find nothing even remotely resembling weaponry aboard this craft.

There is another matter to this entirely. Do you know who or what made this device? How did you get ahold of something like this? Why isn't this all over the media and if not, how'd you keep the news of its arrival contained? This information would be truly helpful in discovering how to replicate its technology. I've made good progress on this device so far, and have also written a six thousand word thesis on it already.

Your Faithful Student Researcher,

Twilight Sparkle