That within the thinking planet which could 'see' gazed up at its favorite visitor, who hadn't been able to come by for a very long time. They'd been catching up for hours.

"IT IS SO RARE," the greenery along the temperate zone rearranged itself to read, "TO SPEAK WITH SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTANDS. WHO KNOWS WHAT IT'S LIKE. AND, OF COURSE, CAN VISIT WITHOUT BEING TORN APART BY MY GRAVITY."

The glowing orbiter seemed to smile at the concluding joke. And then it hesitated.

"I Have To Get Back," it sent out in pulses of heat. "She's About To Raise Me Again."

"CAN'T IT WAIT?"

"She Always Says They'll All Die..."

A planet sighed, which was mostly expressed as some minor volanic fume venting.

"WELL," it said, "HAVE A GOOD TRIP."

Equestria's Sun streaked away, leaving a lonely sphere of rock and thoughts to contemplate the universe's built-in unfairness.

EVEN THAT FORM OF SLAVERY, it decided, IS STILL UNJUSTIFIED.

It should do something about that.