"Alright class!" Cheerilee said. "Is everypony here?"

"The crusaders aren't!" A chubby grey colt in the back said. "I think there coming here now."

As on cue, Applebloom, Sweetiebelle and Scootaloo all came in, wearing their suits. (Cleaned, of course.)

Cheerilee stood there, staring at the small fillies as they took their seats.

"Here ya go Mrs. Cheerilee," Applebloom took an apple out of her inventory and set it down on Cheerilee's desk with her suits kinesis. "Fresh picked from the top."

"Applebloom, you know how I feel about weapons. Especially around me." She said. "Could you put away the small... glowing thingy?"

"Ma'h Plasma cutter ain't a weapon. It's a mining tool. It's used to cut through small and weak rock along with thin metal beams and pipes. Ma'h line gun is a larger one and ma'h Pulse rifle I left at the farm. That's a weapon."

"O-Ok..." Cheerilee said. "Do you have your research papers on the religion you chose?" She smiled. "If so, who would like to go first?"

Three hooves went up immediately.

"Applebloom, Scootaloo, Sweetiebelle come and share what you did your paper on." She moved to the side, eying the apple warily, checking for bruises.

The crusaders went up to the front of the class, a small paper in Scootaloo's hoof.

"Our paper is on Unitology." She said.

There we're murmurs of confusion, Cheerilee looked the most puzzled.

"Girls, I thought I told the class to do a paper on a real, religion?" She asked.

"It is real." Applebloom said. "It was one back in Isaac's world. Didn't ya see when we were in the church?"

"Well, I suppose it should be alright, proceed."

Scootaloo cleared her throat and began again.

"Unitology was founded by a man named, Michael Altman. He was the one who found the black Marker, the object of worship among Unitologist’s. He had discovered it in the old Gulf of Mexico on the dying earth. He died a martyr, but in his questionable and unknown death, Unitology rose and became a quickly growing religion. The Unitologist’s say that the Marker shall bring glorious convergence and have us all become one, giving us eternal peace." She looked up from the paper. "And done."

Mrs. Cheerilee could only stare; her and the other students could only stare with their mouths hanging open.

Slowly, one student began to clap. And the rest followed. The whole class at one time was filled with cheers and whistles.

"That was very interesting, I'd say you three get an A+." Cheerilee said.

"Uh, thanks." Applebloom said. "It was a bit easy."

After the quick stamp on the paper, they all went to go sit back down. Sweetiebelle the only one who seemed slightly discomforted.

She got out of her seat and slipped off her suit. When her flank was clear, she stared limply at it.

"Sweetiebelle? Sweetiebelle?" Mrs. Cheerilee asked. "Is everything alright? Sweetiebelle?"

All the students had eyes on her, her head slowly turned, a gigantic smile on her face.

"I got my cutie mark!"

A colt drinking applejuice did a spit-take.

Her cutie mark was a white Marker in a black box; the outlines were blue on it. It looked like the Unitology symbol except for those few differences.

"That's great Sweetie!" Her friends cheered.

"What's it mean?" Cheerilee asked. "All I can think of is building underwater spires."

"It... I think it means I can make good Markers. One's that won't try and kill us all."

"Well," Cheerilee said brushing a hoof though her mane. "Back to math!"

There was a collective groan in the classroom.