It has been two years since you last saw that pink pony. You don't know whether or not she died, as she wasn't in any records. Maybe she died in the wilderness, or maybe she was executed secretly. You didn't know. However, you did know it was time to go to the Feeding Tower. It had a shard of the Crystal Heart that the changelings found in a part of Equestria, and created artificial love, which was fed to changelings. You preferred feeding off of real love to this machine, but it was the only way to live now. Luckily, it worked, and that was what mattered. You noted to give knighthood to the geniuses who made this, as no one else had acknowledged them before.
"M'lord, it is feeding time," said a maid who walked into your office.
"I know," you replied. "I'll be at the tower in a minute," you added. The maid nodded, then walked out and quietly shut the door when she exited. You had an idea; maybe that pony was alive, and you could find her, and get even more rich from finding the last pony left! You nearly salivated at the idea, but then you decided to do that later.
"Typical me," you thought, "Procrastinating. Tut tut tut."
The Feeding Tower was a place you were often reluctant to go to. So many lower class changelings, some not even in standard form! You disliked the place, but you could manage to live through it. So you did, everyday.
"It's not too bad, I suppose," you thought. When you got back to your office, you ordered that a couple of changelings be brought to you so you could tell them that they did something wrong or really great throughout the day, or looked out your large, ovular window, watching changelings walk along the sidewalks of Shapeford.
However, the very last being to walk through your doors that day made you experience surprise that could last an eternity.