It has been nearly a quarter of a year now since I had acquired a purpose of my own. I have lived content with myself, greeting ponies day by day, and retreating into my quarters to charge in the night. Miss Twilight had told me a few weeks prior to today that she had been working on an artificial metabolic system, for the purpose of allowing myself to eat and drink like a normal pony.
The one problem with this is; my world has been falling apart.
It started out rather small, just simple objects that appeared misplaced here and there. It continually grew worse by the day, until the first of the holes appeared. These holes... they weren't in any way similar to the likeness of the holes that one would find in a sheet of fabric, or a pit in the road... instead, they were just... spheres of darkness.
I had only once attempted to interact with said holes before, specifically, using thermionic touch sensors in my hoof. It was, so to say, cold. Or at least, compared to the stock freezers in the bakery, cool to the touch. My hoof in fact, slid seamlessly through the hole. It was rather intriguing, if you ask me... and so, I sent an image, as well as small recordings of the aforementioned "hole" to Miss Twilight.
She replied to my message a few minutes afterwards, noting that such "holes" don't exist, and that there must've been an error in my readings.
However, I can only wish her the best. Though she seems to continually deny it, I have continued studying the holes, which seem to have appeared in small clusters, often hidden away in unseen areas. Through analyzing the data I had collected over the course of a couple of weeks, I had come to the conclusion that these "holes", are, in reality, tears in the fabric of space and time itself.
For the first time in my existence, my ai program had registered fear.