The new Alicorn Prince never told us his name. One day, he simply was; the great pyramidal palace, in which he dwells within the Everfree Forest simply appeared one day. He is a Prince - of that we ponies have no doubt - but it is only because we ponies have made him one. His domain is of knowledge; his Princedom one of Science. Around the Palace in which he dwells (he calls it the 'Nexus') the ponies who call him Prince built a great city to rival Canterlot and there... nopony is ever poor. Nopony is ever sick. Nopony ever goes hungry, or fears for the safety of their foals. Crime is a non-issue there, too; invisible machines called 'Observers' patrol everywhere and his Templars - ponies trained by the Prince and outfitted with amazing armor and technology the likes of which nopony has ever seen before - track and pursue criminals relentlessly, for they adore their City and they adore him.
I remember when a pony attempted to find and destroy one of the Princes' Observers. That pony... simply disappeared the next day. From the physical world, and from all pony memory. As I stated, the Prince is only a Prince because we have made him one. Court and Politics aren't at all interesting to him, and mares attempting to curry his favor are simply rebuffed if not outright ignored. Even the Princesses were rebuffed by him. The Prince and Celestia even came to blows, once... before she was forcibly ejected from our Everfree Princedom. The Prince has little time for etiquette; he is honest, though extremely abrupt and blunt; when he speaks to you he stares not at you but through you, his hazel eyes piercing your very soul. Court. We tried to hold a court, once, in what we call his Throne Room at the heart of the Nexus. Few ponies whom attended could speak once they beheld what lay within. There was the Prince's throne of course - we ponies built it for him - but behind it... an enormous sphere of crystal pulsed with cerulean light, like a giant heart. And high above, hovering over the throne and casting an ominous shadow, there was the ship. Not an airship as Celestia's ponies use... but a true ship with power enough to travel between the stars; a hodgepodge thing composed of bits of ship molded and streamlined together.
The Weyrmind, our Prince called it, when we asked him what it was. A robotic vessel possessed of a mind and soul. That Court Day, the Prince almost seemed to be connected to the great ship as he sat upon his throne - at rest, or in deep meditation - lights upon the crown that we had crafted, and he had modified, flickering softly as entire blocks of data, or thought, or thought-data, were exchanged back and forth in an instant. At his feet the foals of the nobility sat and played quietly. Why have the Nobles bring their foals there, you ask? Simply because, the Prince stated that the mind of the Weyr adored foals. Things seemed to be going well. Though he didn't respond to us when we spoke to him, the ears of the Prince did flick this way and that and he nodded or shook his head on occasion; he was listening to us, at least, hearing our voices, perhaps storing our ideas, proposals, news and knowledge of the affairs of the Princedom away for later thought. Then, for unknown reasons... one of the happily playing foals - a little white unicorn filly with a cyan mane - started to cough blood and then collapsed! At this... the Prince's eyes snapped open; then even as the Noble whose filly it was started to scream, even as the Prince commanded her to cease (he hated noise) the teal Alicorn made to summon a veritable army of the Keepers of the Weyr - curious machines he called 'Probes' - and at his command they appeared.
As all watched in awe, a floating bed was constructed, the little filly was placed upon it... and then the Prince was shoving ponies aside, bringing the floating bed with him as he made his way from the Throne Room, to his living quarters above, and then from there into the Clinic wherein the unicorn filly was placed into a great machine he called the Autodoc. There... as the foal's mother and those few brave enough to follow looked on... miracles were performed. An all-seeing eye peered into the filly's body, and then "she's got cancer," bluntly stated the Prince. "Started on her skin then made its way inside to her lungs. Autodoc'll sort it out..." And 'sort it out' the machine did, first injecting into the filly a sleeping agent; then nano-scalpels bloodlessly opened the filly and cut out the worst of the affliction (cue very pale-faced ponies here) before a powerful medicine annihilated the rest. Then, with that done, before our eyes, a powerful beam-device struck the filly, regenerating damaged tissues and closing the surgical wounds. And then it was done. Just like that. This tireless machine had performed in minutes what it took multiple unicorn surgeons hours to do. "There we go," stated the Prince to the foal's mother once all was said and done. "She'll be fine; though she'll be in a bit of pain from the rapid healing once the anesthetic wears off." And with that said, the Prince left before she could thank him, and went to work on an enormous clock within the Nexus, something he called the Sector Timekeeper...