And In The

by RunicTreetops

(no subject)

Dear recipient,

If you are reading this, it means my work has been successful.

An electronic mail system is now within Equestria’s grasp.

Of course, you’re probably not reading this.

It’s much too late for this technology to be of any use.

There’s no one left to use it.

Why do I toil?

These walls kept me safe.

They also keep me in.

Why do I care?

There’s nothing out there anyway.

But something pushes me forward.

Why do I innovate?

My work is no longer work.

What use is technology that nopony can use?

It is no longer technology.

These hooves once made machines.

These hooves once made innovation.

These hooves once made ponies happy.

Now, these hooves make art.