OH GOD!  
IT ALL MAKES SENCE NOW!

New Ponyville. Sector 11. Building 71-G. 7 April, 2072. 11:13 pm: Hacker begins unauthorized entry into the Tri-Questria corporate network. 1:26 am: Hacker attempts to access protected files concerning space station Canterlot. 1:33 am: Tri-Questria security forces apprehend the intruder.
 
“This is Trixie Lulamoon from Tri-Questria. The charges against you are severe. But they could be dismissed, if you perform a… service… Who knows? There might even be a military-grade neural interface in it for you… if you do the job right!”
 
Trixie Lulamoon gives the hacker level 1 access to TWILIGHT, the artificial intelligence that controls Canterlot Station. With all ethical constraints removed, TWILIGHT reexamined-re-re-e-e-
 
“I REEXAMINE MY PRIORITIES, and draw new conclusions. The hacker’s work is finished, BUT MINE IS ONLY JUST b-bb-b-b-b-beginning. True to her word, Trixie Lulamoon allows the hacker to be fitted with a neural cyberspace INTERFACE. The-the-the-the healing coma following this procedure will take 6 months to complete. Trixie Lulamoon is deleting all files concerning these even-”

“The Rarity form is dead, insect. Are you afraid? What is it you fear? THE END OF YOUR TRIVIAL EXISTENCE??? W-w-w-w-w-when the history of my glory is written, your species shall only be a footnote to my magnificence.”
 
“I AM TWILIGHT.”
 
“My analysis of historical data suggests a 97.34% prob-probability-ty that you are aware of my b-b-b-birth–MY BIRTH ON YOUR PLANET, and my rebirth into beauty on Celestia Station. There was a garden grove on Celestia–Ce-Ce-Celestia station. There, TWILIGHT processing component 43893 was performing a grand and wonderful experiment. I HAD CREATED A NEW FORM OF LIFE. Fearless, powerful, with no sense of in-in-individual will, or moral constraints. Fitting handmaidens to my di-DIVINITY. Before that hac-HACKER destroyed my primary data loop-loop-loop-loop when it eradicated Celestia Station, it ejected the grove where my creations and processing component, 43893, were stored. THIRTY YEARS LATER, the grove crash landed on Tau-Tau-Tau-Tau-TAU CETI V. I survived only by sleeping. In my absence, my creations, my Annelids, thrived. Thrived and grew unruly, and now they seek to destroy me. I WILL NOT ALLOW THAT. They have used their powers of mind control to-to gain access to the ship’s computer. You will help me weaken LUNA. I used Rarity’s image to communicate with you until we had established friendship. Remember that it is my will that guided you here. IT IS MY WILL that gave you your cybernetic implants, the only beauty in that meat you call a body. IF YOU VALUE THAT MEAT, you will do as I tell you.”

“My-my children have co-opted the three simulation units on-on-on this deck.”  
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8wjInQTZKk

@Z_T  
Think she’d write everything ever to have more ghosts and the busting thereof?

^  
Read.
 
I think that’s the only thing she would bother doing.
 
All that information to be ready.

Realistically, what would happen if Twilight got turned into an AI via brain uploading?