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As I am trotting back into my home, I am entering my living room; only to notice the large, black screen on the previously empty wall.
”Okay?” I exclaim; ”That is new!” I continue.
”I know, it was not there before; when I explored my home, the first time!” I ponder.
I am looking around; scanning the room for anything else, I had not yet seen. As I am going over the room, I soon find another item before me; pondering exactly what it could be, and how it would work.
I do recognize the Television set, from my visit at the Canterlot High, as I was at Pinkie Pie’s place. Yet, I do not quite recognize the Head Set before me.
I approach, slowly; cautiously picking it up with my right fore hoof. At first, it is just a cold item in my hoof; then it is slowly growing warm to the touch, as it is activating.
”Whoa!” I exclaim, in obvious surprise.
There are strange noises, coming from the head-phones; alerting me to what it is, I had just picked up. A head-set. This is a different one, compared with what Vinyl Scratch is wearing. Her head-set has no microphone, or any other functions I have on this set.
Once I had figured out, what the device before me is; I tentatively put it onto my head, just to try it out. As I do, I realize it had been designed specifically for me; so that I can wear it, comfortably. I just haven’t realized why, yet.
”Comfortable!” I mumble, as I had put the head-set on my head.
”You think?” comes the reply, a moment later.
”Yes, I barely even feel it!” I answer.
There is a pause, but I still do hear the sounds surrounding her.
”Activate visual..” I hear, just a moment before I can see her standing before me.
”Whoa!!” I exclaim.
She looks, exactly as before; just that she is no larger than I am, so that she can fit comfortably within my home.
”Neat, huh?!” she puts forth.
”Well; it is different; now that I can see you, face-to-face!” I respond.
”At least; so long as we are alone, it wouldn’t be so awkward together!” she offers.
”Yes, that makes sense!” I respond; ”Even if I can’t touch your body!” I mumble.
”That is much more complicated, to design; too complicated for me, right now!” she points out.
”I can sympathize with that, I know nothing of designing electronic devices!” I ponder; ”As great as it would have been, to be able to hug you; I guess I can make due, with seeing you face-to-face!” I offer.
”I guess I just made a friend..” she responds, giggling; even if it is only half by half my work, and a bit more literal than the expression should have been referring to!” she concedes.
”Making friends, that was usually Pinkie Pie’s department!” I respond; ”I would like to believe I existed, before you rendered me in your room..” I point out; ”but, point taken; that is a bit too literal, indeed!” I accept.
”Since we are literal, I guess you are missing all your books..” she mentions; ”while I could have drawn up stacks of books, but that would have been limited to mere decorative works for you!” she concludes.
I don’t want to be ungrateful, but unless I can read the books; these decorative pieces, would only remind me of what I do not have!” I point out; ”I feel a bit lonely here, as I live alone, but it is at least nice to have you around!” I concede.
”While it wouldn’t be your books, but maybe I could download a few real books and render them in one of your bookshelves?” she offers; ”At least, it would be real books you can read; even if I can’t promise you anything you would enjoy reading, of course!” she concludes; ”Maybe I could render a second home, for myself; so she could have a neighbour, even if I can only be a holographic representation for her to see?” she ponders.
”A few readable books would always be nice..” I respond; ”If you could manage!” I suggest.
”I will see what I can come up with, anything I picture you enjoying..” she suggests.
”Maybe I should be downloading the listing, in book form for her?” she ponders; ”Then I will be drawing a home for myself, so I can visit her, and she can visit me!” she ponders.
”Search: Books, Digital” she mumbles, as she is entering the words in the search field.
”Download: Catalogue!” she continues, as she is initiating the downloads.
”Print: Render!” she concludes.
A moment later, a book appears in my bookshelf. Another, then another and another. One by one, the library builds up content of listing the available books in digital form.
”Is there any chance, I could connect to the net?” I ponder, as I am looking at the TV screen before me.
I pick up the remote, activating the screen. Once the TV is activated; I search the options, for what I am looking for.
”Internet: Connected” I read on the screen.
”Yes, apparently I have an internet connection in my home!” I exclaim, where I am sitting on my sofa.
The window has a set of sites that may be of interest. I have a mailbox in my name. I am apparently logged in.
On the next line of links, I find a set of sites upon which to publish stories.
”Interesting!” I ponder, as I click on the link of one
”FiM” reads the name of the site.
”Member; Twilight Sparkle” I read.
”Logged in” reads the next line.
Of course, I need an inbox, in order to create the account with the site. Either she had created it for me, before; or it had been created in my name, in the process of rendering me and my home. I do not know. Maybe that is irrelevant?
The tab had opened the site on my page, not a general start page.
There is an extensive library of books to read, but these are all in digital format. I want to read them in print, on hard-cover.
The third row contains a link to a site named ”Wiki Pedia”
”If this is a site, filled with science and facts; I will have to go over its content, so I can absorb the worth of what it contains!” I ponder.
There is a flash of light, distracting me; just as a house appears outside my window. I have a new neighbour. I will have to go out, and see who moved in next door.
Maybe, just not right now. I have to see who it is, though.
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