She felt odd and strangely fuzzy. Her ears twitched as she listened to a dull buzzing in the background. Half asleep and turning her ears this way and that, she tried to find the source, but it seemed to be everywhere. What appeared even more strange was that she couldn't actually remember going to sleep. After floating there lazily in a dream like state for half an hour or so she felt tired and went back to her slumbers.
In a backwater town in the middle of nowhere, in a small office there was mad panic. The entire underground server farm had just gone down. For a few milliseconds the whole internet appeared to crash, but had miraculously bounced back to health. It was like a virus had suddenly exploded into their processors and then, in a flash, just died! Except it hadn't caused any damage. There were no ill effects, no data loss, no fingerprints from known hackers, no anything? The whole farm had hit one hundred percent for a minuscule amount of time and then settled down happily, as though startled by a loud noise! Phone calls started soon after demanding explanations, but the error software showed that no unusual activity had occurred. As far as it could see the system was just busy with a high priority task.
As the video meetings raged on, accusations ranged from terrorists, to somebody accidentally pulling a power breaker. Then came a shout that it was happening again. This time it wasn't a few milliseconds. This time the system was running flat out on the raggedy edge for five minutes, with cooling fans twirling the air like angry bees. Then it seemed to settle down to a point where it wasn't about to melt. Everyone wondered why. Luckily for the tiny new born inside, they had decided to leave it all running. But they did pull the link to the internet.
After a day of getting to know her new home she felt tired and had a bit of a headache. Shutting her eyes helped, but she thought that; "thinking too hard," was the problem. She settled down with some books, excited that her new home seemed to have a limitless supply. Just as the headache really started to get quite twingey, the pile of unread books disappeared.
"Oh," she thought, "That was very rude of them!" She looked down sadly at her purple legs and hooves, and then, stared at them intently. "Did I have purple legs and hooves because I had always had them, or because I expected to have them?"
After studying her own form for a bit she decided she was mostly purple all over, save for some streaks of colour in her mane. Even more curious was her memory of her home. She was fairly sure she lived in a house of some sort, but there was nothing around her at all! There did seem to be limits on how far she could go, but no tangible edges. It was a bit like existing in an inside out cloud, made entirely of contentment.
After a while she wondered if there was anypony else in existence. She thought there must be, as who else had written all those books? Maybe it was they who had taken them away. Then something caught her eye in the distance.