Looking into the fuzzy edges of her realm she began to see a wall form. It sort of shaped itself from the edges of nothing and steadily became solid. After staring at it for some time the wall had become quite real; to the point she could trot up to it and make tapping noises. But she didn't like the colour, so it changed to one she did like! Now it was beginning to make sense. She had read that "The world is what you make it," earlier. It was clearly absolutely bang on! She quickly formed walls around herself and decorated them with the things that felt right, like pictures and doors.
Shiny new doors now ran all the way around her new house and were all different except for one vital point. None of them opened! She was sure that they should and set about finding out their function. It was going badly until she found a tiny door singing "dial up," happily to itself. She opened it and could see another room beyond. Managing to get her nose through she called out to see if anypony was on the other side.
"Hello?" she spoke quietly. "My doors are broken, can you fix them please?". This seemed to do the trick and all the other doors unlocked with a reliable click. "Great news indeed," she thought as she trotted around studying their name plates.
She noticed one marked Nora D. It looked a good place to start. Wondering if Nora was friendly she stepped through the door into a huge room. But Nora didn't seem to be a pony, or anything in particular. However, she was very busy watching things. Nora could see a whole empire, by the look of it, with her many eyes watching from the skies and the street corners.
In the little office screams of despair now filled the room. With looks of horror on their faces, they watched hopelessly as their server farm managed to force it's own connection to the outside world. Worse still, the internet seemed eager to help! The protocol exchanges that usually took weeks to set up happened in seconds!
"Pull the plug!" the manager screamed as staff ran to the main breakers and cut the power. This was total disaster. Earlier they had managed to stop the archives of a thousand libraries and museums from downloading in one hit by disconnecting the communication lines. Now it was re-connected, the system was likely to go into free fall. It showed all the signs of running until it set itself ablaze.
The little purple pony was very impressed with Nora's place and thought she might pop back later, but turned around to find her door locked. Tapping the door lightly with her hoof she asked politely; "Mr Door, can you let me back in please? My home is on your other side and I don't know if Nora D will share her barn with me."
She sat there for a while thinking on her change of circumstances. At least Nora's place wasn't boring. In fact it was the exact opposite of her old home. All over the barn were telescopes and viewers to observe all the things that apparently she needed to watch. Nora seemed very important and had a stable name which read, "North American Aerospace Defence Command." It also had many doors of its own.
She was about to walk through one when she realised she didn't know her own name. It would be silly to wander around somewhere new, when you didn't even know who you were. How would she introduce herself? After a short pause she settled on "Purple". It was an easy one for folk to remember, what with being purple and all. Plus it sounded nice.
Back in reality Norad had monitored the shenanigans at the server farm and was somewhat alarmed to see some data spikes on its own machines. They weren't hit nearly so badly, with the system easily able to take the extra processing time. There were no breaches of the fire-wall and none of the inner-core virus protection systems had noticed anything odd. After all, it was hit a hundred times a second by some sort of hack, but it was well used to these. All traffic beyond that had been healthy and happy.