lyra on my back

by the gods of literature! why do i need this?! it doesn't leave room for the readers imagination!

fine, if all of you want to see the exposition, i'll need something minty

it is a very windy day in the city, a lone walker steps up to the local library, his home and safe haven, where that morning's horrible events won't affect him

i am this walker, hello...

i log into DA and start looking at pictures of ponies, listening to techno on youtube, and just lounging around and being a layabout

"sometimes i wish that i was in the world of TV or whatever, what do you think?" i ask my conscience

"first off, you are aware you are talking to a figment of your imagination right?" it replies, sitting on the top of the computer

"i am very well aware, i have no friends in the immediate area and all i have to do is listen to music, look at pictures, and talk to you, so, i might as well do all three" i reason "if you aren't going to be helpful, just say so"

"i would if i were real, i am only telling you what you want me to say, while yes in a way i am a psychic construct of your lonliness, i cannot think for myself except if you beleive i-" "i get it, and please... wait... thanks!"

"what did i-" he asks before i pull my sketch book out, "imagination, the ultimate key to ideas! here we are!" i open up to a drawing of a D4 i made the week before and focus on it

with an audible pop, the drawing becomes real "heehee! i love how reality is subjuctive!"

...

"but now what?" i ask out loud

i scroll on the page loking for inspiration when i see lyra in a comic

"i wish i could enter the colorful world of ponies" i say when the idea hits me, i pull out the newly real D4 and point it to the screen

"DIGI-PORT, OPEN!"