Tidbits of my Brain

"Hello, thank you for coming, we will begin shortly."

The crowd of reporters sat and were quiet for the time, though there was an air of tense anticipation filling the hastily prepared warehouse. A few of the reporters fidgeted, checked their cameras and mics, touched up their hair and or makeup, or took practice poses in front of their cameras. Even fewer looked around at their surroundings. Not that there was much to see, except black walls, floor and, ceiling. All in all it gave the reporters an illusory sense of depth in all directions, even though the warehouse was rather small. The only things to break the mold of black on black on black were the reporters themselves, and the reason they had gathered in this tiny, yet huge, warehouse.

"Hello! And welcome to my humble little display. Now, I know you’re growing impatient, beginning to wonder if this was all a joke. But fear not! It is time to begin the show!"

The speaker, dressed in simple clothes, stepped back. Where before the reporters had only seen infinite blackness now stood an odd, clear, bubble like structure, with metal braces and a machine attached to one side.

"Looks a fair but like an egg! Is this what we've come to witness? A fancy mechanical egg?" cried one reporter, sporting a thick accent.

No reply came forth from the blackness that had seemed to swallow the simply clothed speaker whole. Instead, a humming noise could be heard, and an odd glow seemed to come from the egg-like machine. With quiet breaths held the reporters watched as the glow dimmed, yet seemed to expand. When it had reached the edge of the bubble "egg", the clear material dissolved, and the glow halted its expansion. For a full minute the reporters sat staring, waiting. And as a certain thick accented reporter' patience began to fade yet again, an unholy SNAP was let loose, more felt than heard.

As the reporters began to scramble back, they witnessed a sight more beautiful than earth from space. Instead of an egg filled with a dim glow, what stood before them now was an open hole in the fabric of space, contained by a machine. Not that any of them knew that, but that knowledge wasn't needed to understand what was before them. For through the hole they saw life. Not human life, though it seemed terrestrial to some degree. No, what stood staring back, with an expression oddly like surprise, stood a pony. But not a normal pony, no, this pony had eyes that filled its face, a shortened muzzle, and a mane that almost seemed like human hair. For the briefest of moments it stood there, not quite sure how to react.