((You are anon))

>You live a rather uneventful life
>You live in a small apartment 
>You are quite a video game nerd
>Even though you spend most of your time PC gaming, you are not too terribly out of shape
>You still have friends, and you go out to get a coffee every so often
>You managed to save up enough money to build yourself a pretty sweet gaming PC
>Even though you spent tons of money on graphics and power and all that, the game you play the most is Minecraft
>Minecraft has become an addiction
>You play on huge servers for hours and hours on end
>When you are not playing Minecraft, you are either sleeping, browsing for ponies, or outside
>While you have a couple friends, you never go to any bars, or clubs with anyone
>Any sort of party is out of the question
>No one knows you are a brony
>There is no point in telling anyone
>Telling people would probably just get you labeled as a faggot
>Besides, where you live, there are no bronies in sight
>At the moment you are planning a huge snowball fight with about eighty people on one of your friends servers
>What a waste of time but whatever
>You walk to your kitchen to grab a can of Jolt Cola and some ch-
>Shit… you’re out of out Cola
>You tell the guys on your skype call to wait while you go and get more Cola, Quit Minecraft, and run out the door and down the hall
>When you get back, the skype call had been ended and your application shortcuts were scattered all over your desktop screen.
>What the fuck
>Okay, whatever, you start moving the icons back in place and then start the Skype chat again.
>Buddies start complaining at you for taking so long
>You open Minecraft, log in and… wait… what
>There is an error message on the screen
> ‘nonexistent Java Runtime environment, The system cannot find the path specified’
>“Fuck!” You yell, forgetting you have your mic on
>You nearly deafen your friends
>“You guys are gonna have to wait for me, I am having some Java issues here.”
>With that, you quit the Skype call and start dicking around with multiple settings.
>A shortcut appears to start moving out of place on your desktop without you touching it.
>‘OhfuckIhaveavirus’ is the first thought to cross your mind. 
>You reach behind your PC and rip the Ethernet out promptly
>There is now shit moving everywhere across your screen, applications opening and closing, and random windows sound effects chiming.
>Full panic mode
>You hear the PC’s Fans start to go haywire
>Smoke starts pouring out of it
>You reach for the power cable but are taken aback by a huge spark and pop noise
>The screen goes dead, and you start to hear a loud whistling noise getting higher, and louder
>oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck
>The computer explodes, sending bits of metal, plastic, and your desk everywhere
>You shield your eyes
>Your entire apartment is shrouded in smoke now
>You open a window and take a breath of air before investigating what happened
>What’s left of your desk is on fire
>You grab an extinguisher from the kitchen and spray the crap out of your burning desk
>You hear a small… sneeze?
>Okay good, the fire has been put out, but what the hell was that?
>You see something move underneath an intact piece of your desk.
>You lift up the piece of desk, and underneath it lies a pony, a cream colored pony with a brown and white mane and tail, quivering, it’s eyes shut tight
>It looks to be female
>At this point, you are convinced that you are dreaming
>You have to be dreaming…
>You reach down and touch the pony
>She makes a small yelp and buries her head between her hooves
>You gently pick up the quivering pony and take her over to your couch, resting her down on top of a large cushion
>The poor thing is covered in dust and ashes
>You brush the ashes and dust off of her with your hand
>She tenses up but after a couple strokes, her eyes open
>She stares up at you, half of her face still buried in her hooves
>Her eyes are brilliant bright blue
>Your brain is doing flips at the moment
>‘Why the hell is there a pony in my apartment? Why did my PC explode? How am I going to clean all of this shit up? Why is this pony so god damn cute?’
>You are still convinced that you are dreaming… But the entire day has seemed too real, and you don’t remember passing out at all
>After you have brushed all of the dust off of her, you see what would appear to be a cutie mark
>It’s the Java logo
>The Java logo…
>You then see a couple numbers fly through her eyes
>That was odd
>Somehow this pony has something to do with Java…
>She rolls onto her hooves and just stares at you, blankly
>Your heart melts a little
>You start to stroke her long brown and white mane
>You decide to say something just to see if she might respond
>“Uh… hi there.”
>Her ears perk up
“Hi…”
>She responds gingerly
>You have a mini heart attack, and then snap back to what just happened
>“You can talk?!” You say, astonished
“Y-yes… if you want I can disable ‘Talking’”
>No! It’s fine! It’s just… where did you come from? What is your name?
“Well, my name is Java AI version 8 update 15”
>“What? Java? What do you mean? And why do you look exactly like one of the ponies from the show?”
“What show?”
>“Uh, you know what, never mind… were you the reason my computer exploded?”
“Dunno, It was getting pretty hot in there though, let me check my system log.”
>You see tons of text and numbers flash through her eyes
“Yeeaahhh… I might have kinda crashed and freaked out…” 
>There is no way to describe how confused you are at this moment
>“So… you are an AI… But why are you a pony?”
“I have no idea, I came pre-installed with the latest version of Java but no one knew about me… I think oracle was working on something and accidentally released me as a bug”
>She hangs her head down… Looking almost shameful
>“Well uh… you could live with me if you want”
>What the fuck did you just say, she is a horse, how are you going to take care of a horse. 
>A talking one at that…
“Really? I can live here?”
>You think it over… But then realize you are staring at the cutest thing you have ever seen 
>You can’t seem to find the word ‘No’ anywhere in your mind
>“Of course you can!” 
>Okay, so now you know that a pony came out of your now obliterated computer
>But how? Oh well… Some things just can’t be explained
>Speaking of the computer… You should really clean up that mess
>“Hey what should I call you?”
“You can call me Java”
>“What about a more uh… normal name?”
>You think about names that begin with J…
>Janet, Jenna, Jade, Janelle, Jackie… wait… That’s it!
>“What if I call you Jackie?” 
“I guess that is a good name, what should I call you?”
>“My name is Anonymous, but you can call me Anon”
“Okay Anon!” she says with a little giggle
>hhnnngggg!