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                  Chapter Four: Your
                   Little Pony 
                   
                 Dear Stephen: 
                 Listen, I 
                 am so, so sorry for the last letter. I didn't mean to lay it on so 
                 thick, and I didn't even know I was doing it. I worry about you, out 
                 there, and I just miss my old best friend, that's all. 
                 If you 
                 feel the Human Liberation Front has something important to say, then 
                 I fully support you going to their meetings. We've been friends for 
                 years, and I trust your wisdom and compassion. I won't try to sway 
                 you one way or the other any more. I'll stick to writing about my own 
                 life. I am really sorry I made you so angry. 
                 Months 
                 ago, before my Conversion, you and I were wondering about where the 
                 heck something like Equestria came from. I have some theories about 
                 that, based on what I have seen so far. 
                 During the 
                 past two weeks -I'm sorry I did not write sooner, but I was kind of 
                 unsure how to respond to you- I've spent some time really looking at 
                 the world I am in. I started thinking about the fact that they have 
                 dandelions here, pretty much just like earth does. Dandelions are one 
                 flower I know, because they somehow have survived the ecodisaster, 
                 even in the Hazardous Exclusion Zones, even in the nanodumps and the 
                 Sludgelands. 'The last flower', some call them, and for most of 
                 humans, dandelions are the only flower they ever see anymore. 
                 Certainly they were the only real, alive flower I ever saw, back 
                 when. Remember how I used to stop whenever I would find one, and make 
                 you wait? Sorry for that. I guess I just found them amazing. 
                 Now I find 
                 them delicious, but that is another story. 
                 The issue 
                 here is that they are the same in Equestria. A little bigger, a 
                 little brighter, for all I know a little tastier, but as far as I can 
                 tell, they are the same flower. I would have no way to tell with 
                 things like trees, or grass, or other things like that - who ever 
                 sees those anymore out there? But dandelions, those I know. 
                 We've 
                 already discussed how the constellations in the sky, as far as I know 
                 them, seem the same, more or less. Mostly. I've seen them change a 
                 few times now. Maybe they are some kind of projection, or maybe our 
                 sovereign Luna really does somehow control the night of this realm. I 
                 don't know such things. But mostly, except for when they change, they 
                 are the constellations I remember. 
                 I am 
                 starting to think the connection between Equestria and earth is 
                 somehow fundamental. There are too many things here that are too 
                 similar to things from earth's past. I think that at some point, long 
                 ago, Equestria and earth were in contact somehow, and that the 
                 emergence of Equestria is not a singular event. Or maybe the 
                 connection was more subtle. 
                 I've 
                 described my impression of Celestia - that she seemed like something 
                 both more, and other than a pony. Like she was some kind of sci-fi 
                 energy being just pretending to be a pony. I think I wasn't on 
                 exactly the right track. I think she and Luna are fairies. 
                 Now don't 
                 get all huffy. Think about it with me here - throughout history, 
                 there have been endless stories of Alfheim, Fairylands, Faery Queens, 
                 and roving fairy bands. 'Thomas the Rhymer' comes to mind. The 
                 Eurussian Zone had a long history of such stories. So did lost Japan, 
                 before it became uninhabitable. The Panasians, even the Northamerican 
                 Alliance has stories like that. 
                 What if 
                 there was some truth to them? What if there has always been a 
                 subworld to the earth, a related but thinly connected realm where 
                 beings of thought and will and - magic- existed. Maybe that is where 
                 all the stories of fairylands and fairy queens came from. Maybe such 
                 a realm, ruled by immortals, has taken many forms. Maybe a land of 
                 intelligent ponies is the latest experiment, or fashion. Or maybe 
                 this is just one such realm among many. Or, as I am beginning to 
                 think, this is the last fairy realm left. 
                 Maybe the 
                 others died out, or separated too far from Earth to ever make contact 
                 again. Maybe Celestia and Luna are the last of their kind, the last 
                 immortal fairies of history, and this is their private cosmos, their 
                 magical land. And maybe the reason they have returned to salvage the 
                 earth, as I see the point of the emergence of Equestria, is because 
                 they feel they owe humanity something. Or if not humanity, the world, 
                 Nature, the rest of the living things of earth. 
                 Now it's 
                 just a theory, and I don't have a lot to back it up, but something 
                 did make me think of it. I'll tell you about it, maybe you can tell 
                 me what you think. You were always better with the cosmic stuff than 
                 I was. 
                 I was 
                 helping Perspicuity sort out her basement. Before you give me the 
                 usual, it isn't like that. I'm not being a sucker for a pretty flank 
                 here. Things are getting serious for me with Perspecuity. I really 
                 care about her, and I think she may just feel the same about me. I 
                 hope, anyway. 
                 She lives 
                 in her telescope shop, upstairs. But downstairs, underground, she has 
                 quite the basement. The place is filled with stuff, things I never 
                 expected I would see in Equestria. An old-fashioned record player, 
                 the kind they had back in the - I don't know for sure, but, maybe the 
                 1920's or so? It had a crank on it. I couldn't believe it. It looked 
                 for all the world like something from the human world. And maybe it was. 
                 We were 
                 trying to find a box filled with gemstones. Like I said, the economy 
                 is kind of unfathomable to me, at least right now, and apparently 
                 precious jewels are fairly common. Still, they aren't on every 
                 corner, and she needed more to finish a telescope she was building 
                 for somepony in Hoofington. She reckoned that she had a spare box of 
                 gems somewhere down there, so we spent the day going through her basement. 
                 In a 
                 corner, I found a set of shelves. They looked like they had been 
                 carved out of a single, huge slab of wood. They grow some incredibly 
                 big trees here, or so I have been told. On the shelves were boxes and 
                 knick-knacks and not a few books. One fell off the shelf when I was 
                 poking the boxes with a hoof, looking for gems. 
                 The book 
                 was in English. Maybe. Sort of. Old English, I think. Really, really 
                 old. The only time I have ever seen writing like that was in holos 
                 from museums back from my college days. The book looked hand-made and 
                 hand-bound, and I mean to use those words rather than hoof-made or 
                 hoof-bound. It looked like a human world book, and it wasn't written 
                 in the Equestrian Script I am desperately trying to learn. 
                 I asked 
                 Perspicuity about the book, and she hadn't a clue. It had just been 
                 in her family, she figured, for generations. Likely before Luna's 
                 banishment to the moon - don't ask, I'm not sure I understand any 
                 Equestrian history yet. I don't know what to take as real or fiction 
                 or what. For them, it's all real history, like the Great Economic 
                 Collapse, or the first Nanoplague. The basic thing I got from her is 
                 that the book was over a thousand years old. 
                 It looked 
                 pretty good for being that ancient. Things don't seem to fall apart 
                 here the way they do on earth. I think entropy is different in 
                 Equestria, somehow. So the book was in pretty good shape. 
                 I tried to 
                 look at what it was about, but I just can't read that Old English 
                 script stuff, if that even is was it was at all. I mean, I'm no 
                 expert, and maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it was just some ancient 
                 Equestrian script from a by-gone age. But it looked familiar to me, 
                 it really did. 
                 I asked 
                 Perspecuity what she thought was the reason that Equestria was 
                 letting all of us newfoals in. She told me that Celestia had 
                 announced, some time ago, that Earth had been detected again, and 
                 that the creatures there needed the help of the Equestrians to 
                 survive. I thought about that a lot. Not detected, but detected 
                 again. That kind of supports my theory, don't you think? 
                 What if 
                 there has always been hidden worlds affecting human culture and 
                 mythology - gods, demons, stories of monsters, and legends of strange 
                 and beautiful fairylands - and there is some ancient bond between us? 
                 Maybe this is all just so much foolishness. I don't know anything, 
                 I'm just a simple, working pony. But I thought I would tell you, 
                 because I thought you might find it curious. I mean, there are a lot 
                 of things here that look way too close to something derived from the 
                 human world. It makes me think. 
                 Maybe it 
                 is just that Form Follows Function. A book or a pitcher is the same 
                 anywhere in the universe -or other universes- because the job they do 
                 defines what they have to look like. A table is a table because 
                 table-ness is a matter of practical need. That could explain 
                 everything right there. A barn is a barn is a barn, because that is 
                 what works. 
                 Well, 
                 enough of all that heady, mane-shaking stuff.  
                 Let me 
                 tell you about my son, Rocket.  
                 Naw, he's 
                 not my son, but I just about feel like I somehow ended up adopting 
                 him. He really needs a father-figure, he never really had one I 
                 guess, and he's latched onto me like a Vanderwaals clamp onto 
                 plastcrete. He's changed a lot over the last month, I have to say, 
                 and he is no longer the whiny little colt he used to be. Pretty much 
                 now, if I say jump, he's in the air before the word leaves my mouth. 
                 He really wants to matter to someone, and that someone seems to be me. 
                 It's not 
                 so bad. In fact, I guess I kind of like a little hero-worship, which 
                 is what this kind of feels like. I don't know what I did to deserve 
                 him thinking so much of me, all I did was have a talk with him after 
                 the telescope incident, and listen to him a bit. Maybe that was 
                 enough, I don't know. But he isn't a bad colt. 
                 Right now, 
                 in pony school, we are pretty much near the end of class. We still do 
                 drills on Equestrian script and basic words and phrases and such, and 
                 we aren't done entirely with the basics of tool use, and, like I 
                 said, I don't know what to make of Equestrian history. It's clear 
                 though that things are winding down, because we've been having visits 
                 from job counselors, trying to help us find our place in society. 
                 I want to 
                 find something I can do in Greater Fetlock. I want to be close to 
                 Perspicuity, that much I know for sure. She's been hinting that she 
                 could use a strong stallion around the shop, but I don't know how I 
                 feel about that. I'd rather have a job of my own. I don't exactly 
                 feel comfortable with that situation, considering my feelings about 
                 her. So, I've been a little concerned about what to do. 
                 That 
                 darned colt ended up causing a mess again, but the mess found me what 
                 looks like a job. Maybe Rocket is some kind of Luck Pony or 
                 something. I'm expecting a four-leaf clover to appear on his flank at 
                 any moment, the way things go with him. His disasters are better than 
                 most of my plans. Dang. 
                 Rocket and 
                 I were trotting around Fetlock - Greater Fetlock, not the small one - 
                 and once again he sees something 'cool' and gets all excited and 
                 dashes off without a thought. This time it was a fire truck, or 
                 rather cart, the first one I've seen here. It makes sense that 
                 Equestria would have fire departments, I mean the buildings are wood 
                 and thatch and all renaissance fair like I've said, so fire is going 
                 to be an issue. 
                 The fire 
                 cart was red, which was really odd, since I am used to seeing 
                 emergency vehicles as only bright yellow fluorescent things. But red 
                 works, and the cart had some kind of mechanical pump and a big steel 
                 and brass tank. It looked like steel and brass, anyway. 
                 The cart 
                 was made so that ponies could pull it, and we soon met the fire 
                 chief, or the equivalent of a fire chief, for Greater Fetlock, and he 
                 seemed pretty proud of his station and his team. 
                 Of course, 
                 the reason we got to meet the chief was because Rocket managed to set 
                 off the hose, blasting most of the street and several passers-by, not 
                 to mention the inside of a bakery and... well let's just say that 
                 there was a mess. 
                 Long story 
                 short, some of his team were retiring, and before I could say neigh, 
                 Rocket had already volunteered us both to be Fireponies. 
                 So, if the 
                 tryouts go alright, it looks like me and the colt might just have 
                 ourselves a new career, and a pretty heroic one at that. I'm 
                 certainly going to do my best. Rocket and I have resolved to put in a 
                 little practice before the tryout. We figure that there will probably 
                 be a lot of pulling the cart really fast, pumping water, and holding 
                 hoses, not to mention knowing the streets. So we have set up a little 
                 practice area near the newfoal barracks where we try pulling ropes 
                 around and hauling heavy things in a cart we borrowed. I bought us a 
                 map of Greater Fetlock, and we try to memorize new routes every time 
                 we go visit Perspicacity, which is a lot. 
                 Glimmershine
                  - our pony school instructor, remember? - is pulling for us. 
                 Apparently we were the first in the class to show initiative to find 
                 our own way to fit in, and so she's sort of holding us up as an 
                 example of how ponies, working together, can do anything. 
                 What has 
                 this dang colt gotten me into? 
                 I suppose 
                 it's some sort of luck and all, but, well, no pressure, right? I 
                 don't know what I'll do if we fail the tryouts. I'm trying not to 
                 think about that. As best I can. 
                 On another 
                 topic, I've been thinking more about taking an Equestrian name. 
                 'Noah' just doesn't fit in here, and it makes me sound like a 
                 foreigner, and I don't exactly like that. It's not that anyone treats 
                 me badly for being a newfoal, it's just that there is this distance 
                 that comes from being a stranger... from a strange world. I don't 
                 feel like anypony distrusts me exactly, for having once been human, 
                 but... I think I would just feel more comfortable letting my past 
                 species kind of settle into being a complete non-issue. 
                 I am 
                 thinking that if I make the tryouts, and become a proper Firepony, I 
                 will go with the name 'Wildfire'. According to a lot of old movies, 
                 that is a great name for a pony, the best. It would really seem to 
                 fit the job, too, plus it is kind of classy. 
                 Now, if I 
                 don't make the tryouts, then I'm not so sure. It's kind of a toss-up 
                 between 'Old Glue' and 'Horsemeat' at this point. no pressure, no 
                 pressure. That colt. What am I going to do with him? 
                 Oh! I have 
                 managed to find out the answer to your request. I think it is really 
                 incredibly open-minded of you, after all of my annoying preaching 
                 about how you should join me in Equestria (as at the beginning of 
                 this letter, sorry, again), that you would want to hear the other 
                 side of the issue. I can't think of a better pony to hear about the 
                 non-HLF viewpoint than our own ambassador Twilight Sparkle either. I 
                 can see why you want to hear it directly from her. And I am more than 
                 happy to help. 
                 It wasn't 
                 easy, but I managed to find out her schedule, so you can see her in 
                 person. My new pegasus friend Skysinger knows a pegasus that knows 
                 one of the Royal Guard. I vouched for you, and explained things, and 
                 in the end he helped me out. 
                 Apparently 
                 she is taking a tour of most of the Northamerican Conversion Bureaus, 
                 with one other of the original six ambassadors. According to my 
                 source, they are going to start with Los Pegasus -what used to be 
                 called Los Angeles- and then go on to Albuquerque, Memphis, 
                 Bloomington, Hamtramck, Lancing, and finally, New New York. Since you 
                 live in Michigan already, maybe Hamtramck or Lancing might be the 
                 best places to catch up with her. 
                 I really 
                 feel that if you hear it directly from the horse's mouth, (I'm still 
                 me, as you can see), you will find that the Human Liberation Front 
                 may not necessarily have the best view of what is happening to the 
                 earth, or what is best for it, or for the human race. I am very 
                 excited to hear what comes of this. 
                 Also, I 
                 wanted to congratulate you on finding a new ladyfriend. Hannah sounds 
                 like a wonderful woman, really nice and very smart. Wow, my old 
                 flyboy pal Stephen dating an actress! That is pretty awesome, my man. 
                 You should take her up for a tour of the city in your copter, if you 
                 can get clearance. That is pretty awesome, my man. I just hope Hannah 
                 turns out to be the one, you know what I mean. Maybe you could take 
                 her to see Twilight too. While nowadays seeing talking ponies is 
                 nothing special, how often do you get to meet a famous pony? I envy 
                 you that. Nobody famous goes through Fetlock. Not even Greater Fetlock. 
                 I look 
                 forward to your next letter. I really appreciate you keeping up 
                 correspondence with me, Stephen, especially since we have to do this 
                 on actual paper and all. Well, you have a printer, but still. It's 
                 isn't as easy as just using the hypernet. I just wanted to let you 
                 know how much I do appreciate it. 
                 Until next 
                 time, your little (fire)pony (I hope!) 
                 Noah / Wildfire 
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