Bah! Yes, that's the story they tell> And it's so sugar sweet happy ending, except for the pony who made it all possible. Nopony ever stops to think WHY it happened, nopony thinks of what she'd been doing, what she'd hoped to accomplish.



But I know. I and a precious few! We were all friends and acquaintances, working on an ambitious project, to create a centralized network that would unite all ponykind as one, supply all the many centuries of accumulated knowledge and be used as a tool to foster harmony and cooperation between all. It would be called the Equestria Network, or Equinet.



We were close, so close to succeeding when... it happened. We'd been researching a method for sending and receiving things. The idea was to have a series of central 'lighthouses' that would act as fixed points and references to send out and receive signals. But first we needed to test the basic links, send something somewhere. Our team leader volunteered. We had wanted to send her six feet. We ended up sending her Celestia-knows-where.



And after all the kerfuffle and mess and sorting out, did we get to complete our project? No. There was a new game in town, nopony needed us and our funding was cut. We were all disappointed of course, but, this had bought our work into the mainstream, given it unimaginable attention, I remember her telling us that it was all for the good, that now our dreams would become reality.



We were heartbroken to see what the Ponynet as they decided to call it, became. A medium connecting all ponies? A disorganized mess. To provide the knowledge of all ponykind? To provide rumors, lies and gossip. To unite and foster harmony? To divide and foster cliques and endless fighting between little, insular groups. A noble endeavor? Used for clopfics and grimdark.



We had such high hopes, such glorious dreams that made us soar. We had dreamed of ponies reaching out and aiding those less fortunate. Instead they stay online talking to each other about pointless topics, haves and have nots.



None of us will ever talk about the ponynet. None of us will ever use it. We can't bear the pain of what our dreams have been twisted into.