Buzz Lightyear, Space Ranger!
In a child's hand, he rockets up towards the sky, laughter filling the air as the toy is made to do things in order to please the child's imagination. Such as, explode soda pop cans with his laser beam and chop pencils into powder with his outstanding karate chop action.
To Infinity, and Beyond!
The lights go out, yet Buzz lights up! Through a blackened sky he soars, stars blurring passed his head. Streaks of green glow chase him as he swirls in a circle above the child, a smile forever painted on his lips. So therefore, he must be happy, right?
Now...
He stares up at the yellowing popcorn ceiling of Sid's house, laying discarded at the bottom of the wooden staircase. His arm... His arm... lays beside him. He looks at it in disbelief.
Is this all that I am? He wonders. He feels like crying, but doesn't think he will have any tears. Am I just plastic and batteries? Made for children to throw and abuse to their delight? Why?! He turns his head back to the ceiling. I thought... I thought I was more. I was Buzz Lightyear. Was that just an illusion? Some fluke in my wiring? Or do all toys start out believing they are... real? Buzz doesn't know. There are too many questions, and no one is there to answer them.
Suddenly Hannah comes down the hall, hollering out in her search for her Sally doll. But she steps on Buzz's wing, and is distracted by his shiny plastic and pulsating lights.
"Nevermind!" She calls to her mother, picking the fallen Ranger off of the floor. She smiles at Buzz and he smiles back, for he has no other choice.