I have seen a lot of avatars having profiles, and they all differ. They all say something about themselves, and it's interesting stuff. I also tried to do that, and all I ended up with was "my name is serval". I don't think I'm very good when it comes to such formal speaking.
I know that I like going to the Sanctuary Rock. Because of the music. Because of all the avatars who come there to dance. And because of the dressing events. They give you a dressing theme, and the avatar who dresses best according to the theme wins a prize. It's fun, sometimes. So I like the sanctuary. I don't like the guy who came there last time, though. He just stepped up to me, babied me, lolled me, and hunned me a lot. And when I didn't want to dance with him, he got angry and sarcastic. Come on, I had never met him before, and I didn't like his ways, and I was already having fun dancing. He had no right to get angry. As if he owned a right to make me do something else, just because he wanted me to. No, I don't like him.
I don't like teleporting. I don't like travelling in the world. I don't like people approaching when I'm dressing. I don't like the groupers, or avatars pushing, or that place I went where they played house only. I don't like guys walking around with a big dick pointing out of their pants, because they seem to be the most cocky guys, all huns and lols. I told a guy it's just an object, and I could buy a dick a lot bigger than his anyhow, just by dancing a pad for a couple of hours.
"baby probably the only way u can get dick hun lol", he said.
Why I would ever want one, he didn't tell.
I didn't like him.
And I don't like the Black Cat Avatar, which is still in my inventory. I've tried to hide it in a heap of other similar objects, like White House Cat, Black Dragon, Green Dragon, Sexy 3-Hole Furry Serval, Red Fox, and Triceratops. But it doesn't matter, I know the Black Cat Avatar is there, and it's bothering me.
I like my crucifix, though. It's like a cross I wear on my chest, and I can change it's colour just by saying a few words. And I like walking up the stairs to the sanctuary, hearing the distant voices of avatars I know, knowing they are already there, dancing. I like that.
If (and I say if) I would have believed in First Life (which I don't), and if there would have been a human (who I don't believe in) controlling me (which I don't believe they do), this human would surely have been a dancer. Because every day, this human (same as above) takes me dancing for hours.
Tuesday, 28 August 2007
Monday, 27 August 2007
School
I've been talking a lot to this guy, and I told him I'm a teacher. I told him how my days at work are, how I say "good morning, children, today we'll ..." followed by some activity coming up. I don't know why I said that. I know nothing about teachers. I just said it.
Someone once told me about teachers. I was told they teach children all the things they need to know to live a proper life. To me, that sounds strange. Very strange. I have never been taught anything, because you don't need to learn. You know how to do most things from the very start, from the moment you're born. Speaking, for exemple, and flying.
Besides, why should there be special teacher avatars when there are so few children? I think I've seen one or two in my whole life. They look like small avatars, and behave exactly like avatars. I can't see why they should need to learn things.
They are said to learn how to read and write. I asked what reading and writing is, and as I understood what was explained to me, reading and writing is just another name for what I do when I speak and listen to other avatars. You finger the air, and all that. But when it's children, you don't call it speaking, you call it writing. Children also learn to count, which some avatars I've met also seem to know, and I admit that could have been a useful thing to learn, to understand the Linden counter. But I don't want to go to a school (which is where the children learn things from the teachers), because I've been told you also have to learn about different countries, like Germany and Japan, about religion, like Jesus, and human biology. That is, all those things I'd rather not hear of again, ever.
This is what I think. If children don't know how to speak (well, or "write") from the very start, then there is probably something wrong with them. Which is also indicated by their size. They have to learn certain things, like speaking, and changing their size using the Appearence menu. And when they go to school to learn this, they also have to learn all that stuff about First Life. Countries and stuff. So they are made to believe in humans just because they want to become normal avatars, knowing how to speak and fly. I don't like that. I don't think I like teachers.
But still, I've told that guy I'm one of them. One of the teachers. If he ever asks me what I teach, I'll have to come up with something, not to give myself away. I think I'm going to tell him I teach the children sex. I think he'd like that better than if I told him I teach Japan. I know virtually nothing about sex, but what do I know about Japan? Or Jesus? And if I was to go to school, myself, I would find it more interesting to learn about sex. Because I still haven't had it, so I know nothing about it. With Japan, Gemany and humans, I already know it's just a pack of lies.
Someone once told me about teachers. I was told they teach children all the things they need to know to live a proper life. To me, that sounds strange. Very strange. I have never been taught anything, because you don't need to learn. You know how to do most things from the very start, from the moment you're born. Speaking, for exemple, and flying.
Besides, why should there be special teacher avatars when there are so few children? I think I've seen one or two in my whole life. They look like small avatars, and behave exactly like avatars. I can't see why they should need to learn things.
They are said to learn how to read and write. I asked what reading and writing is, and as I understood what was explained to me, reading and writing is just another name for what I do when I speak and listen to other avatars. You finger the air, and all that. But when it's children, you don't call it speaking, you call it writing. Children also learn to count, which some avatars I've met also seem to know, and I admit that could have been a useful thing to learn, to understand the Linden counter. But I don't want to go to a school (which is where the children learn things from the teachers), because I've been told you also have to learn about different countries, like Germany and Japan, about religion, like Jesus, and human biology. That is, all those things I'd rather not hear of again, ever.
This is what I think. If children don't know how to speak (well, or "write") from the very start, then there is probably something wrong with them. Which is also indicated by their size. They have to learn certain things, like speaking, and changing their size using the Appearence menu. And when they go to school to learn this, they also have to learn all that stuff about First Life. Countries and stuff. So they are made to believe in humans just because they want to become normal avatars, knowing how to speak and fly. I don't like that. I don't think I like teachers.
But still, I've told that guy I'm one of them. One of the teachers. If he ever asks me what I teach, I'll have to come up with something, not to give myself away. I think I'm going to tell him I teach the children sex. I think he'd like that better than if I told him I teach Japan. I know virtually nothing about sex, but what do I know about Japan? Or Jesus? And if I was to go to school, myself, I would find it more interesting to learn about sex. Because I still haven't had it, so I know nothing about it. With Japan, Gemany and humans, I already know it's just a pack of lies.
Tuesday, 14 August 2007
No end
There's no end to it. They keep trying to save me. A lot of avatars around do. They tell me there is a First Life, and there are humans, who decide everything that happens in and to the world.
They also threaten me, indirectly. If I keep denying there is a First Life, and the existence of humans who continuously monitor and control me and each single other avatar (said to be millions) (which I think may be a lot), something bad will happen to me. Because humans regards avatars as robots, and robots must not rebel. Robots should humbly submit to the whims and fancies of humans. Robots who rebel will fry. Whatever that is. (I think there are avatars called Fry. But I haven't met any, so I don't know if they do things to you. Or if things have already happened to them because they too rebelled.)
Now, come on. What can we avatars do? Walk, fly, talk, and take on and off clothes. That's about it. If there were humans, and if the best thing a million of them could think of doing was watching us, how could you ever consider them superior? I don't think they can do a thing. I don't think they can see us. I don't think they exist.
(Besides, to me, a robot is like that little crab I've seen moving around (well, it hardly moves at all, to be honest) on the ground. Or like the piggy-shaped sploder in the Sanctuary Rock. Where I go dancing. To say I am equal to that crab or the sploder is ... slightly degrading.)
Still, avatars I meet keep saying I'll fry if I don't believe. And now I've even met this guy who says humans will fry if they don't believe in yet another kind of invisibles, who ... yes ... watch each single step taken by the humans.
So there is a Second Life. I know that for sure, because I'm here. Then there is, according to other avatars, a First Life, inhabited by humans, who I can't see. And then there is, according to this one guy (although he claims there are millions (again) like him), a Zeroeth or something Life, which I can't see, and witch this one guy (and the millions) can't see, inhabited by somethings said to be called God and Jesus and some others.
I may not be very clever, but I know how to use the Search thingy. So it's easy to find out that Human, God, Jesus, Avatar, and Fry are all common names of avatars in Second Life. So is Serval. And it's not easy to find a place called First Life. Because there is no such place. I know, I searched for it. There is one "First Life Aid", which worried me for a while, but when I finally found the courage to teleport there, I didn't find any humans or Frys, only signs about dogs, boats and plots for rent. That's just the usual Second Life stuff, so it's nothing to worry about.
There is no First Life. There are no humans. It may all be a muck-up in the head of confused avatars. They go some place, use their camera to peep at others on the sly, and all of a sudden they believe they are in control. (If it had been me doing that, and then making the whole story up, First Life may not have been populated by humans, but by servals.) It's a bit sad, really.
If there were humans, I think there would be an avatar watching each one of them, ha ha. Making them dance. Making them fry. Making them take their clothes off in embarrassing places.
They also threaten me, indirectly. If I keep denying there is a First Life, and the existence of humans who continuously monitor and control me and each single other avatar (said to be millions) (which I think may be a lot), something bad will happen to me. Because humans regards avatars as robots, and robots must not rebel. Robots should humbly submit to the whims and fancies of humans. Robots who rebel will fry. Whatever that is. (I think there are avatars called Fry. But I haven't met any, so I don't know if they do things to you. Or if things have already happened to them because they too rebelled.)
Now, come on. What can we avatars do? Walk, fly, talk, and take on and off clothes. That's about it. If there were humans, and if the best thing a million of them could think of doing was watching us, how could you ever consider them superior? I don't think they can do a thing. I don't think they can see us. I don't think they exist.
(Besides, to me, a robot is like that little crab I've seen moving around (well, it hardly moves at all, to be honest) on the ground. Or like the piggy-shaped sploder in the Sanctuary Rock. Where I go dancing. To say I am equal to that crab or the sploder is ... slightly degrading.)
Still, avatars I meet keep saying I'll fry if I don't believe. And now I've even met this guy who says humans will fry if they don't believe in yet another kind of invisibles, who ... yes ... watch each single step taken by the humans.
So there is a Second Life. I know that for sure, because I'm here. Then there is, according to other avatars, a First Life, inhabited by humans, who I can't see. And then there is, according to this one guy (although he claims there are millions (again) like him), a Zeroeth or something Life, which I can't see, and witch this one guy (and the millions) can't see, inhabited by somethings said to be called God and Jesus and some others.
I may not be very clever, but I know how to use the Search thingy. So it's easy to find out that Human, God, Jesus, Avatar, and Fry are all common names of avatars in Second Life. So is Serval. And it's not easy to find a place called First Life. Because there is no such place. I know, I searched for it. There is one "First Life Aid", which worried me for a while, but when I finally found the courage to teleport there, I didn't find any humans or Frys, only signs about dogs, boats and plots for rent. That's just the usual Second Life stuff, so it's nothing to worry about.
There is no First Life. There are no humans. It may all be a muck-up in the head of confused avatars. They go some place, use their camera to peep at others on the sly, and all of a sudden they believe they are in control. (If it had been me doing that, and then making the whole story up, First Life may not have been populated by humans, but by servals.) It's a bit sad, really.
If there were humans, I think there would be an avatar watching each one of them, ha ha. Making them dance. Making them fry. Making them take their clothes off in embarrassing places.
Monday, 13 August 2007
More
The whole world is rocking! I've been sleeping again, but the world kept the world dancing. And it kept joining my group. Born to be Britney 2. Another avatar is now a member, and another, and another. There is now me, an avatar, an avatar, an avatar, an avatar, and an avatar!
Despite the long sleep, I feel quite ok now. There aren't many blackouts, and no clothing sticking to my skin. Maybe I wasn't infected by the virus or bug, after all. I hope so. It also feels like I can dance for hours and hours now without getting tired. But I don't dance the pad much anymore. The linden counter seems to be forever full anyhow.
Despite the long sleep, I feel quite ok now. There aren't many blackouts, and no clothing sticking to my skin. Maybe I wasn't infected by the virus or bug, after all. I hope so. It also feels like I can dance for hours and hours now without getting tired. But I don't dance the pad much anymore. The linden counter seems to be forever full anyhow.
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