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.