"dear diary,
now headmaster has been speaking to me again. he is concerned, he said, because neither the children nor the humans who deal a lot with the children, like giving them food in the evening and helping them do their homework, seem to understand what i have been teaching about god. in short, my religion lessons suck. headmaster thinks i use too difficult words. so now he's going to sit in for one, just to make sure where the problem is. in short, i'm in a fix. i have to find things out. true things about god. not just make everything up. or he'll sack me.
thinking of it, getting fried wouldn't be too bad. i could leave the school. i'm a lousy teacher anyhow. i could leave the station. go somewhere else. where all the humans do nice things.
mia"
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There was no end to it. They kept trying to save me. They told me there is a First Life, and that there are humans, who decide everything that happens in and to the world.
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 didn't think they can do a thing. I didn't think they can see us. Or even exist.
So I had to pretend there was a human controlling me, too. Mia. Until I found out that she was me. Instead I met an angel. Who brings me to life.
Snapshotting
