"dear diary,
now, leaving the school and the station has for long seemed like a utopia. something like that. it just won't happen. but i've kept waiting. that's what i do.
when playing next life last night, when having fun on the dance floor, some guy slapped serval's bum.
'lol' he said.
'what the fuck do you think you're doing?' i made serval shout.
'what?' he said. 'u frigid?'
'you shithole! you never touch me again!'
'come on im just dancing, can't help it lol'
serval kept shouting at him while leaving. i think she won't be allowed back to that club again. i don't think she even wants to return there, or that i want her to.
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
