"dear diary,
you're welcome, little serval. but i think you and i need to have a talk. i think you may be forgetting why you are here. or there, in second life. you know you were sent there to help, don't you?
please, you don't have to believe in me or in any other human. just keep going, speaking, dancing. that's all that's asked from you. go ahead, buy that ugly stuff you want, and wear it. just keep seeing other incarnations, and speak to them. that's all. you may not understand, but that's the only help expected from you.
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
