Sunday 7 October 2007

Slaps

"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"

Leaving

"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"

Saturday 6 October 2007

Better

What I don't like, not really, is Mia's story. Being the teacher of little human children in a place where there is nothing but one shop where they sell everything from saddles to eggs, and where the most fun your little brother can have is screwing the sheep, well, it's not much of a life. Yeah, it doesn't take a lot of brains to figure out that is what he's doing. And besides, Mia found his diary. She listened to it. You know, all the sheep in the farm are numbered, and marked. And Cat is doing them by numbers, starting with KB00001. Then KB00002. Then ...003. And so on. There is a list in his diary. He's planning to do them all. And there are tens of thousands of sheep on the station. And there's headmaster. And then there's uncle Aaron. Maybe Mia should have a better story. A better life.

Mia may be from Russia. She was born some years before the wall came down, and had already joined the kiddie komsomol ninjas when that happened. After she left school, she left home and left Russia, to go to Iceland, followed by Japan, then Germany, to become a mother of four.

No! Mia lives in a hut made out of cow dung. To control her avatar, she walks for one-two-three days to the village, where the Indian man has a computer.

Nah, I think Mia should return to the school on the Island of Australia.

There's no getting away from it.

Wednesday 3 October 2007

No fox

Up until now I've thought of Mia as a fox. Red tail and all. But someone told me humans look like us avatars (but not like those avatars who look like animlas, such as foxes). So I decided to make Mia a human girl. That's what Mias are. Following the same logics, Mia's brother Cat should also be a girl, but that's not the case. They told me brothers are either guys or boys. When Mia controlled me speaking to another avatar pretending to have a human, she told it all about Cat. She told it about the velcro.

"he's a fucking sick brother!" the avatar/human said. "oh shit"

Obviously Cat is sick. I don't understand why. I've heard a lot about avatars looking normal doing stuff with avatars having furs. It's just a matter of which skin you're wearing right then. So this seems to be another one of those rules I don't understand. There are special rules for how avatars should behave, and different special rules for humans. Pretending to be controlled by Mia isn't as easy as I had expected.

On the other hand, I kind of like thinking that Mia is controlling me. I've begun to like her. Like when she was bothering about my looks, I think that was sweet. So I decided to make her a nice girl, and she looks almost exactly like me.