"dear diary,
i was about to give little serval the scolding of her life, for shoving her bum right up everyone's face in her diary. for not caring about anything.
then i watched her going to the sanctuary, to dance and enjoy the dressing event as usual, i suppose. but when she found out the event was 'tie me up', all about handcuffs, ropes and tape, she sort of froze. and then she left.
i've said she's growing up. developing. is she becoming me?
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
