A long time ago Mia said I'm in Second Life to help her. She didn't say how, only that I might not understand why. She said I'm here to help her.
She's right. I don't understand what I'm supposed to... is the love what she wants me to do? Well, I love dancing, but I bet that wouldn't be it. The other love they keep talking about here, loving another avatar, or a furry, is beyond me. I don't get it. I don't get the point. I don't know what it is. Then how could I do that for Mia?
Which Mia probably knows. So she's thinking of something else. I think I'll just keep going, until she gives me a hint.
Then, of course, there was this guy avatar, who once said he loved a man that he knew could help me, whatever problems I had. I don't remember the name of that man, but he really could come in handy here. Helping me to find out what help Mia needs. Or maybe he could help Mia, instead of me doing it. I was told that all I have to do to call (I guess the guy meant IM) that helpful man is to hold the palms of my hands together and speak to him. Like this.
Now, it doesn't seem to work very well.
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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.
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