I have encountered some social setbacks lately, meeting people who no longer want to talk to me, and I have reason to believe that it's all because of the zebra thingy I spoke in my diary some time ago. Zebras appear to be a delicate subject to many. So I decided to tear some of the most sensitive stuff out of the diary. I think it was like 40 pages of very clever speaking, all in all.
When arriving to the Sanctuary last time, the host congratulated me on my rezzing day. I said thank you, Damian, but didn't really understand, because I don't know what a rezzing day is. It was quite a nice day, anyhow, with dancing and music, until there was a sudden blackout. I haven't had many of those lately, so I won't complain.
Now, I'm still waiting for my first birthday. I sometimes compare the symbols in my profile with those that say which day it is, but they still don't look the same. It's OK, I'm in no big hurry.
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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
