Mia is back in my diary! I don't really like her speaking there, because it's mine, but I like hearing from her. And she's not in that low mood any more, it seems.
Having said that, I'd like to object to her analysing me, and displaying the results like some kind of shoes in a mall. Not that she's wrong about me (apart from the bits about me not running the show etc), but I'd appreciate a bit more discretion. It's me, Serval, that has to face the other avatars that listen to the diary, not Mia. I don't think she'd be happy if I was to tell everybody all about her, about those private details that I have figured out (because I'm reasonably clever, too).
The mood thing is good, because when she's ok, I feel fine too. I really felt great yesterday, when I went to that club where all the girls are and danced there again. It was good fun!
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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
