I went to the club tonight, for the first time in a long time. Only this time I came to have fun, not to work. I felt weird for a start, coming back to my old job like that, but Mandy and Flann, who still work there, were so sweet to me and hugged me and said I was welcome, so everything was fine from then on. And the music that Flann plays is still good. There is a new dancer now, doing what I used to do, and she's really good looking and nice, and is probably going to earn lots and lots of tips. She's taking her clothes off, too, which I was glad to see, because that means I hadn't misunderstood things and was undressing when I shouldn't.
So I feel allright again. I'm not miserable any more. I can go to the club and see my friends whenever they're working. And maybe when they're not working, too.
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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
