"dear diary
i haven't brought serval to next life much lately. there has been little time. because of these things. there has been the true life. the earning of money. the standing the sheep. the ogling of someone. the making of music. those things. and from reading serval's diary, she seems to be at some sort of loss right now, so i guess she can take some sleeping.
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
