"dear diary,
last time it was serval, but this time it's me. quitting a job. damn it, i'm quitting my job. then, it's not the quitting that's the problem, but the starting the next one after that. the new job, the good job, the job i wanted so. they actually gave it to me. i got it. i'm leaving the island and the station and the school for a new place. and i've got to be at work at eight in the mornings, hours earlier than before, meaning going to bed earlier than before, you see what i mean, put the time difference on top of that, and there you are, i'll never see serval meeting her again, because one will be sleeping when the other is awake, and one will be working when the other is asleep.
i'm not there yet. it's not time yet. but i've gazed into the chrystal ball. foreseen the future. well done, mia, way to go. now you know. when you're gonna go. when you're gonna cry. when cold black winds will fill your heart with nothing again.
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
