"i am your angel, serval.
well, and your god. and was mia. litreture profester too, once. human most of the time, but never an avatar. never a black cat. as i can't squeeze myself into wires or inventories. would love to come and dance with you, but can't. i can only be there through diaries, emotions and those things i make you do.
xoxo
e."
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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
