"oki, serval, i'm onto your case. sweet dreams. i've checked some 2,500 skins so far.
i see what you mean about the black hole eyes. you get to a certain amount of blackness, and there come the tearmarks. inevitably. imagine going to the police because something that you witnessed. imagine interacting with the identikit officer.
me: she had more eye makeup.
officer: okay. like this?
me: even more.
officer: more? okay, here we go.
me: no. no tearmarks.
officer: what? come on, she had tearmarks allright.
me: no, she hadn't.
officer: are you sure?
me: yes, i'm sure.
officer: i don't really believe you.
me: well, she had no tearmarks.
officer: okay, okay. but she had a couple of scars, hadn't she?
me: no.
officer: a bullet hole in her forehead?
me: no.
officer: now ... did you really see her?
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
