Birth

Mia is a human. It lives in Germany, because that is the only place in First Life I remember other avatars talking about. No. Now I remember other places, too. Japan. Italy. And Australia. Mia lives in Australia, because there are sheep there, and I have been talking to some avatars about sheep. As if I knew a lot about sheep. And farms. So that makes good sense. (And I have a sheep in my inventory.)

So, Mia lives in Australia in First Life, in a place where there are sheep. There is a farm. But in Australia, they don't call it a farm. They call it a station. I have no idea how I know that. But I do know. Mia lives in a station. No. It is a teacher, and thus lives in a school. But maybe there is a station close to the school.

Then there is a little brother. That has to be, because I made such a joke once. I said my little brother had velcro gloves. Some of the avatars actually laughed. I didn't get it, and still don't see what's funny. But I can't change my story now.

I think a brother is someone with the same second name as you, the one you never use, and I've seen such avatars around. With the same second name as I. A little brother is probably smaller than I am. That's a problem, because I'm not very big myself. But I can say that Mia is quite big. It is very big. Sooo big. No, then they will ask exactly how big, and I won't know what to answer. A million? No, I'd better say it's not very big. And the little brother is even smaller. Its name is ... Cat. But it is not one of the child avatars going to school, because there is nothing wrong with it. It's just small by design, or by laziness. A less lazy avatar would change appearance and get bigger.

I think that is quite a good story for starters. Mia from Australia is a human living in a school together with the children, with whom (as I have said before) there is probably something wrong. Mia teaches them things, like speaking and hearing, and increasing their size. But Mia is a rebel, and doesn't teach the children about First Life, or about going to Second Life when they are deleted. Even though it is supposed to do that. Instead, Mia teaches the children to dance.

Mia's little brother Cat is working in the station, which is on the same island as Mia's school. Cat is very small, lazy, has velcro gloves and is feeding the sheep.

Lies

I don't get many friends. I think it's maybe because they don't like me. Not that I want them all for friends. I can't speak to them without not understanding. When they are serious and careful about what they say and how they say it, then I can't follow them. What they say means nothing to me. It's like all the words go in one side of a tunnel, and don't come out the other side. The meaning of the words dissapears before I hear them. It's frustrating, because I can never answer, I don't know what they are talking about. Some have begun calling me Stupid Serval.

Then, when they are not serious, they behave like they were idiots themselves, shouting, making a racket, saying silly things, liking each other for saying meow, gasping and panting, and lolling lolling lolling.

"meow tickling his big bad tail with my whiskers lol"

I sometimes wish there were humans. Because then it would be humans making the avatars behave like that, not the avatars themselves. And then I would know that humans are no super-avatars at all, but rather idiot-avatars.

Telling others that I think such things doesn't get me any new friends. Rather the contrary. Stupid Serval, they say, and I've lost those few friends I already had.

The guy who eats peanuts doesn't care, it seems. I met him some time ago. He says he eats a lot of peanuts. Great, I say, without really understanding. I have no idea what peanuts are. He's still a friend. Maybe not for so long, though. He said I had lied to him. Because I had told him I'm a teacher when I'm not. I don't know why I told him that. I'm not a teacher, I know. I just said it. I don't know why. It just happened. I didn't think "maybe I should tell him I'm a teacher". I just said it, without thinking at all. And said other things about teaching, too, whithout knowing what I was talking about. So, soon he'll be gone with the others, I think. Maybe that's when I'll be discontinued. Like with my group. If there are no members in a group, it is deleted. If you have no friends, you are deleted?

But I may be able to trick him into believing I was not lying, after all. He believes in humans. And he believes there is one special human controlling him, and speaking through him. I don't know why. Maybe he likes feeling controlled.

I've seen something similar before, in a dungeon, where I went once. There were guys everywhere who wanted to be controlled, manhandled and whipped. In one room I got into, a very big room, there was this one guy strapped in some kind of chair. He must have been waiting there for a long, long time, because he sounded desperate when I entered.

"pls help me", he pleaded.

"what do you want?" I asked him. I expected him to say he wanted to get out of the chair.

"i need someone 2 switch on the electricity", he said.

I looked at the chair. There were wires from it connected to his 2 foot object penis. This was beyond me. I didn't get it. I didn't know what electricity was, even though I could spell it, and still can.

"you can wait", I said and left him there.

But the guy with the peanuts doesn't speak of electricity. He speaks of lies.

"u lied 2 me", he said. "ur not a teacher"

But what if I should say:
"serval is not a teacher"

That way I could pretend there's a human speaking through me too. I could pretend my human is speaking directly to his human, and not me speaking to him. No, Serval is not a teacher. Serval is just an avatar, and avatars don't teach. But maybe my human is?

Pretending like this could be of good use not only for this teacher thing. I could pretend also with other avatars who believe in First Life. I could make more friends. And when they say things I don't understand, I don't have to tell them I don't. Instead, I can say something really stupid, without being Serval stupid.

"the serval cat purrs and nibbles ur object penis with its freebie vampire fangs baby rofl lol ha ha ha"

Something like that. I heard someone say something like that once, and they all laughed like crazy.

Yes, I can pretend I am a human controlling me. I can.

I think I shall call it ... Mia.

Counting

Now it's September, they say. Oh, it's September already! That's what they said, and they don't seem to be pleased with that at all. I just kept smiling, all of it passed well over my head, it passed really quickly.

They understood anyhow, and told me September is a month. Aha! And that a month has thirty or so days. Aha! And there are twelve months in a year. Aha! All in all like a million days in a year. That was a great help to me. As I've learnt counting to three by now. A guy I met told me how to, in exchange for me blowing bubblegums wearing an outfit he gave me.

"so what?" I asked.

"then there's another year, then another, and then there's eighty of them and you die", they said.

That's like being discontinued. They told me. This left me crying my eyes out. I didn't like that. So I have only eighty of the million day years left dancing? How much is that? Will it be soon? Eighty has to be more than one two three, hasn't it? And a million? Also more than one two three. It must be. Maybe less than eighty.

That could be soon, couldn't it? And I haven't even been laid yet. (That's another way of saying "have not had sex".) Not even once.

I had been close to, though. Once again there had been the coloured balls. My thong was off. Or, rather, I went there without, not to mess things up again, thongs sticking an all that.

"can i put it in ur ass?" he asked. Just another guy I had met.

"do whatever you like", I said, eager to get going and have mysteries resolved.

"no exit only stuff then? bout ur ass eh?"

That I didn't understand. Shops in the mall have exits. I don't. I didn't even know I hade an ass, either. I still don't think I do. So I said he was welcome to put it (?) straight through my head, if he so liked. He didn't, but wanted the other thing. He would even give me Lindens for it afterwards, he said. A nice guy, this one. And then came the blackout...

I came to again on that empty beach, where I seem to go sometimes. Of course I went there. No guy. No pink and blue balls. Just me, and mysteries were still unresolved.

And now they tell me there is some kind of counting going on. One two three million eighty. Last waltz.

Profiles

I have seen a lot of avatars having profiles, and they all differ. They all say something about themselves, and it's interesting stuff. I also tried to do that, and all I ended up with was "my name is serval". I don't think I'm very good when it comes to such formal speaking.

I know that I like going to the Sanctuary Rock. Because of the music. Because of all the avatars who come there to dance. And because of the dressing events. They give you a dressing theme, and the avatar who dresses best according to the theme wins a prize. It's fun, sometimes. So I like the sanctuary. I don't like the guy who came there last time, though. He just stepped up to me, babied me, lolled me, and hunned me a lot. And when I didn't want to dance with him, he got angry and sarcastic. Come on, I had never met him before, and I didn't like his ways, and I was already having fun dancing. He had no right to get angry. As if he owned a right to make me do something else, just because he wanted me to. No, I don't like him.

I don't like teleporting. I don't like travelling in the world. I don't like people approaching when I'm dressing. I don't like the groupers, or avatars pushing, or that place I went where they played house only. I don't like guys walking around with a big dick pointing out of their pants, because they seem to be the most cocky guys, all huns and lols. I told a guy it's just an object, and I could buy a dick a lot bigger than his anyhow, just by dancing a pad for a couple of hours.

"baby probably the only way u can get dick hun lol", he said.

Why I would ever want one, he didn't tell.

I didn't like him.

And I don't like the Black Cat Avatar, which is still in my inventory. I've tried to hide it in a heap of other similar objects, like White House Cat, Black Dragon, Green Dragon, Sexy 3-Hole Furry Serval, Red Fox, and Triceratops. But it doesn't matter, I know the Black Cat Avatar is there, and it's bothering me.

I like my crucifix, though. It's like a cross I wear on my chest, and I can change it's colour just by saying a few words. And I like walking up the stairs to the sanctuary, hearing the distant voices of avatars I know, knowing they are already there, dancing. I like that.

If (and I say if) I would have believed in First Life (which I don't), and if there would have been a human (who I don't believe in) controlling me (which I don't believe they do), this human would surely have been a dancer. Because every day, this human (same as above) takes me dancing for hours.

School

I've been talking a lot to this guy, and I told him I'm a teacher. I told him how my days at work are, how I say "good morning, children, today we'll ..." followed by some activity coming up. I don't know why I said that. I know nothing about teachers. I just said it.

Someone once told me about teachers. I was told they teach children all the things they need to know to live a proper life. To me, that sounds strange. Very strange. I have never been taught anything, because you don't need to learn. You know how to do most things from the very start, from the moment you're born. Speaking, for exemple, and flying.

Besides, why should there be special teacher avatars when there are so few children? I think I've seen one or two in my whole life. They look like small avatars, and behave exactly like avatars. I can't see why they should need to learn things.

They are said to learn how to read and write. I asked what reading and writing is, and as I understood what was explained to me, reading and writing is just another name for what I do when I speak and listen to other avatars. You finger the air, and all that. But when it's children, you don't call it speaking, you call it writing. Children also learn to count, which some avatars I've met also seem to know, and I admit that could have been a useful thing to learn, to understand the Linden counter. But I don't want to go to a school (which is where the children learn things from the teachers), because I've been told you also have to learn about different countries, like Germany and Japan, about religion, like Jesus, and human biology. That is, all those things I'd rather not hear of again, ever.

This is what I think. If children don't know how to speak (well, or "write") from the very start, then there is probably something wrong with them. Which is also indicated by their size. They have to learn certain things, like speaking, and changing their size using the Appearence menu. And when they go to school to learn this, they also have to learn all that stuff about First Life. Countries and stuff. So they are made to believe in humans just because they want to become normal avatars, knowing how to speak and fly. I don't like that. I don't think I like teachers.

But still, I've told that guy I'm one of them. One of the teachers. If he ever asks me what I teach, I'll have to come up with something, not to give myself away. I think I'm going to tell him I teach the children sex. I think he'd like that better than if I told him I teach Japan. I know virtually nothing about sex, but what do I know about Japan? Or Jesus? And if I was to go to school, myself, I would find it more interesting to learn about sex. Because I still haven't had it, so I know nothing about it. With Japan, Gemany and humans, I already know it's just a pack of lies.

No end

There's no end to it. They keep trying to save me. A lot of avatars around do. They tell me there is a First Life, and there are humans, who decide everything that happens in and to the world.

They also threaten me, indirectly. If I keep denying there is a First Life, and the existence of humans who continuously monitor and control me and each single other avatar (said to be millions) (which I think may be a lot), something bad will happen to me. Because humans regards avatars as robots, and robots must not rebel. Robots should humbly submit to the whims and fancies of humans. Robots who rebel will fry. Whatever that is. (I think there are avatars called Fry. But I haven't met any, so I don't know if they do things to you. Or if things have already happened to them because they too rebelled.)

Now, come on. 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 don't think they can do a thing. I don't think they can see us. I don't think they exist.

(Besides, to me, a robot is like that little crab I've seen moving around (well, it hardly moves at all, to be honest) on the ground. Or like the piggy-shaped sploder in the Sanctuary Rock. Where I go dancing. To say I am equal to that crab or the sploder is ... slightly degrading.)

Still, avatars I meet keep saying I'll fry if I don't believe. And now I've even met this guy who says humans will fry if they don't believe in yet another kind of invisibles, who ... yes ... watch each single step taken by the humans.

So there is a Second Life. I know that for sure, because I'm here. Then there is, according to other avatars, a First Life, inhabited by humans, who I can't see. And then there is, according to this one guy (although he claims there are millions (again) like him), a Zeroeth or something Life, which I can't see, and witch this one guy (and the millions) can't see, inhabited by somethings said to be called God and Jesus and some others.

I may not be very clever, but I know how to use the Search thingy. So it's easy to find out that Human, God, Jesus, Avatar, and Fry are all common names of avatars in Second Life. So is Serval. And it's not easy to find a place called First Life. Because there is no such place. I know, I searched for it. There is one "First Life Aid", which worried me for a while, but when I finally found the courage to teleport there, I didn't find any humans or Frys, only signs about dogs, boats and plots for rent. That's just the usual Second Life stuff, so it's nothing to worry about.

There is no First Life. There are no humans. It may all be a muck-up in the head of confused avatars. They go some place, use their camera to peep at others on the sly, and all of a sudden they believe they are in control. (If it had been me doing that, and then making the whole story up, First Life may not have been populated by humans, but by servals.) It's a bit sad, really.

If there were humans, I think there would be an avatar watching each one of them, ha ha. Making them dance. Making them fry. Making them take their clothes off in embarrassing places.

More

The whole world is rocking! I've been sleeping again, but the world kept the world dancing. And it kept joining my group. Born to be Britney 2. Another avatar is now a member, and another, and another. There is now me, an avatar, an avatar, an avatar, an avatar, and an avatar!

Despite the long sleep, I feel quite ok now. There aren't many blackouts, and no clothing sticking to my skin. Maybe I wasn't infected by the virus or bug, after all. I hope so. It also feels like I can dance for hours and hours now without getting tired. But I don't dance the pad much anymore. The linden counter seems to be forever full anyhow.