Soul

"dear diary,

is this just the wine or is it some subconscious little system from deep within speaking to me? i'd go for the latter. at least if i was that stupid little incarnation serval, ha ha. and what about me? well, i'll go with her. this time only.

the thing is, the thing is i'm in doubt. i look at those around me. all merry and alive, probably nice people, too. i invest some of my time in them. but i don't really think i get much back.

hey, and what about my soul? wouldn't that help? oh, i won't invest my soul, not for starters, because that would drive them away. running, screaming, burning themselves at the stake. but i could invest some spirit, probably, and have some of that in return, too. wouldn't that be a nice way of spending some time? soul-less spirit, and out comes a laugh, maybe. so why don't i?

hey, i think i have the answer to that one. i don't want to.

what i want, what i really want, says my little subconscious system, is to howl and blubber my heart out. my bloody soul. and from what i've seen, those around won't really care, won't listen, won't, won't, won't. like it.

so, my point is, maybe i shouldn't be going there to see them anymore. it's the place for spirits, not for souls. it doesn't make me happy. which is what i need, says my little system. but to be truthful, so bloody truthful, it just makes me very sad.

mia"

Empty

The linden counter is empty! I was shopping, buying more hair, and a skin with very black eyes, and some more hair, and clothes (I found some really nice things), and all of a sudden, I couldn't buy any more. I still can't. I've been trying everywhere in the mall, but they say NO LINDENS every time. I don't know what's going on!

"dear diary,

i should be preparing tomorrow's class, yes, i've still got my job, thanks to the union, i should have been preparing, but i can't. i'm a bit upset.

little serval has been on a shopping spree. that's ok with me, i don't mind her having some fun, and i can afford it. but the things she's been buying... and she's wearing it, looking like some tramp. all black makeup, rags and nets. imagine me coming to class looking like that. sure, headmaster would like it, but the others would go picketing again. i mean, those people wouldn't even let me have the children dance.

i've stopped the fun, though. there will be no more money for serval for a while. once she starts showing interest in pink underwear, there will be money for her again.

mia"

Ha, you can't fool me! I invented Mia, so she can't do such things to me. She doesn't exist. There are no humans, and especially no Mia. So there's something else wrong.

Events

I came to the club for another night of dancing. And, of course, to win today's next event. I had some new stuff from shopping to play with. Then, I had been to a concert during the day, well, some sort of concert, and had had to listen to some true rubbish. If you'd collect all the rubbish I have seen and heard so far, and that's a lot of rubbish, despite me still being quite young, then this concert would be crowned the Lord of Rubbish. So I was dying to hear some nice music again, at the Sanctuary.

But the night screwed up. The event was "Tie me up", all about wearing ropes, tape and handcuffs and things. And I couldn't do it. I tried to play along for a while, without using any of the bad things myself, but it was no good. I just left, quickly, without even saying cu to the others. The rest of the evening wasn't very fun.

Black

I've been shopping lately. Looking for new stuff, and ending upp in all sorts of shop. Like where everyone wears ears and tails. And places where they sell tanks. I don't mean the top kind of tanks, but the big metal ones with a long pipe sticking out. I seen places where everything they sell is dripping with blood. And shops full of ties.

So now I got a lot of new stuff. I've been choosing what I like, not what I need. And, oh, have I ended up with everything in black... And strange hair. I think I have started developing into who I want to be. Or, at least, what I'm going to be. Black, mainly.

I think I'm going to do something about my inventory now. Delete cheap and ugly stuff. Freebies. But that old problem of mine remains. I almost opened the Black Cat Avatar folder some time ago, but didn't really dare. What if it comes out?

Winning

I went to the dance club tonight, and wow, I won the dressing event! I like that, winning the event. I didn't really try that hard to, but for some reason, wow. But I felt a bit sorry for Angelblue, who looked a darling, out of everyone's league, and still didn't get the votes. Well, anyhow, a new event is already going on. The Grand Victory of Serval is already forgotten. C'est la vie.

A MESSAGE FROM GOD

GREETINGS.
I HOPE YOU ARE ALL WELL.

THERE IS A SUPER-AVATAR.
SERVAL DOESN'T THINK SO, BUT THERE IS.
THERE IS A HUMAN CONTROLLING HER.
THERE IS A GOD.
THERE IS ME.
I CHOOSE TO INTERVENE, TO PUT THINGS STRAIGHT.

SERVAL IS AN AVATAR, AND SHE'S STILL QUITE YOUNG.
SHE HAS NOT BEEN AROUND MUCH IN 2ND LIFE.
ALL SHE KNOWS IS HER DANCE CLUB, SOME OTHER CLUBS AND THE MALLS WHERE SHE LIKES TO GO SHOPPING.
SHE HAS NO EXPERIENCE AT ALL FROM 1ST LIFE (AND AS SHE DOESN'T BELIEVE IN 1ST LIFE, SHE DOESN'T LISTEN MUCH WHEN OTHERS TALK ABOUT IT, SO SHE DOESN'T LEARN).
ALL IN ALL, SERVAL KNOWS LITTLE ABOUT NUMBERED LIVES.

WHEN INVENTING HER HUMAN MIA, SERVAL DOES HER BEST.
YOU CANNOT EXPECT AN AVATAR WHO CAN'T COUNT, WHO DOESN'T KNOW OF NEW YORK, BERLIN OR LONDON, OR WHO DOESN'T KNOW THE CONCEPT OF A MASCARA BRUSH (BUT RATHER KNOWS MAKEUP AS A KIND OF READY-MADE MASK THAT YOU PUT ON AND TAKE OFF IN AN INSTANT), TO CORRECTLY DESCRIBE AN IMAGINARY HUMAN IN 1ST LIFE.

I HAVE WHISPERED INTO SERVAL'S EAR WHILE SHE HAS BEEN SLEEPING.
I HAVE TOLD HER VITAL THINGS, TO GUIDE HER CREATIVITY.
BECAUSE, UNLESS MIA REFLECTS AT LEAST A SHADE OF THE TRUE SUPER-AVATAR, MYSELF, SERVAL CANNOT REFLECT HER HUMAN, AND CANNOT BE SERVAL ANYMORE.
BEING SERVAL WITHOUT KNOWING ME IS IMPOSSIBLE.
SERVAL DOESN'T KNOW IT ALL.
SHE KNOWS THOSE VITAL THINGS, AND CREATES THE REST FROM WHAT SHE KNOWS ABOUT THE WORLDS.
WHICH ISN'T MUCH.
SO MIA ISN'T ME.
WHAT MIA DOES ISN'T NECESSARILY WHAT I DO.
MIA IS AN IMAGINARY MANIFESTATION OF THE GOD SERVAL DOESN'T BELIEVE IN, AND CAN'T FULLY UNDERSTAND.
MIA IS, IN SHORT, WHAT SERVAL WOULD LIKE HER GOD TO BE.
NOT WHAT HER GOD IS LIKE.

THEREFORE, THERE IS NO USE ALERTING THE OUTBACK POLICE THAT A MAN CALLED AARON IS SLOWLY GETTING KILLED.
THERE IS NO USE ALERTING THE CHILD CUSTODY BOARD OR EDUCATION AUTHORITIES THAT MENTALLY RETARDED LITTLE CHILDREN ARE BEING TAUGHT SEX AND DIRTY DANCING IN SCHOOL.
THERE IS NO USE ALERTING ENVIRONMENTAL PROTECTION AGENCIES OR GREENPEACE THAT ANIMALS ARE BEING SYSTEMATICALLY ABUSED.
IT DOESN'T HAPPEN EXACTLY THAT WAY.
THAT WAY IS SERVAL'S WAY OF TELLING WHAT HAPPENS.
IT'S HOW SERVAL IS WRITING HER GOSPEL OF MIA.

THERE MAY REALLY BE A SCHOOL.
THERE MAY BE ANIMALS, ALIVE OR FOR LUNCH.
THERE MAY EVEN BE A COUNTRY, AND A FAMILY.

SERVAL IS DOING HER BEST MAKING MIA UP, BUT SHE DOESN'T GET EVERYTHING RIGHT.
SO PLEASE DON'T SEND THOSE ANGRY MAILS ANY MORE.

YOURS, ETC.

A month

It has happened again. The sleeping. I went to one of the places I go sometimes, and they said they hadn't seen me for a month. (Ok, there we are again. I don't really know how long that is, a month, but by now I've learnt it is a very long time.) They asked what I had been up to, and I said sleeping. They laughed. They said I must have been very tired, or very drunk, when going to bed.

"i don't sleep in a bed", I said.

"no, we bet you don't", and they laughed even more.

Now they think I've been to bed with someone for a month. I have to make up a story, and have Mia tell them, or they will think strange things about me.

"dear diary,

this last month has been a bit unusual to me. there has been a vacation. i decided not to go away for the short holiday headmaster suggested, as i have things to do here at home and can't leave. but then someone killed four of paddy o'brian's hens one nigth, they were found on the roadside next morning, and for some reason they blamed me. i don't even have a car or a utility, but that didn't matter to them. the judge ruled that i had been seen out and about in the middle of the night on several occasions, by different trustworthy witnesses, and it was therefore likely that i had killed the hens, probably while driving drunk. i was sentenced to fourteen days in prison. the judge also found it likely (as i was now known not to be the sweet schoolteacher everyone had thought i was, but a villain stalking the nights) that i was guilty of a theft of rum a year ago, and of the molestation of sheep that has been recently discovered, and gave me fourteen days more. first he also ordered to have me lobotomized, but after me crying quite a bit he changed the surgery into three months of community service.

and now i'm back home, after fourteen plus fourteen days behind bars. headmaster doesn't want me in school anymore, and the humans who feed the children in the evenings are picketing the schoolhouse to make me go, but the teachers' union is supporting me. they say i have the right to keep my job. in the evenings, i do my penal servitude, cleaning toilets in old ladies' houses and plunging wombats out of pipes never plunged before. but the worst thing is that uncle aaron started recovering while i was away. he's sober now, after joining some therapy group, and i can't leave the school at night anymore because of the pickets, so he's probably sleeping a lot, too.

for all these years, i have kept cat out of things. but i think i may have to tell him now, to ask him to help me.

mia"

I wonder if this story will do?