Slaps

"dear diary,
now, leaving the school and the station has for long seemed like a utopia. something like that. it just won't happen. but i've kept waiting. that's what i do.

when playing next life last night, when having fun on the dance floor, some guy slapped serval's bum.
'lol' he said.

'what the fuck do you think you're doing?' i made serval shout.

'what?' he said. 'u frigid?'

'you shithole! you never touch me again!'

'come on im just dancing, can't help it lol'

serval kept shouting at him while leaving. i think she won't be allowed back to that club again. i don't think she even wants to return there, or that i want her to.

mia"

Leaving

"dear diary,
now headmaster has been speaking to me again. he is concerned, he said, because neither the children nor the humans who deal a lot with the children, like giving them food in the evening and helping them do their homework, seem to understand what i have been teaching about god. in short, my religion lessons suck. headmaster thinks i use too difficult words. so now he's going to sit in for one, just to make sure where the problem is. in short, i'm in a fix. i have to find things out. true things about god. not just make everything up. or he'll sack me.

thinking of it, getting fried wouldn't be too bad. i could leave the school. i'm a lousy teacher anyhow. i could leave the station. go somewhere else. where all the humans do nice things.

mia"

Better

What I don't like, not really, is Mia's story. Being the teacher of little human children in a place where there is nothing but one shop where they sell everything from saddles to eggs, and where the most fun your little brother can have is screwing the sheep, well, it's not much of a life. Yeah, it doesn't take a lot of brains to figure out that is what he's doing. And besides, Mia found his diary. She listened to it. You know, all the sheep in the farm are numbered, and marked. And Cat is doing them by numbers, starting with KB00001. Then KB00002. Then ...003. And so on. There is a list in his diary. He's planning to do them all. And there are tens of thousands of sheep on the station. And there's headmaster. And then there's uncle Aaron. Maybe Mia should have a better story. A better life.

Mia may be from Russia. She was born some years before the wall came down, and had already joined the kiddie komsomol ninjas when that happened. After she left school, she left home and left Russia, to go to Iceland, followed by Japan, then Germany, to become a mother of four.

No! Mia lives in a hut made out of cow dung. To control her avatar, she walks for one-two-three days to the village, where the Indian man has a computer.

Nah, I think Mia should return to the school on the Island of Australia.

There's no getting away from it.

No fox

Up until now I've thought of Mia as a fox. Red tail and all. But someone told me humans look like us avatars (but not like those avatars who look like animlas, such as foxes). So I decided to make Mia a human girl. That's what Mias are. Following the same logics, Mia's brother Cat should also be a girl, but that's not the case. They told me brothers are either guys or boys. When Mia controlled me speaking to another avatar pretending to have a human, she told it all about Cat. She told it about the velcro.

"he's a fucking sick brother!" the avatar/human said. "oh shit"

Obviously Cat is sick. I don't understand why. I've heard a lot about avatars looking normal doing stuff with avatars having furs. It's just a matter of which skin you're wearing right then. So this seems to be another one of those rules I don't understand. There are special rules for how avatars should behave, and different special rules for humans. Pretending to be controlled by Mia isn't as easy as I had expected.

On the other hand, I kind of like thinking that Mia is controlling me. I've begun to like her. Like when she was bothering about my looks, I think that was sweet. So I decided to make her a nice girl, and she looks almost exactly like me.

Ugly Serval

"dear diary,
nothing much has happened at work or on the station, where i went to see cat, just to say hullo. but it was out feeding the sheep, so i came back home again, and spent some time playing next life.

i enjoy it, it's fun. i can't have the children dance at school anymore, as there have been complaints and injuries, but now i've found out that there is a lot of dancing going on in next life. i took my incarnation, undead serval, to one of those places and had her dance a lot. they have a lot of dances i've never seen before, and that's fine, i like learning new things. what buggers me is that my incarnation isn't looking as good as many of the others. not that it really matters, not that it matters at all, but i really would prefer my new incarnation to look good when dead. or undead. i have to figure out a way to make her look better. maybe i need to bring her to one of those shops i've seen around, there seems to be a lot of them.

now, my original plan was to learn more about god, to teach the children, but i have to confess (which in itself may be a little bit religious, i'll remember that) i haven't seen much of what i assume is godliness around. most activities in next life seem to be centered around walking, talking and having sex. dancing, too. or just sitting in places doing nothing. there is also a lot of shopping going on, of course. all in all, next life seems to mirror what happens on the station on saturdays, when all the humans don't have to work. the only differnce being that in next life, there seems to be no rum.

i've learnt that a cross means god, so i got serval one of those and hung it around her neck. and because headmaster told me that angels have halos, i also created (you can do that in next life, create things) one of those and put it on serval's head. it looks really cool. i made it black. now, that's religion.

mia"

Undead

Can you believe what Mia wrote in its diary?!

"dear diary,

the children have been good these days, ever since 'god' told them about the agonies involved with frying after having been bad to your teacher. so i decided to investigate this subject further. i soon found out about this next life, to which the headmaster was referring when speaking of that frying business. it made little sense to me, so i dived straight into it, and wow, it wasn't at all as boring as i had expected.

first, i had to name an avatar. it makes sense, as avatar is another word for incarnation, and to have a next life, you need to incarnate again. as your original incarnation was buried, or fried, or whetever. then this incarnation, which i named serval, because it's a cat and my brother's name is cat, entered the next life.

i'm still a bit puzzled, because i'm still here, in australia, spending this evening in the school, and hearing the headmaster doing it's chores in it's house closeby. so i am alive. at the same time, i've entered the land of the dead. my incarnation is clearly alive, too. i can see it moving. i can even see it flying (which, by the way, is totally normal in next life, yeah, headmaster told me of little angels, it wants me to teach the children about them). does this make me a living dead here in australia? or an undead in next life? i will have to investigate this thing further.

one really nice thing about this world behind the veil is the absence of sheep. i haven't seen a single one yet. i've seen cats and dogs and foxes, but no sheep. that's a bonus. there must be a hell of a barbecue going on in purgatory. and another thing is, this afterlife seems quite cool, quite laid-back. i took all my clothes off, just for the hell of it, and went about stark naked. no-one seemed to notice. at first i thought i was undead for real and was not seen by the incarnations i met, but then someone wrote to me and suggested sex. that was hilarious, you should have seen the size of his member! i declined in a nice way, saying he shouldn't sleep with the dead, which seemed to confuse him. i'm of course not very interested in such things. this incarnation just couldn't know. he said, in a humorous way, he would go an screw a fox or a real serval instead. i'm glad he didn't say a sheep. anyhow, next life doesn't seem to be exactly what headmaster is expecting. and in tomorrow's god class, i will teach the children about members the size of baseball bats.

mia"

The voice

I wonder what Mia's been up to?

"dear diary,
i think i'm in a fix. headmaster will have me fried if i don't teach god, and what do i know. ok, i've heard some things. maybe that's enough. i could make the rest up. i guess the children won't notice. they aren't really ... bright. and those who complain about children getting hurt in school, they aren't much of a problem, because the children won't be able to tell them. this will be deep stuff. too deep for most.

'good morning, children', i will say. 'today we'll talk about god. do you know what god is?'

'yes miss', they will shout, 'it's watching over us all the time and helping us in our lives'

'oh. well. right. and you know what?'

'no miss, what miss?'

'this morning the voice of god spoke to me'

'oooh miss'

'and it said:'

I HAVE COME TO U
BECAUSE THERE HAS BEEN MUCH FUN AND GAMES LATELY
DANCING AND ALL THAT
LAUGHS AND GIGGLES
APPLES BROUGHT TO SCHOOL
AS WELL AS VOMBATS
I CAN'T REMEMBER TELLING US TO DO THAT
U MUST REMEMBER I'M YOUR SHEPHERD
AND U ARE MY SHEEP'

'yeeeah, sheep!' they will shout.

'NOW U MUST BE QUIET FOR THE REST OF THE DAY
AND TOMORROW MISS MIA WILL TELL U THE REST OF MY WORDS
ONE SINGLE SOUND
A SINGLE COMPLAINT ABOUT THE LUNCH
EVEN IF U DON'T LIKE THE MUTTON AND EGGS
A SINGLE WORD
A SINGLE LAUGH
AND U WILL FRY
U KNOW WHAT I MEAN'

i kind of like this. it's a good plan.

mia"