It felt no different from all those times before when I've fallen asleep. Sudden dizzyness. World going black. Gone. And then, almost at once, the waking up. Waking up today took a minute or two, like it always does, and then I was back exactly where I was before getting tired. A brief catnap, all in all.
But they said I had been away for more than a week.
What's a week? I didn't want to ask them, because I think they find me stupid sometimes, me and my questions. So I asked someone else, later. He told me the following: When the sun has risen five or six times (how much is that?), it's a day, and when you have seven (?) days, it's a week. This didn't mean much to me, but then he explained it another way: If I dance the pad for a week, I would earn enough to buy a really expensive new skin. Not that I want to, I'm happy with my looks, but I got the point. A week is a very long time. And I had been asleep for that long, without noticing.
That worries me a bit. How come I didn't notice? Has something happened to my head? Do I still have that bug I got from dancing in there?
And what will happen next time I go to sleep? Will I be gone for a week again? Or even longer?
I don't want to.
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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
