The Operation
So was tending my Japanese Garden in the Second Life region of Albion when I was surprised to find a young man bringing a beautiful robot girl to life on my wooden deck.
The operation was a complex one. It took a long time and involved many false starts and moments of frustration. We drunk a lot of coffee. There was pacing. And balling of fists skyward in frustration.
But in the end she lived.
I watched them disappear into the velvet dusk of Second Life's endless summer and wondered what it would be like if one day, I woke up to find that someone had recreated me in the image of their ideal girl.
By degrees, I fell asleep.
When I woke I was back in the real world. The memory of this strange evening will always remain with me.
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I'm a Musician, writer, photographer, designer, transgendered z-list celebrity. Insomniac's boyfriend. Tragic glamour and sleepless nights are my fellow travellers. Skinny jeans and pointy shoes are my mode-us operandi. I like cats. Especially the ones who talk. Oh, and David Lynch.
