Every now and then, that is, usually on Wednesdays, the grid… The Grid… the substratum of all the metaverse… the holy ground we walk on… well, you know, the grid… is closed for maintenance. All that we can see of our beloved land that we are temporarily expelled from, is a small image on the Second Life's site. And every time, there is some monkeys with the bones attached to their right hands, and nobody else. Banging over the grid. Hopefully, there is a black monolith somewhere around. We all had enough bad moments in the days after big updates that we should consider if that level of stress can be health hazard for both our lives.
Some of traumas are individual. It is some kind of the lottery we're all condemned to play. If you just had no luck in combination of the graphics card in your computer, operating system you use and class of server which is your beloved sim on, you lose in this turn. Sometimes your skin will become partly black. That will usually happen after teleporting to your favourite club, wearing your most seductive dress ready to fire up your best walking animations. In the case that you don't feel this as a personal attack, complete catastrophe and possible nervous breakdown then it will happen all the time. At least after 80% of all your teleportations. Or you won't see other people except their attachments. You'll find yourself in the ghost city. All around you there will be walking shoes, hairs that waves in the wind and occasional jewelry that floats in the air, but there will be no people to see.
But you know that there is light on the end of every tunnel, even those sewers of the Nexus Prime eventually lead somewhere. There will be sunshine after rain, and there will be another update. And everything will be fine. Another group of residents will be there to suffer the collective karma. Or is it something like some flu or some kind of disease like that. We all need to have it from time to time and it usually lasts for a week.
Other times there are big catastrophes all over the grid. Like we all lose our inventories and money for a while. Or like ultimate teleportation collapses. But even then the personal luck is important. It you are stuck in a nice sim with interesting and nice and liked and loved people, i.e. the good crew, then who cares about teleports. Some kind of Cyber Decameron is coming to my mind. We are stuck here so let's live our second lives at full. Private party is on!
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