Jolly's

So I presume I'm dead. Well that wasn't as bad as Hollywood made it out to be, my life didn't even flash before my eyes! The mere notion is absurd, how can my life flash before my eyes as I'm losing it? Nobody sees what they've lost and they certainly don't know it's missing until they look for it. How can I see something I'm losing before I even know I've lost it?

No, no...Death passed by quickly, and even with its speed I still thought of her, my love. She called me grouchy, moody, hardworking, stubborn, but most importantly she called me hers. Her amber eyes would greet mine every morning at the breakfast nook; a table for two, with a green checkered table cloth stolen from the diner where we had our first date 60 years ago.

Well it was part of the trade between myself, Larry (the manager) and Greg, the guy with a name tag) for him I'll use the term "server" very liberally. Abigail never finishes her food and so I, well I wrapped it up after Greg refused, this probably had something to do with the color of our skin. Abby said I should've known better, and I did but a line has to be drawn somewhere. Luckily I knew Larry from church and he straightened everything out.

Abby and I have had breakfast at "Solly's" together every morning until five years ago. "Breast cancer", said Doctor Aisley, I crumbled but she held her head up high, walking out with dignity, nothing could shake her, and in her final moments she looked ready for a magazine shoot, and I held on knowing I was losing her.

Huh, I guess you can see something as that hasn't been lost yet. "The roaring sees will become still, and the howling wind will eventually subside, the blazing sun will be no match for the clouds and the rain will bring new life. Though the elements may scream or gently caress, the stars will always eventually shine, supporting the light of the moon. The day will turn and yesterday's problems will be no more, for the Lord has granted the present. He is in control." I guess these are the last words I mutter on this Earth as I move over.

This is probably the moment where Jenna creates a new life, ugh, her simoleons as bountiful as the growing electricity bill she must be racking up. We can see you Jenna! This dumb diamond above our head means nothing, nothing! Honestly her God complex is off the charts, Abigail and I would play with her; purposefully getting stuck behind the disgusting chairs she picked out and the, I want say wallpaper but can't without an infliction at the end.

Oh goodness, the grim-reaper is stuck! Should I help? Maybe under my breath so she doesn't see. "Charles, are you looking for bone marrow? Just unlatch the door!" His dad was a lot more professional.

Did she not think to feed me when the diamond turned from green to red? She was probably day dreaming about John. A name as rudimentary as the wheel. Granted she did give us a nice life, "motherlode" certainly helped me starve in a four story house with an elevator. I did make Lobster Thermidore when Jenna finally got her well need rest, middle school must be tough.

Not sure it justifies me flirting with Johanna Lundgrove at SimCity mall to the point where everything besides the "social" bar was full...talk about desperation. Is she projecting onto us? Jenna, you're far too good for chest pressing, creatine snorting, shops at baby section John; the muscular wooden wheel.

Her parents have been fighting quite a lot lately and her cries don't escape us. Our love hate relationship is equally balanced, we're just over the top pantomime expressions of humans, I blame the marketing department. We love you Jenna.

I wonder when these humans will realize we're just them without the social constraints? I wonder when they'll realize the Sims are a just a group of about two hundred digital men and women being remade every time you "create", we have full profiles on all our owners. We have lived many wonderful lives.

Except with Billy Sheppard, my second owner...The Sims 2 was a strange time for everybody, and yet even he is in our vaults. These vaults are housed in The Gregarious Muffin Plaza of Geoffrey; we're a lot more creative than just "Sim City." Here we keep records of the lives we've touched, meeting our users where they're at and giving them an escape from whatever troubles they have.

Mothers were made on the other side of the screen, caring for new born's and watching them grow, boys who never met their dad played catch with us and felt connection like never before, along with many hit and misses from would-be interior designers. Careers started here and creativity thrived and died here, our bits don't judge, that's a computer joke, bits.

Well now I'll pass over and be assigned someone new, I'll meet Jenna's new caretaker and pray that she be okay. My bus for The Gregariou- okay maybe we do need a little direction, we'll just say the muffin place. I'll hang up my card and chart the progress we made with Jenna and hopefully I will have a full family one day.

I'll sit on the porch and watch the grad kids play on the front lawn, and maybe Abigail will be there too, or the kid's turn into gremlins and spend every waking minute watching those ridiculous videos, I'll never understand trends; but as mentioned earlier, our love and hate are perfectly balanced. I pray for the opportunity to watch life before my eyes, and Abigail will be there too, I will look for her.

With all my soul I will search until I find peace in her embrace. Goodbye Jenna, you are loved.

This game is becoming too realistic.