Blue. That’s what I remember first. Blue of the sky.
To the other side, green of the sea.
I stand where sea and sky merge into light, as if that merging is my genesis.
At that moment, all potential exists.
I’m a man.
Click.
A woman.
I could be anything. Nothing is determined; nothing is set.
Click.
My nose is smaller.
Click.
My chin shrinks.
Click. My ears protrude less.
My forehead is pulled into a softer angle.
I feel myself settle into… me.
At this moment, I want nothing, and I have no thoughts. Is it bliss? It’s a state I’ve tried to return to, sometimes succeeding, more often failing. It’s the state of waiting, of potential, when everything is possible and nothing determined.
From this expanse, I feel the urge to create.
What is it that is at my core? What’s behind these clicks that fashion me into myself? I want to explore and understand. I want to know the perfection at the center of this process and to bring my life and all I create into alignment with it.
And with the stirring of that desire, I’ve stepped outside of the vastness of potential.
No matter how far I walk, I travel nowhere.
The blue doesn’t shift. The light doesn’t fade. The green doesn’t dissolve.
Am I traveling if space travels with me?
If I’m the only point in space, is it still space?
No matter how far I walk, I get nowhere.
Maybe it’s not that I don’t have space. Maybe I don’t have time.
Maybe this process is designed to bring me into space-time.
Click.
I’m wearing a shockingly pink shirt.
Click.
And now, I’m dressed like a 21st Century Vamp.
Click.
There are bunnies on my feet.
I have a name: Sondra.
Click.
Donetta-click-Margarite-click-Sabrina-click-McKenzie-click-Yesenia.
Click.
Chavez-click-Yashimoto-click-Junaby-click-Solomon.
Click.
Yesenia Solomon.
The space flashes to white and time enters in. Five minutes.
Click.
You ask about my back story? That’s it.
I am Yesenia Solomon, and I am a Sim. This is how I came to be, and now I’ll tell you about my digital life.
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