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The rippleshock of chaos continues to guide me through my adventures, time yielding like a potato chip yields to a semiautomatic pie-arquebus. Vivid colors draw forth as my jetpack punchily propels me through the "new sims", and I find myself again as Torzilla, making a comfy watermelon nest in the Radiks campus. Marinating myself in the sweet juices of the vibrant almost-triangles, I observe Jillian Callahan arrive in a futuristic Second Life Police Department vehicle. Ooops, I'm busted. As I turn to flee, she offers me gracious advice that I would exert less pressure on the sim if I turned off Physical on the melonslices. Opening my Edit dialog box, I try to comply, but find that some of the fruits are fornicating with one another in an act of prim-interpenetration, and so, I *shrug*. I snap a few more photos before quickly deleting the whole lot as to not cause a violation of the TOS.

Jillian and I chat for awhile. She has?a real knack for siren sounds, a whole collection, and so it's appropriate she informs me?about this particular obsession of hers. She, like myself, is an Aspie, and I can relate all too well.?We continue to converse as I hop in for a ride in her SLPD skycruiser, and along the way, we come across a collection of FOR SALE signs. Liltingly, she muses to me about the idea of a future museum featuring these very indicators of land that is yet to be bought. I figure it's relevant and indubitably important to SL history.

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We continue to zoom around, observing a variety of FOR SALE signs in our travels. Looking for the Anshe Chung ones — which are among the most?famous in all of the gridverse — we find ourselves at a loss so far. Jillian muses on the irony of the situation: when we're actually looking for them, they don't show up. Nevertheless, we come across one instance of FOR SALEosity after another: signs that spin so they can be viewed from any angle, signs that blink and change colors quicker than a drowning Pollock painting, and even signs that are oddly disturbing by their very lack of motion. Hmmmph.

At long last after surveying some other sights, we come across what appears of be a peninsula bearing the very mark of Anshe. Following getting tossed by a poorly-programmed home security script, Jillian and I fall to the earth below. I glide down with my jetpack's extended wings, cool virtual breeze feeling like nothing at all. Examining these relatively new version of the signs?closely, we soon approach one of them up close, and pose for photos.

I do hope that yes, one day, there will be a museum of FOR SALE signs in Second Life.

Perhaps further in the timeline,?it too would be FOR SALE*.
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*although, it'd be hard to tell.