Oh sure, she still kept a burgeoning MySpace page, three-quarters of which were notices saying "Thanks for the add!", and she has a Facebook page now too. But online, LiveBaby was what she liked the most. She was almost 18, and she didn't care in the least that the site was marketed to girls half her age. It was less playing dolls online, and more like one of those virtual pets. Hell, she remembered when Tamagotchi was all the rage, and now Nintendo even has a version.
But here was her great love. LiveBaby.
She had a "three month old" little girl named Cynthia. She was already getting those cute little red curls. And she was so easy to please too. Her happiness levels were almost always pegged out at 100. Sure she ate like a horse (well, drank, anyway), and it was sometimes difficult to raise money for diapers, clothing and formula (via the Games, or even what counted for part-time Jobs at the LiveBaby site). Formula, that was the worst. But then, there really wasn't a way to virtually breastfeed.
Her chores done, her homework completed, she sat down at the PC. Email was checked, new MySpace friends were added, with thanks of course. She surfed to LiveBaby, and entered her login information.
WE'RE SORRY, the screen said, LIVEBABY IS CURRENTLY DOWN FOR MAINTENANCE IN ORDER TO MAKE YOUR EXPERIENCE A BETTER ONE! PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER!
No. NO. She tried again, frantically. Same thing. It wasn't a glitch. It really was down for maintenance.
She huffed, sighed, and slumped back in her chair, but instinctively entered her credentials just that one more time.
The sound of a baby crying filled the air. She bolted up, excited. She would see her Cynthia after all.
But it was still the same maintenance notice. And the crying continued.
She sighed once more. She wouldn't see Cynthia, her LiveBaby, tonight.
Not when the live baby in the other room was crying. Whatshisname. That one.
Crossposted to nano_wrimo. Please go there and read other flash fictions created for this month long challenge.