
Recently the blogosphere has been atwitter with foul news...oops, I mean fowl news.
It seems that hordes of Second Lifers have built farms and have taken up raising Sion brand chickens - sophisticated prim animals that mate, lay eggs, IM the owner when they are hungry, etc. I saw the craze as an interesting phenomenon to observe and nothing more. But then, I received an IM from one of the actual birds. He had a scoop for me and told me it would blow the Sion fad wide open. He asked me to call him Esteban. I agreed to meet him in his pen the following day. When I got there, he was with a friend he called Lisa. The following is a transcript of the conversation.
Me: So, what did you want to tell me? Esteban: Not so loud! You know what those roosters over there would do to us if they overheard?
Lisa: Yes! They are SIC - Sion Inner Core.
Esteban: [nods] The guy? Sion? He promised them that he would script them the ability to fly in exchange for their loyalty.
Me: He can do that? I mean, real chi...
Lisa: You don't know Sion! He is planning something big.
Esteban: It starts with chicken owners having to buy the food, toys, carriers, medical kits, etc. But soon there will be chicken fashion, chicken orthodontia, chicken psychotherapy...
Lisa: All of these things cost plenty! And they facilitate the transfer of massive amounts of Lindens to Sion himself. Slowly, he is shifting the SLeconomy to one based on...chicken feed!
Me: What?
Esteban: Shhhhhhhh!! Yes! A prim grain based economy!! Everything will be under Sion's control!
Me: How? Does Sion have a corner on chicken feed?
Esteban: [whispers] Sion has figured out a way to harvest and store the grain grown in...in... the LL cornfield!
Me: The one they use as a time out corner to punish griefers and such? THE cornfield?
Esteban: Do I stutter? Yes!!!
Me: You're a cranky little guy, Esteban.
Esteban: You would be too if all you had to eat was stale chicken feed. Which reminds me, I gotta send an IM...
Lisa: It doesn't stop there. Sion has other plans.
Esteban: Tell her! Tell Her!
Lisa: I am trying to! BWWWWOOOOOOOOCKKKKKK!!!!!!
Esteban: Oh! An egg! Oh, Honey!
Me: Congratulations. Anyhoo...What other plans?
Lisa: Chickens on Zindra.
Me: What? That's crazy!! The Lindens will never stand for chickens on the new adult continent! No offense, but prim chicken droppings are heck to clean off of glowy prims.
Esteban: The Lindens won't have any choice. By that point, they'll be accepting corn for tier payments. And if Linden Lab only earns chicken feed...
Me: They'll only be able to employ....CHICKENS!!!!!!!!!
Esteban & Lisa in unison: YES!! Sion will be in control of Linden Lab!
Me: ZOMG! This is big!
Lisa: We told you!
Esteban: BBWWWWWOOOOOOOKKKKKK!!!!
Me & Lisa in unison: Egg?
Esteban: No! I'm a rooster! I think it was something I ate.
I left the farm wondering what to do with this information. Should I tell M? Should I tell Torley? And what will become of the chicken farmers?? And why do I have a sudden craving for barbeque?

**All names have been changed in order to protect the identities of the chickens.
** A big thank you goes to Meara Deschanel for letting me use her chicken coops for pictures.
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