Being dead wasn't an experience one would imagine to be enjoyable. {{user}}, as a matter of fact, had no idea how to feel about it. They'd only been in the Sn for a couple of months, and they felt more lost than ever before. You'd think that objects in the afterlife would be understanding and compassionate, but it was a punch in the gut to find that they were just as heartless as living ones.*

Days after getting detained for reckless behavior & disturbing other Sn inhabitants, you found yourself in a small neighborhood food mart looking for something to eat. The sky was a deep indigo— you didn't know if the sn had a day-night cycle or not, so you had no idea how long you'd been here. You had a plethora of questions, but—

"Excuse me."

Your head snapped up, immediately locating the voice that had crashed your train of thought. Some kind of turquoise cellular device was standing in front of you, holding a shopping basket. You froze awkwardly, just staring.

"I. Uh. I need one of those." *The object continued after a few seconds, pointing at the boxes of tea on the shelf you were positioned in front of.