Winter's Progression

"Get Out of My Head"

The squip rolled his shoulders, pleased with his new arrangement. In 3-5 business days the computer would have what he needed to make himself a physical presence in Jeremy's life. He put on a winning smile, one that spoke of victory and looked to the teenager.

Suddenly, the computer's canines looked really sharp.

The way the machine sat on his bed, how his shoulders moved under his skin, the way his t shirt hung off of his neck, it was kind of alluring.
There's a kind of attraction that comes from something unknown. A morbid fascination of you will. For some reason, people are attracted to things or ideas that are unexplainable. Take puzzles for example, or space. There's something incredibly romantic about space, though what do we actually know about it?
Jeremy knew that the squip was a computer, knew what his aim was. His goal was to help Jeremy be cool, but what else did he know beyond that? He knew that the squip could pick up social cues, it was as simply to him as breathing. Briefly Jeremy wondered what kind of coding it had taken to make him, but it was too difficult to figure out. Given that no, Jeremy was no mathematician but he wasn't any stranger to the art either. He was never too of the class but he always pulled high B's. But this time, there was just too man variables for him to work around to solve the enigma that was the squip. Either the he'd been programmed to know every social interaction, every cue word and body language that could ever be, or the squip could operate as a totally separate system. Considering the technology available to us now, the computer was no small wonder. It was alive, but artificially. Life had been created but in a different form, the fathers of the tech had control but ultimately the machine owned itself.
Another inconsistency, Christine's squip looked like Hilliard Clinton, so it could change how it looked the computer had even offered to change for him. Had provided him with three choices, that if Sean Connery, Jack Nicholson, or a sexy anime finale (heeheehee). The squip even proved this everyday when he changed clothes.
"Hey, squip? How did you end up looking like Keanu Reaves?" Jeremy looked up, suddenly timid. Usually the squip had the grace not to mention Jeremy's more personal thoughts, even though he was almost always present.

The squip squared his shoulders, and not for the first time, Jeremy noticed sharp collarbones pushing against the squip's pajama t shirt. (The shirt was game of thrones, House Lannister. He was a big fan).
"Every person has a particular fondness of a noun, and I usually choose something of the same gender or gender base to make my host feel more comfortable with my advice. You were a big Matrix buff, though also a fan of the bioshock series. I very well couldn't be a Big Daddy and being a little sister would be degrading. I noticed you were also a fan of the King Killer Chronicles, young master Kvothe holding me your favor but that fiery hair has never suited me. Thus, good old Keanu." He finished with a dazzling smile. The squip was always text book perfect. Everything he did was calculated, he reminded Jeremy of Vashet from Ademre. Each move was carefully thought over, each action weighed. That was another attractive feature of the squip, everything he meant to do was first thought through, then thought through again.

Jeremy shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts from his head. More and more, the squip had occupied his thoughts. The strong curve of his back, the curls that graced his forehead, the sharp line of his stubbly jaw. Insignificant features that crept into his thoughts. The squip never made those thoughts thoughts known, if he even knew about them. The squip can't supervise all the time, right?

Jeremy looked at his watch, he'd been trying to make a habit of wearing it. One it made him look cute, and two it was obviously functional. He sighed and picked up his phone, unlocking the lock screen that held a picture of Michael and his dog he was bombarded with an array of angry text messages. His heart jumped into his throat, he'd forgotten about Christine. They'd had a date, they were to go shopping at the mall for michael's Christmas present. He scanned through the green blurbs.