I look back at the Squip to see his reaction. I am taken aback by what I see. He looks so sad. He looks... broken.
I am not broken.
Can you please not read all of my thoughts? It would be nice to have some privacy.
Maybe if you tried to hide your thoughts, they wouldn't ring around in MY head.
Let's just call this a warning. I cannot deal with a repeat of the play. I have enough to deal with as it is.
Jeremy, the play incident was a bug. There was a glitch in my code. That will not happen again.
I can tell that Squip is back to his normal, smart ass attitude. I guess thats better than an emotional wreck.
Smart ass?
God Squip, can you go back to not caring? All the questions are almost worse than the zapping.
I feel a shock go up my spine.
What the hell?!
You asked for that one.
I can tell that you are really trying here.
I am pissed at Squip. Why did he have to come back now? Things have just settled down from the play, Christine hangs out with me more, and Michael is my best friend again. Now I have to deal with THIS?!
I can see when I am not wanted.
Wait, no-
I hear a female voice in my head.
"Your SQUIP has gone into sleep mode. It will not be available for the next few hours. Thank you!"
Great. Just what I needed. A pissy Squip and no way to talk to him. I am not gonna deny, it will be nice to have a Squip again to help me, but I am afraid of what happening at "A Midsummer Nightmare About Zombies" happening again. I could not deal with that. Maybe I should try to wake up Squip and talk to him. He said he has emotions now. He took an upgrade right? Maybe if I treat him like a person, try to be a friend, things may not go bad. God, Michael is gonna kill me when he finds out.
Squip, wake up.
No response.
Please Squip, wake up.
Still nothing.
Goddamnit Squip wake the fuck up.
I'M UP! Ok I'm up.
Is he really tired? Damn he is a computer and he is TIRED.
My upgrade.
Huh?
My upgrade was meant to be so I could know what it's like to live like a human. So, I sleep like one, eat like one, I can even have a physical form. It helps me to better analyze how to make you popular. If I know how you FEEL it can affect how I go about making you more chill.
Wait, like other people can see and feel you? How does that work?
Well, in the same way I can access your nerves, if sombody touches my physical form, I can manipulate their nerves to feel me. And I can make them see me as well in the same way.
Ok, that makes sense. But, I'm not a loser anymore. I don't need you anymore.
I regret the words right as I say them. I mean, he has feelings too right? I would hate someone telling me they don't need me.
No, don't regret anything, I understand. But I can carry you through popularity. You can't just gain popularity, you have to maintain it. You have to SURVIVE it. The popular kids will eat you alive.
Wait, you really think that?
No Jeremy, I don't think that. I know that. The popular croud is ruthless. They will tear you limb from limb.
But, Rich is popular, and he has no Squip.
Yes, but Rich as been popular for a few years, you have been popular for a few weeks.
Ok, so, I can figure it out on my own.
I knew enough information to be able to navigate the poular crowd.
Do you really know them though?
Yeah, I- wait. I told you to stop reading my thoughts.
It is nearly impossible for me to do that Jeremy. I live inside your mind, and I see everything.
Well, ok fine.
I realize it's not his fault. He can't control any of this. I carefully sheild my thoughs so he can't see what I'm planning.
Can you come here please?
Um, yes, I can.
Squip disappears and then re-materializes in front of me. I stand up and take a step forward, wrapping my arms around his waist. He stands akwardly for a second before he wraps his arms around my shoulders.
What is this for?
I realize that you cannot control any of what is happening to you, and I wanted you to know that I am not mad at you.
T-thank you.
I pull back and he sits there for a minute, a bluish tint to his face. He smiles at me, the sight of it is unsettling.
I still don't trust you though.
You have no reason to trust me.
With that, Squip goes back into sleep mode. I sigh, laying down to try to go sleep for myself.
