It's Called a "Super"computer For a Reason

Chapter 8

(Y/N) POV
Junior Year

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Key
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'Thoughts/Thought Dialogue'
"SQUIP Dialogue"
"SQUIP controlling (Y/N) speech"

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     "Well," Squip took his hands from behind his back, motioning toward the front door of Jeremy's house. "Here we are." I knocked on the door. Apparently, the bell hasn't worked for ages. There was some thumping, them the door opened to reveal Jeremy. "Oh, hey, (Y/N)." The teen moved out of the way, inviting me inside. "Humans first." Squip smirked, motioning for me to enter the house. I step inside, seeing the now familiar sight of Jeremy's home. It was rather nice. I think his dad is a lawyer or something. I follow Jeremy to his bedroom door. He opens it, to be greeted by Michael sitting on the bed, seemingly waiting for Jeremy to come back. "Oh, hey, (Y/N)!" Michael smiled. "Sup, Michael." I waved. I walked toward the bed, ignoring the socks scattered about the floor, some luckier than others. Those unlucky few were mostly near and in his trash can, near his desk. I jump onto the bed, grabbing the controller Jeremy was handing me. "So," Michael looked at me. I turned to face him. "Jeremy was telling me about how Rich was trying to sell him this "SQUIP" thing for like $600. It's apparently some drug that makes you cool. Now, I personally think he's scamming him really weirdly. But what do you think?" I looked at Squip through my peripheral vision, raising my eyebrows. "Go ahead. Tell them." He nodded. "Rich told me about it in the bathroom. That's actually why I was gone for so long. He gave me one, actually..." I brought my knees up to my chest, hugging them. "Really? Did it work?" Jeremy said excitedly. "Yeah, it was really weird. It's basically a blue Keanu Reeves that tells you what to do." SQUIP scowls at me. 'What? That's you in a nutshell.' "No it isn't. I don't just tell you what to do. My task is to improve your life." 'Okay. Sorry.' I sigh. "The Squip's primary function is to improve your life, so it'll basically do whatever it can to do so. Yes, that was my own explanation." 'Happy?' I scowled at my Squip. He smiled, then nodded. "So give Rich the $600?" Jeremy asked, quirking an eyebrow. "He could get it from the PayLess for only $400." "Don't. His guy is only charging $400." Jeremy nodded. "And you're getting this information from?..." Michael skeptically asked. "My Squip." I answered simply. "And it knows this how?" He pressed. "It's a super computer, Michael." I replied. "Right..." "So do you guys want to go to the mall with me after play rehearsal?" I looked at my Squip. He sighed, then replied. "By the way this is going, it would be smart to continue hanging out with Jeremy. After he gets his Squip, it will be much easier for you to befriend the popular students." I stifle a laugh. Michael and Jeremy look at me questioningly. "He just- He just suggested that I hang out with the Populars." I laugh. "I assure you I'm being serious." 'Yeah, no. I'm definitely not doing that. I'm happy right where I am, thanks.' I smile. "It would improve your life drastically if you were to befriend the popular students at your school." I roll my eyes, ignoring any more attempts to convince me of hanging out with the Populars. "So, guys, what level are we on again?"

     I was walking home, being guided by the street lights above the sidewalk. "If you didn't want to be popular, then why did you take me?" 'Rich was making me really uncomfortable about it. I was hoping nothing would happen so he would leave me alone. I'm surprised you didn't know that, with you being in my brain and all.' "Why are you so against hanging out with them?" I stroked my chin, acting like I was thinking. 'It's probably because they bully me and my friends constantly. And they might end up making me choose between friend groups. I don't want any of the drama that will ensue when I choose my "loser" friends.' SQUIP quirked an eyebrow. "Why would you choose them?" Squip looked me in the eyes. 'Y'know... I feel more like myself around them. They don't judge me for my interests. I can embrace my inner weirdo.' "If you don't want me to improve your life, why am I here?" I smiled. SQUIP seemed confused by this. 'Making me popular isn't the only way to improve my life. We could just stick to the basics. Y'know, good mental health and communication. Sound fair?' I ask, turning back to the path ahead. The man beside me sighed. "I suppose. My purpose is to improve your life, not make you popular. I'm surprised that's not something you want. Every teenager hopes to be popular." I chuckle. 'Have you seen Michael? He's just happy to get stoned with his friends.' "He's just realized he's hopeless." I stop in front of the door. 'He is not hopeless. He's just into older stuff." "It's very likely he'd get along with your brother." I nod. I turn the door open the door, seeing no sign of my mother. I sigh, walking up the stairs. I slip off my shoes, throwing them into a corner. I don't even bother changing before falling face first into the bed. 'Arguing with you, and winning, might I add, had made me tired. Goodnight, Squippy.' "Sleep tight, slugger. We've got a lot of work to do." I ignore the new nickname, slipping away into blissful sleep.

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     Hey, guys! I have a pleasant surprise coming up, so buckle up! I'm writing at 5:00 AM, so the chapters have to go through 2:00 PM Marley before being published. Thank you for being patient. And thanks for readingy story. I know I say it most, if not every chapter, but it really does mean a lot. Have a good (Time of Day)! :]