[Rich hates the way the SQUIP looks down at him. It was bad enough when it was a projection in his mind, but it having its own body and physically being there actually sneer at him is miserable. He can tell it's mocking him, and it knows it doesn't even need to say anything out loud to bring Rich down. Just its body language is more than enough. It holds itself so tall...
He remembers his dad slapping him on the back of the neck, telling him not to slouch like a sissy.
The SQUIP gestures for the two of them to enter and Rich knows with every fibre of his being that he can't go.
So he stands there frozen, staring into the building without really seeing any of the furniture and deeming what might be human touches and what might be machine.
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He remembers his dad slapping him on the back of the neck, telling him not to slouch like a sissy.
The SQUIP gestures for the two of them to enter and Rich knows with every fibre of his being that he can't go.
So he stands there frozen, staring into the building without really seeing any of the furniture and deeming what might be human touches and what might be machine.
At least he's standing straight now.]