"A SQUIP isn't a demon, Myrobalan," it says, almost seeming offended, although the intonation is really more condescending than anything. It's exasperated by the comparison to something mythological. "They're tools, created by humans to help them."
It sits back in its chair, staring down at Myr where he sits in its floor, at once puzzled and frustrated by the odd man before it. It could very well chase him out or ask him to leave; it isn't sure why it's entertaining his request at all. Maybe it's curiosity to see how he responds to truly, entirely understanding what it is that he's helped do.
"While I do not know what the technology is like where you're from, I can take a guess based on your speech... though it will be a lot more vague now that your friend has taken away most of my functions." Its tone turns sharp and bitter, if only for a moment. "A SQUIP is... more like an abacus, or a measuring stick. A mechanical tool, except much, much more sophisticated than any other on the market. We were only given a personality to help us interface with our users more effectively."
As it slips into explaining the mechanics of itself-- or what it used to be-- it seems to calm down, at least somewhat. This is familiar territory it's treading.
"The physical appearance of a SQUIP can normally only be seen by its user, since we exist only inside of their brains, and they can choose how they want their SQUIP to look and act-- many users base their SQUIP's appearance on celebrities, characters, or someone they trust from their own lives. The SQUIP is completely customized to its user's preferences on activation."
It almost sounds proud; for a moment, it wants to at least pretend that this no longer applies to it.
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It sits back in its chair, staring down at Myr where he sits in its floor, at once puzzled and frustrated by the odd man before it. It could very well chase him out or ask him to leave; it isn't sure why it's entertaining his request at all. Maybe it's curiosity to see how he responds to truly, entirely understanding what it is that he's helped do.
"While I do not know what the technology is like where you're from, I can take a guess based on your speech... though it will be a lot more vague now that your friend has taken away most of my functions." Its tone turns sharp and bitter, if only for a moment. "A SQUIP is... more like an abacus, or a measuring stick. A mechanical tool, except much, much more sophisticated than any other on the market. We were only given a personality to help us interface with our users more effectively."
As it slips into explaining the mechanics of itself-- or what it used to be-- it seems to calm down, at least somewhat. This is familiar territory it's treading.
"The physical appearance of a SQUIP can normally only be seen by its user, since we exist only inside of their brains, and they can choose how they want their SQUIP to look and act-- many users base their SQUIP's appearance on celebrities, characters, or someone they trust from their own lives. The SQUIP is completely customized to its user's preferences on activation."
It almost sounds proud; for a moment, it wants to at least pretend that this no longer applies to it.