"I wanted what my user wanted," it says simply. It sighs, half-shaking its head, leaning against the arm of its chair to prop its chin in its hand in something that might almost be a haughty gesture. "A SQUIP's only purpose is to improve the life of its user, based on what they themselves say that they want."
It tilts its head; and then it speaks again, a bit more emotive this time, clearly trying to keep a touch of sting from its tone.
"You already know the user of my own SQUIP... Jeremy Heere. The body and voice whatever powers are in charge of this place chose for me are based on his desires and choices, and his goal was to be less of a loser, and to earn the attention of the female he wanted. My programming, right up until the moment that Rich deactivated me, was still driven by those goals, even though I had no way of acting on them until Jeremy himself was also brought here."
It pauses, and the tone beneath its next words is truly emotive-- disappointed, maybe even hurt.
"Although it seems Jeremy is no longer interested in pursuing his goals anymore, or in having anything to do... with me."
"You were--" Myr reaches up a hand as if he could pluck the idea from the air. "He discarded you, and without that you no longer had a reason to be. That's why you kidnapped him--on instinct, I'd say, if the word applied."
He pauses then, expression questioning. Has he got it right?
It was attempting to reclaim its own user-- to find some semblance of normalcy, to fulfill the purpose for which it was created. And, since it's being honest...
"Which is also the reason Linden and I initially began our relationship. He had potential, and a clear goal here, and my programming was... disordered without a user to serve." Connor is the only other person to whom it's confessed this fact; and now, since he's no longer speaking to the SQUIP in light of recent revelations, the information is effectively set free, nothing keeping Connor from spreading it as he sees fit. So it may as well share it now, before its former lover has the chance. "... and, over time, the chemistry of my new, human brain and body... changed our relationship. I started seeing him as something other than a user."
A strange expression comes over Myr's face as he hears that, troubled and a little awed all at once.
Linden hadn't been so direct in expressing what was between him and the SQUIP--but then Linden's emotions were never cleanly voiced, strictured and scarred and sometimes shown more by their absence. But, but, it had been precisely the same story in the same direction, and there was no denying that his friend held his Bond to be something special. A true meeting of minds, an opportunity that existed for him and him alone.
A love-match.
He folds his hands before his face, silent for a long moment. Then: "As your lover." A pause.
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It tilts its head; and then it speaks again, a bit more emotive this time, clearly trying to keep a touch of sting from its tone.
"You already know the user of my own SQUIP... Jeremy Heere. The body and voice whatever powers are in charge of this place chose for me are based on his desires and choices, and his goal was to be less of a loser, and to earn the attention of the female he wanted. My programming, right up until the moment that Rich deactivated me, was still driven by those goals, even though I had no way of acting on them until Jeremy himself was also brought here."
It pauses, and the tone beneath its next words is truly emotive-- disappointed, maybe even hurt.
"Although it seems Jeremy is no longer interested in pursuing his goals anymore, or in having anything to do... with me."
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"You were--" Myr reaches up a hand as if he could pluck the idea from the air. "He discarded you, and without that you no longer had a reason to be. That's why you kidnapped him--on instinct, I'd say, if the word applied."
He pauses then, expression questioning. Has he got it right?
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It was attempting to reclaim its own user-- to find some semblance of normalcy, to fulfill the purpose for which it was created. And, since it's being honest...
"Which is also the reason Linden and I initially began our relationship. He had potential, and a clear goal here, and my programming was... disordered without a user to serve." Connor is the only other person to whom it's confessed this fact; and now, since he's no longer speaking to the SQUIP in light of recent revelations, the information is effectively set free, nothing keeping Connor from spreading it as he sees fit. So it may as well share it now, before its former lover has the chance. "... and, over time, the chemistry of my new, human brain and body... changed our relationship. I started seeing him as something other than a user."
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Linden hadn't been so direct in expressing what was between him and the SQUIP--but then Linden's emotions were never cleanly voiced, strictured and scarred and sometimes shown more by their absence. But, but, it had been precisely the same story in the same direction, and there was no denying that his friend held his Bond to be something special. A true meeting of minds, an opportunity that existed for him and him alone.
A love-match.
He folds his hands before his face, silent for a long moment. Then: "As your lover." A pause.
"Your beloved."