Jeremy's POV

Everything was a light, warm gray colour. Then everything suddenly turned an eye - bleeding neon cyan. An oh-too familiar voice spoke in my head.

You can't escape me. Even if you don't like it, I'm still here, Heere. Actually, especially if you don't like it.

The voice blared in my head like a megaphone. 'You're supposed to be turned off!' I shouted.

Emphasis on the 'supposed to', my friend.

'I'm not your friend! You almost singlehandedly ruined mine and everyone else's life!' I screamed defiantly at the voice. I heard a chuckle. How do computers laugh?

'I have Mtn. Dew Red spare, you know! I can shut you off right now just as easily as I can turn you on!'

You mean Michael does. He keeps a stash in his mini fridge for emergencies.

'What?! How do you know this?'

Every so often, I check on you. I see your current situation, and realize so many possibilities to improve it. I collect the information you learn just as much as your puny little brain does. Maybe more.

'...'

Speechless, eh? There are many things you yet to know about me, Jeremy. Rich could teach you.

'He doesn't have a squip anymore! And he's done with them forever!'

I know, a pity isn't it? But he has a memory, friend. Really, how stupid have you gotten without me?

'Fuck off with this friend business! In fact, could you please fuck off in general? I'd rather have a good, non-asshole infected dream!' I told it angrily. Another laugh.

Gladly, Heere. But you know very well for a fact that I'll be back. It's only a matter of time, and how you choose to spend it.

'Riddles.. Since when the fuck did you do riddles..?'

Everything turned back to that relaxing gray colour again.  I suddenly felt like I was suffocating.