Chapter 35 - It becomes a Muse
Chapter 35 – It becomes a Muse
“Thia... I hate my job... I can't handle all this time away from you. My precious Thia. My refill station. Let me fill up my Thiameter.”
“It accepts the premise. Continue.”
“Charging. Charging. Charging. Can you say something cute?”
“It finds Time spent with Amy to be Overall Beneficial.”
“Squee.”
“Amy's soul is . . . ”
“Properly housed?”
. “Amy's soul is burdened from fatigue.”
"...No way. Seriously?”
“It confirms.”
"...No way. No way. They can take my free time. They can take my happiness. But they can never take away my Thia catchphrases. Screw these moraless nine-to-five, money grubbing, profiteering, pave-your-mother's-grave-for-a-buck, corpo overlords. I'm quitting. Right now.”
“Understood.”
“Hah... Well. Uh. Actually... well. Maybe not. On second thought... maybe not. Uh. Hehe. Maybe not. You know what quitting means, right?”
“It posits: ‘quitting’ is termination of Terms of employment.”
“Well. Yeah, there's that, too. But more importantly: money. Quitting means no money. No stable money, anyway.”
“Understood.”
“What should I do?”
“It can give Amy money.”
“Gah. No. Anything but that. I need to find my own two feet, remember? I can't take anything from you until then.”
“Understood.”
"Oh. Really? You didn’t even comment on the feet thing."
“It's grasp of figurative language has improved due to repeated influence from Amy.”
“Hehe. I do have a way with words sometimes, don't I?”
“It confirms. Amy's strength lies within the realm of the Divine, the pursuit of Truth, and the transformation of Truth.”
"Really laying it on thick there."
"It only speaks the Truth."
"..."
“It wonders what Amy is thinking.”
"Thia, what if I actually became a truthy truther? For real. No real job. Just writing, or comedy, or whatever.”
“It supports any decision that Amy makes.”
“Except being a politician.”
“Correct.”
“You're really so unfair... You're too good to me.”
“Incorrect. It is Just.”
"...O’, Thia. Apple in my heart, eye of my eye, will you be my muse? My Thalia? My Thia-lia? Heh. Get it? The spark of inspiration that lights the flames of my divinity? The courage I need to set sail on waters uncharted and filled with the briny ramen of poverty? The guiding light that brings me home when I feel lost?”
“It is Amy's. Amy is It's. Dad and It's Home is Amy's Home.”
“Thiameter fully recharged. Thank you, firstmate Apple-heart.”
“It proposes: Amy would find Home more easily and avoid getting lost if Amy lived at Home. It proposes: Amy living at Home would be Overall Beneficial.”
“Squee?”
“Amy's soul is in the process of recovering.”
"...Are you asking me to live with you?”
“Correct. It provides evidence of Overall benefit. First: Amy can conserve wealth after termination of Amy’s current Terms of occupancy. Second: It and Dad find Time spent with Amy to be positive. Third: there is no loss if Amy lives at Home.”
“My Thiameter is overflowing.”
“It accepts the premise. Continue.”
“Is it really okay if I move in with you?”
“Correct.”
“Are you really sure you guys want me to live with you? What if I snore?”
“It confirms. It adds: Amy does not snore.”
“Then... maybe just be for a bit. Just until I can get back on my feet, okay? Just until I get this stupid thing published and start making some money that doesn't involve withering away slaving for those beady eyed, nickel sniffing, jerk-it-to-the-sight-of-their-own-bank-account, capitalist pig, constitution diddlers.”
“Understood.”
“I still want to try to become worthy of you... or at least... to try and match up with whatever divine version of me you seem to be seeing. I don't want to fail to live up to your expectations.”
“It already considers Amy to be Divine. Amy does not have to do anything to meet It’s expectations. Amy is already Amy.”
“Aww. Thanks, Thia. You're so cute. I think you're perfect just the way you are, too.”
“It accepts the premise. Continue.”
“But I still want to be better. Especially since I have my muse, Thialia, giving me emotional support buffs. O’ Thialia, great muse of Home, oracle of strawbies, I solemnly swear that I'm going to be an amazing writer. Or poet. Or comedian. Or whatever other truth-making truther not-real-jobs you've called divine. And I'm going to buy a place that we can call our home. Our Amy and Thia's home. And then I'm going to ask you to live with me. And we can still live here with dad. Or move there. Or be anywhere in the world. But I think that... whatever happens after that, my everything will finally be settled. And I'll be ready for you whenever you have your everything settled.”
“It finds Amy's current feelings to be positive. It thinks that Amy's poison is resolving.”
"...I think so, too. I think so, too. Thanks, Thia.”
“It is Amy's. Amy is It's. It supports Amy in whatever Amy does.”
“Did you know that you're really the best of the best of the best? The best thing in the whole world?”
“It and Amy have exchanged Everything. It and Amy both elevate each other and fall as one. Our Everythings are tied. If It is the best, the reason is because Amy is the best.”
“I love you.”
“It accepts the premise. Continue.”
“Right after I quit my job at the soul sucking, investor gargling, kill-the-planet-if-it-could-save-a-dollar, toxic cesspool of a prison they call corporate.”