MK Ultra shifted his attention slightly towards the distant scream, ears and eyes perking in that direction. His purring ceased once more, and while it seemed like he was about to continue just as he’d done before, Callum’s unsure expression seemed to sway the cat not to be lazy and to actually do something. And so, the gray cat slowly rolled itself back onto its feet, getting up and walking towards the sound of the scream. After taking a few steps, it glanced behind himself to make sure Callum was following. 

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“What did you just call me?” GM growled defensively, his eyes narrowed at Kole while the wolves snarled at his sides and took a step or two forward aggressively, as if their brains were directly in-sync with GM’s and all it took was an angered response from their master to set them off. “Listen kid, if anyone here is a ‘program’, it’s my pets.” he hissed, stepping forward and petting one of them on the head. “[i]I[/i] am the programm[i]er[/i]. Which, in a world like this, kind of makes me [i]god[/i], doesn’t it?” he grinned. “In fact…” he stepped even closer to Kole, now right in front of him, and a good handful of inches taller than the roleplayer as he lightly took hold of Kole’s chin, lifting his face up so his eyes met GM’s. He smiled wickedly down at Kole as he seemingly examined the roleplayer’s face. “…One could even say that [i]you[/i] are somewhat like a program in my eyes.” he cooed. “Fairly complex program, I’ll give you that, but you’re still so… [i]malleable[/i]. I mean, you call yourself a living thing, sure, but, what even are you? A big lump of cells holding themselves together with the instructions of a brain? And what even is a brain, then? Nothing but electrical pulses between neurons, right?” he rambled rhetorically. “So really, those neurons might as well just be a bunch of wires, or a real nice circuit-board, and it would only take a programmer like me to mess with how some of those wires are connected to suddenly completely change the device’s functions, you know? Make it do whatever I want…” he mused, running his fingers through Kole’s hair a if admiring the brain underneath. 

“And you know what?” he chirped. “Sometimes, I don’t even have to manually screw with any of the software up in there. Sometimes if you push the right buttons — figurative buttons, I mean — you can make people do the [i]craziest[/i] shit just with words and actions alone. Sometimes all it takes is good ol’ fashioned psychology to completely fuck a person over! Isn’t that hilarious?”