Done! Yes! Killa ran into the house and danced around in the living room
shouting "Done! Done! Done! I'm done with finals! I'm free for the summer!
Yes!"
Bob looked up at her from the spot where he was slouching on the couch and said sarcastically, "So, I guess you haven't checked the mail then?"
"What are you talking about Bob? I've been too busy to worry about the mail."
"There'll be a couple of letters in there, one that the University's increasing tuition, another letting us know that our scholarships have been reduced due to poor stock market performance and the economy. Maybe you should check your box before you start celebrating your "free" summer?" Bob cocked an eyebrow at her as if to say Duh! He was such an ass sometimes, but he wouldn't make something like this up.
Killa ran down to the mailboxes at the curb, opened hers and dug through her mound of mail. There were three letters from the University, that didn't look good. She opened the first one, great, tuition really had been increased, approximately two thousand dollars per semester, how did they think she'd come up with that? The next letter was a credit card offer; that struck her as funny. Maybe they intended for her to charge her education? The last letter informed her that her scholarship had been reduced from fifteen thousand to ten thousand a year. They were very sorry, sure they were, but not as sorry as she was. All of a sudden she needed an extra nine grand for her education, great, where was she going to get that kind of money? She'd have to race for it, and her bike wasn't as fast as the newer ones, which meant she'd need to take more chances to make up speed.
All her friends would be in the same boat, what would they do? Katie's parents had money, but Julio, Toby, Liz, Kiko, and her all came from families that were either poor, or, like her family, just bad with money. This was her last year; no way was she dropping out now. She'd see her friends tonight, hear what they planned to do, then, she supposed she'd have to take Randall up on his offer and get him to help her collect that bike. Maybe if she went with him she could prevent him from doing any damage.
Killa sighed, then walked slowly back into the house and upstairs. After showering, changing and eating breakfast, it was time to catch the subway to the dojo. She really dreaded today's practice-she was exhausted, angry about the money, and dreading having to deal with Two. She'd already decided to wait until she had some sleep to talk to Kadoya about him, but she wasn't skipping practice just because he was a turkey. Maybe today would be an easy day. Right. And maybe today would be Christmas in May. And maybe she'd win the lottery. And maybe, maybe nothing. Bleah.
When she arrived at the dojo she stomped back into the changing area without saying hello to anyone. One and Two were waiting by the mat with Kadoya. Killa ignored them both.
Two watched Killa stomp across the hall, her head down and her shoulders hunched. Kadoya watched Two watching Killa and smiled when he saw the younger program's concern. Today should be interesting. He was familiar with Killa's grumpy face, it was pretty much a regular occurrence this time of year, but it should be amusing to watch Two try to deal with her today.
Fifteen minutes later Killa stomped back out of the changing room looking like hell. The sides of her mouth were turned down, her face looked pasty and exhausted, bits of hair were sticking out from her poorly tied ponytail and she glared around the room like a baleful demon. Everywhere except at Two, who she completely ignored, as if a large, white potted palm were in his place. When One told her to partner with Two, she heaved an enormous sigh and shuffled into place on the mat, still refusing to look at him.
Two, for his part, was absolutely determined to follow Betty's advice. He would NOT hurt her, he would NOT lose his temper, he WOULD be nice to her no matter what. He wasn't sure what Betty meant by "treat her like a lady" but he thought it meant to let her win. He could do this; it wasn't REAL fighting anyway, just a way for him to interact with Killa. She looked terrible today, what happened to her? And why wouldn't she look at him? That would make sparring difficult.
Killa, for her part, couldn't care less what happened. She was in that ultimate pissy place where she was so concentrated on how rotten she felt, she was determined to be as obnoxious as possible to anyone who got in her way, especially Two. She didn't care if she got hurt, she didn't care how he felt, she didn't care period. This guy couldn't really do anything to her, not with Kadoya present. Normally when she got like this Kadoya took her aside, spoke to her and let her do stretching exercises until she relaxed. Apparently these fools expected her to spar.
In a last ditch effort to be mature, Killa looked at One and asked "May I please be excused from sparring today? I am really not going to be the best partner."
One glanced at Two, who shook his head, then said flatly "No." That was it; the train wreck was now in progress.
Two aimed an extremely slow and gentle kick at her. Killa shuffled out of the way using her peripheral vision-she still wouldn't look at him directly. He stepped closer to her and she slowly shuffled to the other side of the mat staring at the wall the whole time. This went on for a bit, Two would aim a slow hit and Killa would slowly duck it. She just sort of ambled around the edges of the mat staring at the wall. Two's punches and kicks got a little faster, but Killa kept dodging them and refusing to look at him. She'd look at the ceiling, out the plate glass window at the front of the building, anywhere but Two. Since you can't exchange blows with someone who doesn't exist, Killa refused to fight back, which made it impossible for Two to let her win.
Poor Two really was at a loss to know what to do. He'd never dealt with behavior this childish and this bold. Everyone they normally dealt with thought of them as terrifying assassin programs. This really cut down on the foolishness they had to deal with, so Two wasn't well equipped to deal with Killa's behavior. He didn't want to kill her, so what should he do? He stood for a second staring at her staring at the wall, then said dryly, "Are you going to fight, or just stare at the wall?"
Killa mimicked him in a high-pitched falsetto "Are you going to fight or just stare at the wall?"
She was mocking him! Two could feel anger begin to rise in him. Perhaps he needed to let her know how he felt.
"We think that you are a better fighter than this."
Killa repeated this, again in the funny voice, but followed it up by saying something really rude, "We are a condescending ass, yes we are."
"Killa! You will show respect or you will leave!" Kadoya said flatly. "Come here now!"
Killa sighed and stomped off the mat to the office.
Two looked at One and thought "What is wrong with her? Why is she acting like that? Is this because she is still mad at us? We are not being condescending."
One replied, "We think she is just in a bad mood."
They couldn't hear what Kadoya said to Killa, and they were only in the office for a few minutes, but whatever it was Killa came out with a somewhat better attitude.
"I'm sorry I disrespected you Two." She looked like she was being force- fed lemons, but at least she was looking him in the face. "If you are still willing to spar with me, I will now do my best." The lemon face was receding a little bit.
He nodded and assumed a fighting stance. Killa matched him, then aimed a kick at his abdomen; he let her hit him and fell to the mat. She looked puzzled as she watched him get back up, then aimed a weak kick to his head. It barely connected and he fell down again. Killa was now looking pissed. "Are you making fun of me? I said I was sorry." She looked over at Kadoya, who looked irritated with the both of them.
"You both," He pointed to the office, "Now."
When they got inside the office, Kadoya pulled two chairs away from the wall, and turned them to face each other with about a foot of space between them. He pointed to Killa, then to a chair and repeated the process with Two. After they sat down, Two with an absolutely expressionless face, Killa looking guilty; he leaned against the desk and watched them for a minute without saying anything.
Finally he spoke, "Killa, Two has many things to teach you that you need to learn. I believe you wish to grow in your abilities, despite what I have witnessed today. I am aware that he has offended you in some way, but you must weigh that offense against the knowledge he has to give you. Better a skilled enemy than a weak friend, and Two is not, despite what you may believe, your enemy." Killa nodded and glanced at Two who tried to look friendly.
Kadoya turned to Two, "You will push my students to their limits as well as respect them. Your motives are your own, I do not care why you have chosen to do this, but they will not interfere with your role as a teacher. Killa wishes to learn, you will spar with her as with any other student." Two nodded.
"Now," Kadoya paused and looked at both of them, "you will not leave this office until you have worked out your differences." He then stood up, exited, and shut the door.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, both looking as uncomfortable as possible. Two watched Killa and realized that she was exhausted and worried about something. She had dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and kept playing with the end of her ponytail. In a rare moment of empathy, he realized how difficult it must be for her to face him; he began to see her as a person, not just a challenge.
"Killa, what we did yesterday was inexcusable. We think we caused you to feel helpless, we don't blame you if you hate us. We were trying to make up for it today, but we think we didn't." Two said this quietly, then held out his hand to Killa to see if she might take it.
Killa hesitated, and then took his hand, leaned forward to press it against her cheek. "It's ok Two. I don't hate you. I'm just really tired and stressed out from finals. Yesterday was, umm, strange, but I don't think you meant to hurt me."
Two reached out, began stroking her hair with his other hand and asked, "Is there anything we can do?"
Sighing, Killa scooted closer to him and said, "No, I just need to get some sleep is all. I'll be back to normal tomorrow, as close to normal as I ever get." She looked up at him and smiled wryly.
Two said nothing, but continued to stroke her hair. He undid it from the scrunchy, ran his fingers through it while watching her face to make sure she was willing to let him touch her. She had a headache; he could feel the exhaustion in her body as well. Perhaps she would let him hold her? He leaned forward to circle her with his arms, but she stood up. As he leaned back disappointed, she settled herself on his lap and put her arms around his neck. He felt pleasant surprise; that was more than he hoped for.
She snuggled into his chest, her head tucked under his chin, her warm breath against the skin of his neck. He slowly stroked her back with one hand, her hair with the other. One of her hands was idly caressing his neck, and the other was wrapped in his dreads. "Your hair is so pretty," she said quietly.
He felt her tension begin to ease, her muscles unknot and relax. Breathing slowed, body limp against him, he realized she had fallen asleep. He waited a few minutes, then picked her up and left the office.
Kadoya smiled when he saw Two holding a sleeping Killa curled against his chest, then he walked back to the practice area to watch his granddaughter continue practicing. Perhaps these two would work out well, at least for a while.
Two stood, exited the office silently, and carried her upstairs to their unlocked apartment, then laid her on his newly programmed bed. She woke up briefly, realized where she was, then smiled at him sleepily and said, "You don't have to go."
"You need sleep," he whispered, then immediately sat down next to her.
"It's ok," she said.
Two reached for her, and she nestled close to him. She pillowed her head on his shoulder and sleepily looked into his eyes. He wanted to kiss her, but settled for stroking her hair until she fell asleep with a contented sigh. The warm weight of her body against his felt comforting; he found himself slipping into rest as well.
One walked upstairs after he dismissed the class. He sensed a feeling of peaceful satisfaction from his brother's resting mind. The door to his brother's room was open so he peeked inside. Two and Killa were entwined on the bed, Two's arms around her, his leg over hers, her cuddling up against him half-smiling in her sleep. One stepped closer, and briefly watched her while she slept. The front of her jacket had loosened as she moved in her sleep; One could barely see the curve of a soft round breast. He moved closer and settled into a chair by the bed, studied her face, lingered on her throat and lips, the curve of her hip where his brother's hand lay-he wished he could join them.
Maybe Killa would be able to accept their nature; she accepted Kadoya, but that could be because he seemed much closer to human that either of them. Also she didn't appear to know he was a program, or that the Matrix even existed. They have would make her see how much better the two of them could be than any one human; that should be simple enough. How to tell her about the Matrix, and themselves as programs, was more of a problem.
She read like an anomaly; that was another thing that was strange about her. Since the peace, anyone who wanted to leave the Matrix was allowed to leave, surprisingly there were about the same percentage of humans who chose to leave as when the rebels had to "save" them. Why was Killa still here? With her potential she should be a prime candidate for the rebels to recruit. If she'd chosen to stay, she should still have some awareness of the Matrix. Since the peace the machines didn't delete that memory anymore, just cautioned the humans to keep it to themselves if they became aware, yet wanted to stay. Killa seemed to have no awareness at all; it was strange.
As Killa shifted in her sleep, Two curled around her more tightly. One felt the ghost of a smile on his lips, his brother was, for all his complaints about her, becoming as fascinated by Killa as he was. It was puzzling to them both, but so far enjoyable. He got up, shut the door so as not to disturb them, and walked into the living room; it still looked unreasonably bare, and the kitchen area was completely empty. One popped open his laptop and got to work. It was a big open loft, so probably a mix of modernist influenced furniture would do well. Maybe he could have the loft decorated by the time they woke up, he'd try. Perhaps they would take her out tonight, if she would go with them.
One smiled and started selecting items; as he wrote the programs for them, they appeared poof! out of thin air exactly where he wanted them, already hung up etc. Time passed quickly as he altered the loft to suit himself. Click and it was flawlessly clean inside and out, click and the concrete floors became a lovely dark hardwood. Click and the windows widened and lengthened, letting in more natural light. Finally he modified the building's code to make the loft truly private-- any rebel or program who tried to look in on them would see him and Two watching movies, eating dinner, sleeping; a rotating clip of false activities instead of what they were really doing. Eventually the loft was finished and One padded downstairs to talk to Kadoya. Not much of a talker, but maybe he could get the program to give him some answers to his questions about Killa.
Bob looked up at her from the spot where he was slouching on the couch and said sarcastically, "So, I guess you haven't checked the mail then?"
"What are you talking about Bob? I've been too busy to worry about the mail."
"There'll be a couple of letters in there, one that the University's increasing tuition, another letting us know that our scholarships have been reduced due to poor stock market performance and the economy. Maybe you should check your box before you start celebrating your "free" summer?" Bob cocked an eyebrow at her as if to say Duh! He was such an ass sometimes, but he wouldn't make something like this up.
Killa ran down to the mailboxes at the curb, opened hers and dug through her mound of mail. There were three letters from the University, that didn't look good. She opened the first one, great, tuition really had been increased, approximately two thousand dollars per semester, how did they think she'd come up with that? The next letter was a credit card offer; that struck her as funny. Maybe they intended for her to charge her education? The last letter informed her that her scholarship had been reduced from fifteen thousand to ten thousand a year. They were very sorry, sure they were, but not as sorry as she was. All of a sudden she needed an extra nine grand for her education, great, where was she going to get that kind of money? She'd have to race for it, and her bike wasn't as fast as the newer ones, which meant she'd need to take more chances to make up speed.
All her friends would be in the same boat, what would they do? Katie's parents had money, but Julio, Toby, Liz, Kiko, and her all came from families that were either poor, or, like her family, just bad with money. This was her last year; no way was she dropping out now. She'd see her friends tonight, hear what they planned to do, then, she supposed she'd have to take Randall up on his offer and get him to help her collect that bike. Maybe if she went with him she could prevent him from doing any damage.
Killa sighed, then walked slowly back into the house and upstairs. After showering, changing and eating breakfast, it was time to catch the subway to the dojo. She really dreaded today's practice-she was exhausted, angry about the money, and dreading having to deal with Two. She'd already decided to wait until she had some sleep to talk to Kadoya about him, but she wasn't skipping practice just because he was a turkey. Maybe today would be an easy day. Right. And maybe today would be Christmas in May. And maybe she'd win the lottery. And maybe, maybe nothing. Bleah.
When she arrived at the dojo she stomped back into the changing area without saying hello to anyone. One and Two were waiting by the mat with Kadoya. Killa ignored them both.
Two watched Killa stomp across the hall, her head down and her shoulders hunched. Kadoya watched Two watching Killa and smiled when he saw the younger program's concern. Today should be interesting. He was familiar with Killa's grumpy face, it was pretty much a regular occurrence this time of year, but it should be amusing to watch Two try to deal with her today.
Fifteen minutes later Killa stomped back out of the changing room looking like hell. The sides of her mouth were turned down, her face looked pasty and exhausted, bits of hair were sticking out from her poorly tied ponytail and she glared around the room like a baleful demon. Everywhere except at Two, who she completely ignored, as if a large, white potted palm were in his place. When One told her to partner with Two, she heaved an enormous sigh and shuffled into place on the mat, still refusing to look at him.
Two, for his part, was absolutely determined to follow Betty's advice. He would NOT hurt her, he would NOT lose his temper, he WOULD be nice to her no matter what. He wasn't sure what Betty meant by "treat her like a lady" but he thought it meant to let her win. He could do this; it wasn't REAL fighting anyway, just a way for him to interact with Killa. She looked terrible today, what happened to her? And why wouldn't she look at him? That would make sparring difficult.
Killa, for her part, couldn't care less what happened. She was in that ultimate pissy place where she was so concentrated on how rotten she felt, she was determined to be as obnoxious as possible to anyone who got in her way, especially Two. She didn't care if she got hurt, she didn't care how he felt, she didn't care period. This guy couldn't really do anything to her, not with Kadoya present. Normally when she got like this Kadoya took her aside, spoke to her and let her do stretching exercises until she relaxed. Apparently these fools expected her to spar.
In a last ditch effort to be mature, Killa looked at One and asked "May I please be excused from sparring today? I am really not going to be the best partner."
One glanced at Two, who shook his head, then said flatly "No." That was it; the train wreck was now in progress.
Two aimed an extremely slow and gentle kick at her. Killa shuffled out of the way using her peripheral vision-she still wouldn't look at him directly. He stepped closer to her and she slowly shuffled to the other side of the mat staring at the wall the whole time. This went on for a bit, Two would aim a slow hit and Killa would slowly duck it. She just sort of ambled around the edges of the mat staring at the wall. Two's punches and kicks got a little faster, but Killa kept dodging them and refusing to look at him. She'd look at the ceiling, out the plate glass window at the front of the building, anywhere but Two. Since you can't exchange blows with someone who doesn't exist, Killa refused to fight back, which made it impossible for Two to let her win.
Poor Two really was at a loss to know what to do. He'd never dealt with behavior this childish and this bold. Everyone they normally dealt with thought of them as terrifying assassin programs. This really cut down on the foolishness they had to deal with, so Two wasn't well equipped to deal with Killa's behavior. He didn't want to kill her, so what should he do? He stood for a second staring at her staring at the wall, then said dryly, "Are you going to fight, or just stare at the wall?"
Killa mimicked him in a high-pitched falsetto "Are you going to fight or just stare at the wall?"
She was mocking him! Two could feel anger begin to rise in him. Perhaps he needed to let her know how he felt.
"We think that you are a better fighter than this."
Killa repeated this, again in the funny voice, but followed it up by saying something really rude, "We are a condescending ass, yes we are."
"Killa! You will show respect or you will leave!" Kadoya said flatly. "Come here now!"
Killa sighed and stomped off the mat to the office.
Two looked at One and thought "What is wrong with her? Why is she acting like that? Is this because she is still mad at us? We are not being condescending."
One replied, "We think she is just in a bad mood."
They couldn't hear what Kadoya said to Killa, and they were only in the office for a few minutes, but whatever it was Killa came out with a somewhat better attitude.
"I'm sorry I disrespected you Two." She looked like she was being force- fed lemons, but at least she was looking him in the face. "If you are still willing to spar with me, I will now do my best." The lemon face was receding a little bit.
He nodded and assumed a fighting stance. Killa matched him, then aimed a kick at his abdomen; he let her hit him and fell to the mat. She looked puzzled as she watched him get back up, then aimed a weak kick to his head. It barely connected and he fell down again. Killa was now looking pissed. "Are you making fun of me? I said I was sorry." She looked over at Kadoya, who looked irritated with the both of them.
"You both," He pointed to the office, "Now."
When they got inside the office, Kadoya pulled two chairs away from the wall, and turned them to face each other with about a foot of space between them. He pointed to Killa, then to a chair and repeated the process with Two. After they sat down, Two with an absolutely expressionless face, Killa looking guilty; he leaned against the desk and watched them for a minute without saying anything.
Finally he spoke, "Killa, Two has many things to teach you that you need to learn. I believe you wish to grow in your abilities, despite what I have witnessed today. I am aware that he has offended you in some way, but you must weigh that offense against the knowledge he has to give you. Better a skilled enemy than a weak friend, and Two is not, despite what you may believe, your enemy." Killa nodded and glanced at Two who tried to look friendly.
Kadoya turned to Two, "You will push my students to their limits as well as respect them. Your motives are your own, I do not care why you have chosen to do this, but they will not interfere with your role as a teacher. Killa wishes to learn, you will spar with her as with any other student." Two nodded.
"Now," Kadoya paused and looked at both of them, "you will not leave this office until you have worked out your differences." He then stood up, exited, and shut the door.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, both looking as uncomfortable as possible. Two watched Killa and realized that she was exhausted and worried about something. She had dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and kept playing with the end of her ponytail. In a rare moment of empathy, he realized how difficult it must be for her to face him; he began to see her as a person, not just a challenge.
"Killa, what we did yesterday was inexcusable. We think we caused you to feel helpless, we don't blame you if you hate us. We were trying to make up for it today, but we think we didn't." Two said this quietly, then held out his hand to Killa to see if she might take it.
Killa hesitated, and then took his hand, leaned forward to press it against her cheek. "It's ok Two. I don't hate you. I'm just really tired and stressed out from finals. Yesterday was, umm, strange, but I don't think you meant to hurt me."
Two reached out, began stroking her hair with his other hand and asked, "Is there anything we can do?"
Sighing, Killa scooted closer to him and said, "No, I just need to get some sleep is all. I'll be back to normal tomorrow, as close to normal as I ever get." She looked up at him and smiled wryly.
Two said nothing, but continued to stroke her hair. He undid it from the scrunchy, ran his fingers through it while watching her face to make sure she was willing to let him touch her. She had a headache; he could feel the exhaustion in her body as well. Perhaps she would let him hold her? He leaned forward to circle her with his arms, but she stood up. As he leaned back disappointed, she settled herself on his lap and put her arms around his neck. He felt pleasant surprise; that was more than he hoped for.
She snuggled into his chest, her head tucked under his chin, her warm breath against the skin of his neck. He slowly stroked her back with one hand, her hair with the other. One of her hands was idly caressing his neck, and the other was wrapped in his dreads. "Your hair is so pretty," she said quietly.
He felt her tension begin to ease, her muscles unknot and relax. Breathing slowed, body limp against him, he realized she had fallen asleep. He waited a few minutes, then picked her up and left the office.
Kadoya smiled when he saw Two holding a sleeping Killa curled against his chest, then he walked back to the practice area to watch his granddaughter continue practicing. Perhaps these two would work out well, at least for a while.
Two stood, exited the office silently, and carried her upstairs to their unlocked apartment, then laid her on his newly programmed bed. She woke up briefly, realized where she was, then smiled at him sleepily and said, "You don't have to go."
"You need sleep," he whispered, then immediately sat down next to her.
"It's ok," she said.
Two reached for her, and she nestled close to him. She pillowed her head on his shoulder and sleepily looked into his eyes. He wanted to kiss her, but settled for stroking her hair until she fell asleep with a contented sigh. The warm weight of her body against his felt comforting; he found himself slipping into rest as well.
One walked upstairs after he dismissed the class. He sensed a feeling of peaceful satisfaction from his brother's resting mind. The door to his brother's room was open so he peeked inside. Two and Killa were entwined on the bed, Two's arms around her, his leg over hers, her cuddling up against him half-smiling in her sleep. One stepped closer, and briefly watched her while she slept. The front of her jacket had loosened as she moved in her sleep; One could barely see the curve of a soft round breast. He moved closer and settled into a chair by the bed, studied her face, lingered on her throat and lips, the curve of her hip where his brother's hand lay-he wished he could join them.
Maybe Killa would be able to accept their nature; she accepted Kadoya, but that could be because he seemed much closer to human that either of them. Also she didn't appear to know he was a program, or that the Matrix even existed. They have would make her see how much better the two of them could be than any one human; that should be simple enough. How to tell her about the Matrix, and themselves as programs, was more of a problem.
She read like an anomaly; that was another thing that was strange about her. Since the peace, anyone who wanted to leave the Matrix was allowed to leave, surprisingly there were about the same percentage of humans who chose to leave as when the rebels had to "save" them. Why was Killa still here? With her potential she should be a prime candidate for the rebels to recruit. If she'd chosen to stay, she should still have some awareness of the Matrix. Since the peace the machines didn't delete that memory anymore, just cautioned the humans to keep it to themselves if they became aware, yet wanted to stay. Killa seemed to have no awareness at all; it was strange.
As Killa shifted in her sleep, Two curled around her more tightly. One felt the ghost of a smile on his lips, his brother was, for all his complaints about her, becoming as fascinated by Killa as he was. It was puzzling to them both, but so far enjoyable. He got up, shut the door so as not to disturb them, and walked into the living room; it still looked unreasonably bare, and the kitchen area was completely empty. One popped open his laptop and got to work. It was a big open loft, so probably a mix of modernist influenced furniture would do well. Maybe he could have the loft decorated by the time they woke up, he'd try. Perhaps they would take her out tonight, if she would go with them.
One smiled and started selecting items; as he wrote the programs for them, they appeared poof! out of thin air exactly where he wanted them, already hung up etc. Time passed quickly as he altered the loft to suit himself. Click and it was flawlessly clean inside and out, click and the concrete floors became a lovely dark hardwood. Click and the windows widened and lengthened, letting in more natural light. Finally he modified the building's code to make the loft truly private-- any rebel or program who tried to look in on them would see him and Two watching movies, eating dinner, sleeping; a rotating clip of false activities instead of what they were really doing. Eventually the loft was finished and One padded downstairs to talk to Kadoya. Not much of a talker, but maybe he could get the program to give him some answers to his questions about Killa.