There was a pause of silence, making Glitch assume that at least the man who had just typed at least knew what he meant by what he'd said. Mass Selection. It didn't show too well, but Glitch could see that his words had somehow struck home within the man. It wasn't long until Rattus began typing once more, confirming Glitch's assumptions, and a smile formed beneath the mask hiding his face. Yes, it had been a good thing he'd contacted this group. He needed someone familiar with these sort of problems, anyone who wasn't just wouldn't understand the severity behind what he was trying to get at, or trying to grasp onto.<br/><br/>Glitch waits for Rattus to finish talking, before he himself speaks, addressing each topic in turn. First came the clarity on the topic in which he'd summoned these people here for. Staying still, he glances 'down' before facing them full on.<span style="font-style: italic">'Weeding out the weak, in order to keep the strong.'</span>He answers, simply and plainly.<span style="font-style: italic">'In short, killing off individuals deemed unnecessary in a utopia for the unique, for the strong, and for the able. That is what I mean by 'Mass Selection.'</span><br/><br/>Raising up his hand and holding two fingers up, he continues.<span style="font-style: italic">'Secondly. I can abide by your request. We can meet later today.'</span>He wasn't quite sure if he was up for meeting them personally, or physically at that matter until he was ready. However. Reaching forward with a clasped hand, something quite interesting and amazing happens. For a second where his hand should have touched the screen, a blur of pixels stirred, making the image slightly fuzzy and hard to see, though it was obvious what was being portrayed was a hand.<br/><br/>Seconds later, something literally slips through the screen. At first, what could be seen was just a jumbled mass of numbers and letters of a glowing neon blue-green, the same color as Glitch's hair, before it slowly started to turn into something solid. A hand was revealed, wearing the same glove as Glitch, and it could be assumed that it was actually his. Fingers unfurl to reveal a small black device that looked similar to a computer USB flash drive, small and compact and black in color. It had the symbol of a outlined fish on it, and a G in the middle of the fish's side.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'You will need this. Also, I'd like it if you took the laptop as well. When you get to the hotel, simply plug in the USB to the laptop, and the programming will do the rest.'</span>Pulling his hand back, he glances behind him, toward the digital clock that was also portrayed on the chat screen.<span style="font-style: italic">'We will have to do the rest of our talking later. It's been too long to stay in this one place.'</span><br/><br/>Glitch then bows to them<span style="font-style: italic">'Until we meet again, I bid you farewell.'</span>, before the screen goes fuzzy once more, before returning to the screen from the beginning of their conversation. The status showed that 'Glitch' had logged out. On the other end if the line, the actual Glitch, or Glyph, runs his fingers through his hair, sitting back in his chair as he stared at the computer screen. Stretching his arms above his head, he grins a bit before standing up and heading up the metal bars that served as his steps to the outside of his underground apartment. Shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, he begins to walk down the sidewalk, wondering where he wanted to go to eat for dinner.