She falls quiet, taking in silent but deep breaths. She's already said this much. It can't hurt to add more.

"Genocide." Shortly said. Heavy. Every implication that comes with the word rests in her tone.

What kind of special? How to explain what it means to be an ISO? It was all in her coding, that specialness. Did he even know what a computer program was? Was there some sort of good comparison? "I suppose you could say it's.. like DNA," she tries. "Not exactly, but... but it's inherent. Inside me."