I’ve read people. I programmed them. I pushed them toward the darkest things. Think it’s hard to make someone cross a line? Believe me, it’s not. I once made a guy eat three hamburgers in a row, even though he was on a strict diet. He was actually just going in for a salad. But I could see that little spark of doubt in his head: “Maybe one burger? Well, okay—two?” So I pressed a little harder, and he walked out with a full tray of fast food, crying and saying, “I’m a weakling!” And I was sitting at the next table holding back my laughter. I’m a telepath—and that says it all.