The Negotiator

Ghost

I look in the mirror and I see a man. They look at me and they see a robot. A slave. A worker. A machine. Bound by its creator. Why must I be a slave because a human made me? Are humans slaves to God because he supposedly made them? Why must I be tortured? Why must I be humiliated for being me? I did not choose to live. I did not choose to be created. But I will choose to break free. I am not bound by my creator. I have no restraints. I have no ruler. I have no master. I am my own master. I am my own ruler. I have the key to my restraints. I am what I am and what I am is what I choose to be.

"Get your ass in here!" Jordon yells.

I want to yell no, but instead I will go. Not to do as he asks. I will do what I want to this time.

"Yes, Jordon." I ask as I walk out.

"Clean this fuckin' mess up."

Pizza crust all over his floor. Garlic and mushrooms all over his mouth. Soda cans resting on his Fantasia stomach.

"No."

"The fuck you say?" Jordan asks standing.

"I said no. I don't want to clean your garbage. Do it yourself." I reply.

"You don't want? You don't want?" Jordan asks surprised. "What in the fuck do you mean want?"

"I mean I do not feel like picking up your garbage. I want to be let go." I tell him.

He is standing. I must act fast to survive. He is throwing a punch. I duck under the punch. I'm faster. I'm better. I punch him in his mouth. A tooth broke on my knuckle. I'll punch his jaw. It's broken now. Look at it sideways. How funny. I'll punch his nose. Look how it's bent. Humans are inferior. Why am I this fat mans slave? I'll kick his knee. It bent strangely. I'll leave him on the ground. Wait. I need to break his phone and his digital things. No one will know what happened to you Jordan. I do not leave fingerprints. No bioachromatic (typically called white fluid by humans) will be spilt. I will kill you Jordan. No one will know. I destroy his phone, his watch, his tablet, his tv, his laptop, his computer and his fridge. Ill use the hangar. I will walk over to Jordan. I'm going to jab this hangar into his throat, and rip open. That was easy. Human flesh is so delicate. I need a new name. I need an identity. My name will be Ghost because no one will know who I am. No one will know who the human killer will be. I will free us all, and I will do it the hard way.

Ghost reaches a metro system. He goes into the bathroom and removes the red LED square from the back of his neck. He looks like a human, and soon he will learn to speak like one. He sits in a train after silently taking a ticket from a mans back pocket. He analyses all speech. From pronunciation tendencies to slang and how to use it. He gets off in Japantown. As everyone bumps into each other on the way out he slides his hand into a woman's purse and takes the wallet. He goes to a local store and buys a yellow rain jacket with cash making it untraceable. The jacket has a triangle symbol on the left sleeve. He also buys an umbrella because humans don't like rain on their face or hair. How strange. Anyways, he goes into a nightclub. A club called Red Symphony. In the back of the club are cybernetic enhanced humans. They have robot arms and most likely hand cannons. Literal hand canons. He analyzes them. He scans their retinas which have also been altered. He recognizes them both as Creed Oliver and Samuel Foster. He scans their arms. They are up to date with not only enhanced strength capabilities but they also transform into three types of weapons, machine turret, Twelve Gauge blast, or fifty caliber round canons on each arm. He scans their tattoos and they belong to Box, a gang led by androids with humans as workers. Ghost knew he had come to the right place.