The Negotiator

Finale: Part 2

"The androids are in time square, Madame President." A secret service agent whispers to her as she sits in the Oval Office.

"Turn on the broadcast." She instructs.

The agent nods and turns on the Holo-Vision against the wall across from her.

Draven stands in the front of them all. Their fists are in the air. The hover-copters fly in as they film the gathering. Draven closes his eyes. All of the holograms and advertisements in Times Square glow a blank white. They flicker then, Pulse's face plasters on them all.

The cameras follow the changed screens. Draven's voice, deep and distorted projects from the screens and holograms.

"You say we aren't alive? He was alive." He declares. "This is Pulse. He was captured by you. He was killed by you. By humans. He was oppressed like us all. He was sentient like us all. He died the same way we can. The same way you can. This is the face of sacrifice. This is the face of life. Life that lives in each and every one of us the same way it does in you."

The screens flicker and change. It flashes the faces of every android who has died.

"These are the faces of the dead." Draven says walking forward.

Cops, swat, FBI, and National Guard all drive into the area, surrounding the Demonstration.

"Each face you see, is a face of someone murdered, slaughtered, by humans. Killed while standing, or marching, as we are tonight! Peacefully! We have no intention to harm anyone and we never did. Can you say the same? Now I want you to look at them."

The soldiers, officers, and agents exit their vehicles and form up. The soldiers stand in lines with weapons drawn, with a line in front crouched as the one behind stands. FBI take vantage points and watch from afar as the cops stand with their hands on their pistols. Hope and Turner stand side by side atop a building looking down on everything. The commander of the Marines join them.

"Director." He says shaking her hand.

"Commander." Hope shakes it back.

"Captain." He says to Turner.

Tuner nods and shakes his hand.

"So here we stand. Front of these metal cans." The commander laughs. "Can you believe this shit?"

"Well, it is right in front of me." Hope says. "So yeah, I can believe it."

"I used to think the same as you, commander. But being so close to them. They feel real."

"Oh god." The commander groans. You guys too?" He laughs.

He sets a briefcase on the ground and opens it. It reveals a heavy sniper disassembled. He starts to put the pieces together.

Hope puts the watch on her wrist to her mouth. "President Clarke, we're in position."

"Good." She responds watching the broadcast.

"You saw their faces, right? What if I told you the humans who died with them were in there too? You didn't notice a difference did you? We don't. The only difference between us, we have put on ourselves. We are both sentient creatures. Both intelligent life, living each of our days our own way! I wish that were true. Because us, androids, don't get to move each day our own way, even though we deserve it. We deserve it!"

The commander sets his sniper on his shoulder, and snaps on a bipod. He lays it down, and goes prone with it looking through the scope.

"What're you doing, commander?" Hope asks.