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️ Ivan's Standpoint 
November 12, 1991
The singer increased his pace as he perceived my presence trailing just behind. From my perception, he appeared frightened, and for a good reason, for I was a complete stranger and he was walking all alone on a not well illuminated sidewalk of the street. I proceed to command my inner CI—Cyborg Intelligence—within me to acknowledge the time, and the information appeared in my vision similar to a screen.
My half-human and half-robot allowed me to shift between both; therefore, I went ahead and increased my pace and closed in on him. He was fast, nonetheless, no human being can be faster than I. I knew I had to come up with a perfect story to introduce myself and not frighten him... I got this... I know it will work... here I go.
"Mr. Jackson, please, do not fear me. I'm not going to hurt you." Dammit, what the hell is wrong with me? That was a terrible approach; this is not good. Therefore, he picked up speed nervously. Dammit, I have to come up with something more convincing... here it goes...
"Mr. Jackson, I'm the new security guard in your apartment building. I noticed that you left the building, and I didn't hesitate to come to your aid. Sir, it is not safe to walk this late at night." Suddenly, he stopped. Dammit... I almost bumped into him; I had to stop abruptly, fearing that I could hurt him.
He wasn't a short man; I was the one far too tall and well-built. On the other hand, he appeared to have a fair height; nonetheless, he seemed quite thin. I could easily destroy him.
"I... have not..." he voiced and paused for a moment as we eyed each other. He appeared to be in shock, as if he had seen a ghost. As for me, a weird feeling invaded my chest.
A feeling that I have never experienced in my entire life. Of course, I knew how attractive this man was. I have seen thousands of images of him online, yet nothing compared to the feeling of having him standing before me; his beauty was unbelievable.
What captivated me the most was his eyes... Oh, man, I have never seen anything like it before. After a moment lost in my awe, he finally came up with some words.
"I have not seen you around ... How do I know you are not lying?" This is ridiculous. What's wrong with me? I must control my emotions and show professionalism; therefore, I responded wisely.
"I was recently hired, sir, and showed up for work when I noticed that you stepped out of the premises this late; therefore I didn't hesitate to come after you and assure myself that you're going to be safe. Please, Mr. Jackson, allow me to give you my company as you walk." He pursed his lips, appearing a bit tense, but he allowed me to accompany him.
"Umm... alright, I will take the risk, but don't make me regret it."
"Of course, you will not regret it, sir." I said, and we both continued the walk back to the building.
I took the side to his left towards the side of the street, with my mind set on the moment when the attackers would appear. And I had another thing to worry about: my great-grandfather. A minute passed as we continued our walk; he didn't speak a single word. Therefore, I had to initiate a conversation.
"This is not good, Mr. Jackson. You are the most successful entertainer in the world; taking walks in the middle of the night is extremely dangerous. I wonder, where is your security staff?" He then smirked and replied.
"No matter how professional they could be. I always find a way to outsmart them."
"And by doing so, you put yourself in danger, sir." I replied, and he smirked once again and said, "Sometimes I enjoy a little adrenaline in my boring life."
Boring life? How can a man with his amazing talent and fame consider his life boring? While I was in my thoughts, he diverted the conversation.
"By the way, what's your name?" At that moment, the light of the pole captured the beauty of his face, illuminating it. It took my breath away, and for a moment I couldn't pronounce a single word. He smiled and voiced.
"Do you have a name, stranger?"
“My name is... Ivan Miller," I responded, feeling powerless and uncertain, but why? What was going on with me?
"Damn, you're tall." He pointed out as he smiled. Gorgeous smile, by the way, so amazingly beautiful. As we turned the block, I captured a tall man around the other corner of the block with my cyborg senses. Soon, I identified the man with a command. It was my great-grandfather. Dammit... I must come up with something quickly; they cannot meet! I did not respond when he pointed out my height; therefore, he continued.
"How tall are you, Mr. Miller?" I reduced my speed as I touched his shoulder. "Let us slow down our pace, and I will answer your question." He slowed down, and so I continued.
"I'm six four, sir."
"Woah... you are taller than all my security men. You shouldn't be a building security guard; you should be in my security staff." He smiled.
"I would love that." I replied, and so, he continued, but I didn't pay attention. I was focused on scanning the distances and commanding my AI for upcoming danger. As I did, my AI did alert me of danger. "Danger! Intruder approaching!"
"Mr. Jackson, listen to me carefully and remain calm. Stay close to me because we will be hit."
"What? Oh my God, I shouldn't have trusted you!"
The first thing I asked him to do was to remain calm, and he did not; therefore, he attempted to take off running, but I held his arm tightly and pulled him back into me.
"Mr. Jackson, you must trust me. Do what I say, and we both be okay. Now, a white van around the corner behind us is approaching slowly. Stay next to me; I will protect you." I voiced calmly.
"What? A white van around the corner?!" He glanced towards his left shoulder and noticed the van. Fear took over that beautiful pair of eyes. "But... how do you know they want to hurt us?!"
"I know, trust me, please, and you must follow my instructions. Do not attempt to take off running, please, Mr. Jackson. Trust me, I will save you from this ordeal." His fear was evident; his eyes were wide open as he glanced behind us and voiced, breathing heavily.
"Okay... okay, I will trust you."
"Don't look back and remain calm. Follow my instructions at every moment." At that moment, I tracked the upcoming van.
"It's approaching us; stay behind me." I voiced, as he laid out a fearful plea.
"Oh, my God, please help us!" I felt his grip on my arm as I made a quick turn to face the van. The van picked up speed, and I pulled my gun, aiming at the front tires.
“Stay behind me!" I commanded, and so he did. I pulled the trigger, and the vehicle lost control as it made a loud sound and came to an abrupt stop. Nonetheless, one of the men aimed at us with a pistol, but I was faster and hit him on the head first. The door of the van opened, and another man attempted to shoot us.
Once again, I got him first, hitting him on the head. The driver took off running; there were no more moves for him. The smart deal was to flee. Therefore, I turned my attention back to my great-grandfather; he had stopped in his tracks as I pointed the gun in his direction now. I don't intend to hurt him, for God's sake; he was my blood, and adrenaline was running through my body. I can't shoot him; otherwise, I will not exist.
"Please... just go! Leave!" I said in my mind.
"Go, fool, go away!" I breathed heavily, and suddenly, to my relief, he turned and walked away. The singer did not notice him; he remained behind me, and then again my AI alerted me a new danger ahead.
"Alert!! Armed motorcyclists approaching from your opposite direction!!" I turned back immediately. "Stay behind me, Mr. Jackson! It is not over."
"Oh, my god!" He exclaimed, while at that moment the motorcyclist aimed at us, knowing that he had been perceived by me. I pulled the trigger as I commanded the singer to squat along with me. With my perfect aim, I hit the man on the neck. There's no way I could miss a shot; my cyborg within me never misses.
The motorcyclist crashed against the nearest vehicles that were parked on the opposite side of the street, and at that very moment my AI alerted me once again of danger.
"Attention! Three armed men approaching!!" As we rose to our feet, I ordered the singer to stay behind me. "Stay behind, it is not over!"
"What! Again? What's going on, for God's sake?" The three men were closing in, and at one moment they stopped as one of them shouted while aiming at me.
"Drop your weapon, let him go, or we will shoot you!" The singer came out from hiding behind me while I stopped him from putting my arm in front of his torso. "Stay behind, Mr. Jackson! It's not safe!"
"Don't hurt them; they are my security men!" At that moment I put my gun back in my pocket.
"Put the weapons away; he's not going to hurt you!" Nonetheless, the guards were stunned and nervous as they saw what happened to the attackers; they were not putting away their guns.
"Who are you? Why are you with Michael?!" The lead guard asked, and I let them arrest me while the singer was taken away from me. One of the guards grabbed his arm and pulled him away, taking him out of the scene.
"He saved me, Bill, he saved me!!" The singer cried out, yet no one listened as I allowed them to arrest me. There were a few policemen who arrived immediately; the singer's bodyguard took my gun and kept it. I had no other weapon with me, and while I was being held, the guard gazed at the gun. My gun was out of this era, heavy and shiny like a mirror, pure chrome, unlike anything they had ever seen.
Before they were getting me into the police car, the guard ordered them to stop. "Stop! Let him go, bring him here." The man had a good eye; he was scanning me from head to toe with a positive expression.
"You did all this mess by yourself?" He asked as I had everything prepared to say to get his trust. As I was standing before him, my AI scanned him. There I learned who he was and what was his duty.
"I did, sir." I responded, and he glanced at my gun.
"Nice gun, I never seen anything like it." I glanced at the other man next to him, who was also gazing at my gun. Furthermore, I scanned him, and his information came through. Another guard, I smirked.
"Who are you? What's your name and occupation, young man?"
"My name is Ivan Miller. I am an FBI agent, the agent you asked to be hired to help your team." The main guard smiled and replied, "Welcome to the team. I think this is yours." He handed me back my gun.
"My name is Bill Bray. I'm the head of security and personal assistant to Michael." We shook hands, and he introduced the other guard.
"This is Keith Anderson, first in command." We shook hands. He seems to be a nice guy, African American, the same age as me.
"Man, did you really take down those guys by yourself?" He smiled as we shook hands.
"Of course, Keith, he's the man we need." The main guard, called Bill, pointed out. Then he glanced at me.
"I need you to fax me your resume and your identification. Here's my number." He left me confused. What the hell is a fax? He handed me a piece of paper with a number. I took it and glanced at it, and then I looked back at him.
What am I supposed to do with this number? I need to look it up before I get caught. He then asked me for my badge. Luckily, I came prepared and updated my identity according to this era.
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