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Mandroid

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“Git out that car nigga!” An officer with a raspy voice and southern drawl jumps out of the police cruiser with his weapon drawn.

It is Monday afternoon, the 12th of May. Deuce's car is resting on its rooftop, almost against the curb, following a violent and chaotic high-speed chase.

There is just enough room for Deuce to escape. He hears the voice as he ducks to avoid the rapidly growing flames and grabs his bag from the back seat of the limo.

Come back here Ed, you damn fool! The car is gonna blow! It's too late, and this shit ain't worth it, shouts another voice from a distance.

Deuce struggles to replace the manhole cover while trying to hold up his wounded passenger with his free leg. It is worth the extra time to cover his tracks since he will not be traveling alone. Not to mention, the fact this is an older man who is wounded and fading in and out of consciousness.

The condition of the sewer is living up to its name, but Deuce knows it is his only way out. He also knows it is just a matter of time before the fire is extinguished and they discover there are no bodies. The chase will then resume.

“Captain, he got away. There are no signs of the driver, or his rider. He gave us the slip. We have the car, but it's badly burned. This guy drives like a freaking programmed Mandroid, or something. We couldn't keep up with him for shit.” Detective Fine relays the information over the police radio.

"I don't know what happened to cause him to lose control of the car like that. He sure was giving us a run for the money." Detective Clinksdale stands looking at the charred remains of the vehicle, scratching his head.

Back in the sewer, Deuce knows he has to reach safety. Safety, but where? He knows the city like the back of his hand, but is underground. No street signs down here.

After traveling for some time, Deuce looks at the old man. “Let's rest at the next exit. I need to take a look outside.” He lowers the older man's arm from around his shoulder, climbs up the exit ladder to the man hole cover, and takes a quick look outside. He then climbs back down to the old man resting on the ladder. I'm one lucky nigga, or this old man is one fuckin' giant Buddha doll by his damn self. Either way he was happy as hell.

His short peek outside revealed a familiar neighborhood street sign, just two blocks away from his uncle's place. Now the only trick is to get the old man up the ladder, across the street undetected, and into his uncle's care.

“Unc! Check this shit out! He's hurt! Uncle Eo, he's hurt really bad. Check this out. I went to pick him up like you said, right? When I got there, I found him like this.”

“Help me get him onto the couch.” Says the uncle.

“Uncle Eo, who is this guy? I brought him back cuz I've never lost a client. I wasn't about to let them bullshit cops take me like no sucka. They chased me for about twelve miles. Right before them ghetto birds got in the sky. Cuz you know you got about t-minus ten minutes before they're right over your azz. Lights, cameras,

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GPS locked, and everything. Didn't take me long to lose them. But then, he got to jerkin' around, all crazy and shit, and I lost control and flipped the car.”

“Luckily, I had a few minutes before they figured out that last slip I gave them. I got him down a manhole, right before the cops arrived and the car burst into flames. I made it like two blocks away from here through the sewer, Unc. The sewer, Uncle Eo! Who is this guy, Uncle Eo?”

“He is my brother and your grandfather.”

“Oh damn. So much for following my first thought. I started to leave his azz, but then I got to thinking what Uncle Eo would do, and decided otherwise. What did they do to him, Unc? Is he gonna make it? What's that hole in his chest? Is it a gunshot wound?”

The old man continued checking out the older man. He then arose and instructed Deuce to go check the news on TV in another room.

He wonders if he has done the right thing by taking the old man, instead of calling the authorities to help him while he was still in the hotel room. As Deuce reaches the entryway, he hears the old man regain consciousness. He is mumbling some foreign words and phrases that mean nothing to Deuce. The formula is in the boy.

Deuce reaches the other room and turns on the TV. This shit is so fucked up. I woke up this morning thinking this would be one of the best days of my life, after going to bed with triplets, just hours ago. Three bitches, count em, three sisters - a blonde, a brunette, and a red head. All three of them were sweet, cute, and fine as fuck. On top of all that, it is my sixteenth birthday. Now, look at this shit. I go from a luxury suite to the fucking gutter, in less than twenty-four hours. Only in America. What a world.

“Next, your local Channel 25, at five, newscast with breaking news.” A voice says on the television.

While waiting for the news to come on, Deuce begins undressing. With each piece of clothing he removes, he imagines himself removing large leaves of seaweed from his body. Except in this case, it was seaweed from the sewer. Sewer weed. He growls. Yuck.

After undressing, and catching a glimpse of his naked body in a mirror, he remembers the events that took place not so long ago. He reflects upon the early hours of the day and his sixteenth birthday sexcapades celebration.

He was on his way back from Midtown, making his usual stop at the Molasses Suite Cafe, heading into China Town. Suddenly, he decided to swing by the Treshwich Hotel to see if he could maybe snag a red eye fare to the airport before he went home.

He rolls his limo to the curb of the hotel entrance. A valet attendant is standing by a key cabinet. “Hey, valet this for me. I'm bout to go have me a drink.”

The young attendant looks at Deuce as he hands him the keys, and asks, “Aren't you a little young to be driving?”

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“You're only as young as you feel, and right now I'm feeling quite grown and sexy. It's almost my sixteenth birthday, in a few hours. Ain’t you a little young to be a valet, Uno? Uno Valet.” Deuce reads his name tag aloud.

“Well, right now I'm only allowed to tend to the key station. But....”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.” Deuce cuts him off as he tries to finish his sentence. “Look, rookie, you just get somebody that's qualified to park this one. Got that? I'll be at the bar.”

“But, you're not old enough to drink.”

“Says who, Similac Child? Hey, what's that dribbling off yo lip? Is that what I think it is?”

“What?”

“Ah, breast milk.” Deuce laughs as he walks away.

He enters the hotel and waves at Jessica, the front desk clerk, as he heads toward the hotel bar. “What's up, Mikey? How's it goin, baby?” They lock fists and bump shoulders over the bar.

“What you havin' tonight, Deuce?”

“Man, let me get one of them iced mocha lattes. Light on the java and heavy on the mocha, baby. Oh, and the usual two shots of Absolute in it. Oh yeah, got somethin' for you, baby. V.I.P. status, boy, for the rest of the year. Bam!” He slams the VIP pass onto the bar.

“Nigga, its May. That's only like six months left.”

“Damn. You just can't please a nigga. Motherfucker, it's free. You know how my Uncle Eo be havin' his hand out for that extra ten dollars, for you to hit that back room and eat them ole' nasty azz hoes puzzies, like you be doin. I hope yo fuckin' tongue swell up and fall off.”

“What about all the free drinks I be hookin' yo lil under-aged azz up wit?” Mikey says.

“Nigga, I got dranks in the car. Fool. Ion need yo shit.”

“Yeah, whatever, yo Uncle would kick yo azz.”

“Bitch, I got my own reserves. Yeah.”

“Yeah, right.”

“So, you don't want the V.I.P. pass?” Deuce asks reaching towards the bar.

“Hell yeah, nigga, give that shit here.”

“That's what I thought, jackass.”

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Stella and Bella, while passing the entrance, catch the end of the conversation from inside the bar and laugh as they go by.

“Hey Mikey, who was them two honeys just walked by here all giggly and shit?” Deuce asks looking towards the entrance.

“Them just a couple of lil freaks that checked in today. I think they're here early for a three day convention that starts Friday. They old man is a doctor, and the special guest speaker, or something. They lil, young azzes been tryin' to get me to sell them dranks. They ain’t but twenty. Them lil hoes will never get me fired with that bullshit.”

“Shit. Your azz just turned twenty-one your damn self, nigga. But, yeah, right. I feel you on that one, but that shit don't apply to me. So, you ain't tryin' to fuck? It's obvious they are young and freaky, wit puzzies that's hot and bothered.” Deuce says, as they both laugh. “What room they in? I know they in one of them high dollar suites. Check this out, cat, I got an idea. Hey, let me git one of them bottles of Absolute from back there. None of that eighty proof shit, either. Gimme one of them shiny, funny azz lookin' bottles. That hundred proof shit, nigga.”

“Fuck you. Nigga, you suppose to have yo own shit. Remember? Now go git it.” Mikey pauses for several seconds. “That's what I thought.”

“Nah, fool, ion got it wit me, my stash that is. Come on, man, it's my sixteenth birthday. Let me git that up out chu. I'd do it for you. Mikey, check it out, cat. You give me that bottle, and I'm gone put yo face in that lil Puerto Rican freak at my Uncle's club you been tryin to beg up on. If I talk to her, she'll let you eat that puzzy. For a lil extra, of course. Nigga, chunk me the bottle and a room number, and I got you on that.”

“You can hook that up?” Mikey asks. “Cuz, Deuce, I know you generally ain't shit. You just a DJ. A young, cocksuckin', punk azz DJ. Motherfucker.”

“Whoa. Let me stop you wit that you just a DJ shit. Cuz Ima cold azz motherfuckin' DJ wit an Uncle that just happens to own da club she dances in, bitch. Now, let me git dat up out chu.”

“Mikey, I ain't wanna say nothin, but I know you can afford to do it. You can just hook me up wit one them bottles that you be smuggling up outta here every Friday, in the FedEx box, after you git off work. Yeah, nigga, you didn't think I knew about that, did you?”

“And, you can hook dat up?” Mikey asks leaning towards Deuce's side of the bar.

“Nigga, just come by the club on Friday. Ima hook you up, fah sho. Now gimmie da bottle, and call dem people at the front desk bout da damn room number. Let me see one of them vests back there, too.”

Deuce reaches over the bar to retrieve the partial hotel uniform.

“Put the Absolute in a FedEx box and I'll be right back. Got to get my freak kit. I'm bout to go up there and fuck both them lil hoes.” He laughs, as he stands up off the bar stool and exits.

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“Ei, what have they done to you?” Eo asks his semi conscious brother.

“They removed the arrow and the ring I had embedded in my chest. It is the keys to reacting to the Quadron cube of energy. I discovered them while experimenting on the cube. It was a top-secret defense project, to develop the ultimate fighting warrior. We were at a war summit conference, where the formula was supposed to be revealed to the world. It was a joint venture between several governments. The war summit conference on the Quadron cube of energy's formula was supposed to bring a virtual end to actual loss of human life in combat. The boy's father, Espy, was my personal driver. May Lin was my assistant. Espy, May Lin, and two other top level official's daughter's had sex in the back of one of the official's limos at the conference. All three girls became impregnated, and it was all caught on film. They didn't discover the film until weeks later, but it set off a chain of events that put even the pure existence of mankind in jeopardy. The girls refused to abort their pregnancies, even though they faced banishment and numerous other punishments. They all convinced me to perform surgery to remove the two embryos from the girls and place them inside May Lin. She convinced the girls to join her for a late summer vacation, as a cover up for what was to take place. My laboratory in Portugal was the chosen venue to perform the operation.”

The old man blacks out, for a while, in his brother's arms. He regains consciousness and switches the topic of conversation, totally.

“One day, a man came to the village and visited the farm of our parents. He was a trader and offered to trade books with our father. The only book our parents owned was a scroll to the ancient Kama Sutra, which our father was glad to get rid of. He felt the scroll had tempted and corrupted our mother. Since the first day father discovered it in his small candle shop, he felt it stood for disharmony and chaos in his household. He proclaimed he was offended our mother would consider opening the scroll. This made him wonder if his love-making was not good enough. He proclaimed he would never take his wife face to face, again. From that day on, he only fucked her doggie style. The man traded three books for the scroll, the Holy Bible, King James Version, an American dictionary, and a nursery rhyme book called, Old McDonald Had a Farm. He also offered to teach the family to read the books in the new language, in exchange for a year's supply of our father's hand-made candles. The man stayed on our farm, off and on, for over a year. You and May Lin were the recipients of twice, daily reading lessons in English when he returned for his monthly supply of candles.” Ei takes a short break before continuing his story.

“Long ago, when our parents died, you were just a boy. A triangle bolt hit our tiny village, wiping it off the map. Both our parents and my wife were killed. The man, you, and May Lin were the only survivors in the entire village. It is only because you all were down by the river doing your daily reading lessons that you were spared. Don't ever open it, for it shall end our love, our mother warned the man. Based upon her fears from the proclamations of our father. This was the last thing he heard in his mind, before he released the tassel and let the scroll fall to the ground. The Quadron cube of energy fell to the ground from inside of the scroll and pointed in the direction of the village. The triangle bolt from the cube wiped out the entire village, instantly. The man cried and moaned at the evil he released. He took you and May Lin on an incredible journey from Thailand to main land China, to

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find me.” He stops, again, to gain his bearings.

“May Lin became very resentful of her mother's death, and blamed me for not being there. We could have all died together! She would scream this at me. I only wanted to please her because of the loss of her mother. The boy is all we got now. There's a pure evil attached to that cube. The boy may be the only hope of defeating it. You must prepare him for his destiny.” Ei pauses before concluding his explanation.

“One day, the right time will come when both worlds will need him. Until then, teach him. Do not challenge him. Although, you will. After that, teach him more, and love him so. He is the sole heir to the realm of the Overyonder, the right one. He shares the DNA of the ultimate dragon warrior, Isosolese. I had no choice. It was either place the formula inside of him, or risk it falling into the wrong hands. Possibly creating a new world order. I had no other choice.” Ei clutches his brother's shirt and loses consciousness again.

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