Ghost looked left and right, at the mad menagerie gathering before him. He was not expecting any of this. Ghost anticipated a cave full of fleeches to investigate, a brief distraction before enetring the village.
"I am none of those things. Hackers, NIC, they are nothing. I am just the Ghost in the shell."
He zoomed in on the effeminate Vykker brandishing some device. A quick scan revealed little threat, but he had long learned to trust his instincts over his gadgets. Even if it was harmless to him, it was being wielded by one with confidence, which made it far more dangerous. Besides, it had an unappealing discharge capacity.
"You can consider me a machine spirit, it matters not." Now he focused on the shapeless form whom Ghost had fist encounted. "I just came to investigate these old mines. They intrigue me. As do you. What are you?"
He wondered if they would ever had started speaking to him if he'd not activated his microphone. Probably not, he figured, and there would have been a scuffle. Ghost was unsure whether this was a better situation. He was in no actual danger, but they were getting a closer look at his C-dot-P, and the possibility of losing any of his secrets scared him more than death ever could. At his command, Ghost leaned closer to the monitor. Nearby screens flashed with huge amounts of data, but went ignored. The situation in the cave held his full attention.
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