[ WP ] You are a fictional character and have been avoiding for your whole life every cliché /r/WritingPrompts plot

I wake up sweating in my bed after a nightmare. In the nightmare i was involved in some sort of plot about sentient AI or somthing. I cringed at the unoriginality, the dream felt as if it was written by a bored 14 year old. I walk out of my room into the lobby, the place where OCs wait to be used. Ive been waiting here my whole life, hoping and hoping that i will get a good story, one with adventure and technology but slow moments to just enjoy it. I say a prayer to the author, praying that i be thrown into the story of my dreams. 
 
 After what seems like decades of sleeping and waiting, i am finally called apon. I have no clue where i am going, but i get this weird lazer pistol and told that since the age of 5 i had been working as a 100 % human mercenary. I ponder what that means until the author opens a door. On the other side of the world is a bleak, depressing, dystopian-looking future. It looks like one that can be found in any modern young-adult literature, like the hunger games or ready player one. 
 
 After pasding through the door, my memories of laying dormant swiftly fade. I remember clear as day that i am skyler the independent, and that i am being paid real well to kill this poor soul who decided to steal from DRO-198, one of the top gangsters of the world. I hunt the cyborg down, take his money, take whatever bionics he had and leave back for the boss. Once i am back DRO rewards me with additional units. I never trusted bots, they're a shifty bunch, but i'll trust anyone if they pay well enough. 
 
 After a few run-of-the-mill jobs, i stop and slow down for a moment. It feels as if i had somthing on the back of my neck! I prod around my neck and rip out a chip about the size of my thumb. A gang of bandits was planning on using it to track and control me i suppose. Not today! I quickly scout out the area. These bandits must of had a lucky shot on me, since nobody so inexperienced to bound into an alley and yell `` SHIT IM CAUGHT!'' could penetrate my human flesh. 
 
 After some interrogation it turns out that the bot was hired to put the chip in my neck to ruin my reputation. Nobody wants to hire a merc with machienery. I spared the bot since he semed like too much of a coward to do anything and i pityed him for having such an attrocious paint job. I journeyed next to an abandoned scrapyard since i heard there were some parts i could use to improve my gun. In the center of the scrap pile, there's a pit of molten junk metal. Looking at the molten carnage makes me uneasy. I broke into a sweat, partially from the heat, but kept moving. All of a sudden, i am shoved into the molten hell by two cold robotic hands. The last thing thing i see before my ungracefull death, is a robotic face with a shitty paint job. 
 
 I wake up sweating in my bed after a nightmare. In the nightmare i was involved in some sort of plot about sentient AI or somthing. I cringed at the unoriginality, the dream felt as if it was written by a bored 14 year old. I walk out of my room into the lobby.... 
 
 Please respond if you read this whole thing. Tell me how to improve myself.
