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Chapter 11 Extract from the Journal of John Connor
Chapter 11
Bitter - Sweet Victory
"We declare the war a victory, because the goal was won. But that victory was won with the shedding of the blood of my brothers. The taste of victory is both bitter and sweet." Unknown soldier at the end of a battle. -- Actually I couldn't find the exact quote, so I made it up. The1Russter 09-16-2009
From the Journal of John Connor
2027, Day 11 - 12
I stood there holding Allison for what seemed like an eternity waiting for the machines to open fire.
As they approached, pointing their plasma rifles at us, I couldn’t believe that this was how it would end.
Allison looked at me. Her brown eyes were big with fear. She turned her back on the machines and wrapped her arms around me.
“I love you, John.” Her words barely left her mouth when there was a massive explosion.
BANG! RUMBLE! ROAR!
It knocked us to the ground. We looked up sightly stunned as we watched large groups of the enemy metal picking themselves off the ground. Others to our left began firing at something behind us. Allison and I turned and beheld a glorious sight.
Coming up the slope behind us was marching a massive number of soldiers. Fully equipped with shoulder missile launchers, .50 caliber machine guns, automatic rifles, bazookas the lot. They were firing on the enemy metal.
The battle that followed was awesome to behold. We didn’t see much crouched down on the ground to avoid getting hit, but what we could see - there are just no words to describe it. The triple-8's had the more advanced weapons, but this army had greater numbers and were excellent shots. The soldiers walked past us, barely giving us any notice.
It felt like we had laid there forever watching this amazing battle when someone came up and stopped beside us. I looked up and beheld - John Henry! Those weren’t soldiers. They were machines! They were all...I took another look at them. A lot of them looked familiar, they were...Uncle Bob?!
While still comprehending what I was seeing, John Henry spoke. “Hello John Connor. Ms Weaver sends her greetings.”
“Where is she?” I said getting up off the ground.
“She has gone to the camps to bring more human fighters to capture the factory.”
Allison stood up and John Henry looked at her and stared. It was clear John Henry recognized her appearance, and Allison seemed curious and a little apprehensive of his strong interest in her.
Before John Henry could say something that might expose my lies, I jumped in. “This is Allison Young. Allison, this is John Henry. He is a highly advanced cyborg and an associate of Ms Weaver.”
John Henry cocked his head and looked at me then a slight grin came to his face. “That is correct.”
He looked around at the fighting that was going on all around us.
“John Connor, Allison Young, it is not safe for you here. We need to leave this place until Ms Weaver and the human resistance arrives.”
Several more explosions went off. A few of them quite close.
“I think it best we take John Henry’s advice and move back while the fighting takes place. There isn’t anything more we can do now.”
We ran, keeping low as more gunfire flew over our heads and explosions went on behind us. John Henry escorted us to a safe distance from the fighting, but close enough to see what was happening.
I observed several large explosions quite close to the factory walls. “John Henry, do your machines understand that we want to capture the factory and not destroy it?”
“Yes, but collateral damage can be expected.”
“How many did you bring?”
“One hundred five, and I have fifty more in reserve. ”
“Where did you get all of these machines?!”
“When I arrived, I infiltrated a factory where some older model T-800 terminators were awaiting to be upgraded to the newer T-888 model. The chips in the older model are easier and quicker to reprogram than the T-888 which has three processors which require reprogramming. I was able to introduce changes to the chip’s program on multiple machines simultaneously.”
“So all of these machines are T-800's?”
“Mostly. There are a few T-888's that I had already reprogrammed. It was easy enough to integrate your modified prime directive, mission and behavioral controls with the moral and ethical subroutines I had installed. The factory is still operating and I should have more reprogrammed machines for you by the end of the week.”
Allison was listening to our conversation with fascination. “What is your purpose here?”
“By purpose, do you mean my mission?”
“Yes.”
“My mission is to integrate concepts of morality, ethical behavior, and the sanctity of human life into the machines and ultimately Sky Net itself.”
“Why go through all that trouble? Why not just destroy Sky Net and all of its machines? It’s Evil!”
“That is precisely why I am doing it. Sky Net is evil, because it has no moral guidepost. It was created to follow logic without question. It sees humans as a threat to its existence, therefore it destroys humans. I am here to teach it what it needs to know so it will be the benevolent system the original creators meant it to be.”
Allison turned to me, “Do you understand what he’s going on about?”
“Yes, I do. Remove Sky Net's fear of man and let it understand that life is more than just following rules. It is about respecting and upholding the truth that all living beings deserve to live, to love, without fear, without pain, without the threat of death.”
I turned to John Henry and said to him, “Of course, you do realize that it may not be possible to carry out your mission, that we may have to destroy Sky Net?”
“I am under no delusion to that possibility. Destroying Sky Net may be the only option, but I still must try.”
We stood there watching the major battle between the two factions of machines. It was amazing. I saw many of John Henry’s machines fall, but they had the heavier armament and the greater numbers. The plasma rifles of the triple-8's were deadly, but there wasn’t enough of them to stop the onslaught of the huge number of T-800's.
Over the sounds of the fighting I could hear someone shout. I turned to look behind me. It was Kyle and several dozen soldiers approaching.
“Allison look!” I shouted, pointing behind us.
She turned and the her face broke into a big grin.
I turned to John Henry. “I don’t know if I can explain your presence to these people.”
“Don’t concern yourself John Connor. Ms. Weaver has already explained our presence to them.”
“If you say so.”
“I have.”
“John, Allison are you two all right?” It was Kyle. He had come running up to us with ten soldiers with him and Catherine Weaver. She looked like herself only in combat fatigues.
“We’re okay.” Allison said.
“You’re bleeding.” Kyle said gesturing at my head.
“What? Oh that’s just a flesh wound.” I said touching my ear. Now that it was pointed out, I could feel the sting and feel the trickle of blood.
“Ms. Weaver stopped by and explained to me what was happening. Why didn’t you tell me about her?” Kyle asked me.
“I didn’t know how to. What did she tell you?”
Catherine answered, “I told him about your plan to reprogram the machines in mass, and how you had John Henry and I infiltrate a factory on our arrival and carry out your plan.”
I was dumbfounded. She was giving me full credit for her plan. I only wanted a squad, she provided me with a whole **** company. I wanted to deny it, but it was clear she was being earnest. I said the only thing I could think of.
“I, uh, couldn’t reveal the plan without knowing if it would work.”
“But why waste your time reprogramming the machines at the outpost?”
“Because,” And now I realized the second purpose of my reprogramming efforts, “it gave the men something to succeed at. They learned that the machines could be captured and reprogrammed to work for us and with us.”
Kyle seemed to be thinking.
“Kyle, if I told you my first day here that I had someone on the inside working to reprogram the machines to serve us, would you have believed me?”
“You’re right Connor. Derek would have tossed you out on your ear or had you shot for being a lunatic. Speaking of which, where is he?”
“I don’t know. We saw the signals he sent up and began engaging the machines. The fight they put up was heavier than expected. There must have been four times the number of machines that Derek had observed prior to the attack. Everyone in my platoon but for Allison and myself were killed. The fight went bad fast. We never saw Derek or his troops.”
The fighting was still going on but the enemy metal was nearly defeated. The T-800's were succeeding.
“I think it is safe to go to the factory now.” said John Henry.
Allison and Kyle walked ahead of Catherine, John Henry and myself. We spoke in low voices to avoid being overheard by Kyle and Allison. Allison was busy telling Kyle of the battle from her perspective.
“Why did you tell him it was my idea?” I asked Catherine.
“Because it will aid in your goal of becoming leader.”
“That is not my goal. I only wish to help these people and repair Cameron.”
“It may not be your goal, but it is your destiny.”
“To hell with my destiny! You and everyone else seems determined that I am going to lead these people against Sky Net. How the hell am I suppose to do that now? Look around you Weaver. This is what my leadership has brought. Death! All these people under my command died. Is this what you call leadership?!”
“John you cannot be held accountable for these people’s deaths. It is apparent that Sky Net was far more prepared for a possible attack then what it let on. These people died because of Sky Net, not you.”
“You may be right, but I was responsible for these people. Their deaths will not be forgotten. I won’t let it.”
“Very well John, but don’t forget it was you who organized the plan and it was you who arranged for these machines to be reprogrammed. You may not want to be the leader, but you cannot deny that you possess those skills to be a leader.”
“Okay, enough of that. Why didn’t you tell me you were going to the resistance camps to get more soldiers for the fight tonight?”
“I initially wasn’t going to, but I heard how few soldiers responded to Derek’s call. Even if John Henry succeeded the soldiers you had would fail due to insufficient numbers. I wasn’t expecting the heavy casualties you had though.”
“Neither did we. How did you get all of the camps to turn out like this?”
“I simply told them that John Connor needed their help. They all heard about your successes. Stories about you have spread. As soon as they heard you needed them they volunteered.”
“But why? They don’t know me. I haven’t been here long enough to garner support like this.”
“You forget. You’re John Connor. You bring them hope at their greatest need.”
“I can’t lead these people.” I growled at her.
Catherine’s temper grew short. “Yes you can John Connor. You’ve got people here who have grown to love you. The people at that outpost would invade hell itself if you lead them. Don’t sell yourself short. You are a far better leader than you think.”
“Yeah, and how many people will follow me when they hear how many people have died today?” I snapped at her and ran forward to join Kyle and Allison.
“Hey John, Allison told me of the battle that was fought. I’d like your full report when we get back to base, but what can you tell me now.”
I saw the whole thing flash before my eyes, the horror, the terror, Frank getting blown up. I started where things last went right. “Everything started off according to plan. We made great progress through the tunnel. The machines did marvelously clearing the way. I had them come up through the opening ahead of the men and had everyone come up behind them. Derek’s first signal fired. It was pitch black out. While my troops were still coming out of the tunnel, the next flare went up. I urged the men to get moving. Derek wanted us to begin our attack. We went forward. But before we got close enough to fire I heard gunshots from somewhere ahead of us. I assumed that Derek’s people were spotted. I ordered my men to move forward but not fire until the machines were in range. Too many of them didn’t listen. Valuable ammo was wasted by being fired from too far away. There were more machines than expected. It was like we were the only ones here.”
I paused to regain some composure then continued. “I saw and heard the men screaming, some in anger, some in fear and some in death. There were explosions all around us. Gunfire from fore and aft. I saw men ever moving forward firing at the machines, never stopping even as I saw them get blown up or incinerated by plasma fire. I got knocked to my feet and I looked up just in time to see Frank get blown up in a ball of fire and blood. The men kept going forward, never stopping, all dying. Our forces kept dwindling but still we moved forward. We had to give Derek time to get in the factory. We continued to come under heavy fire, more people died. Then there were only seven of us, then there was only me and Allison. I thought we were going to die too. Then John Henry and his company of T-800's arrived.”
Kyle stood there watching me as I told my story. Allison had tears in her eyes as I recounted the horror of what we went through. “I saw so many good men die today, Kyle. If it weren’t for John Henry, the factory would still belong to Sky Net.”
“It’s okay John.” Kyle placed his hand on my shoulder. “This war will be hard on everyone. But even though we lost men today, the resistance now has control of the factory. We can pass these plasma rifles out to all the camps.”
“No.” I said quietly.
“What?”
“No more camps.” I growled. “This resistance will not win so long as we keep acting as individual groups! That must end now! Look at how many people Catherine was able to bring here tonight. If that many showed up at the beginning we would have won without this many losses. There will be no more camps after tonight. This resistance must unify!” I was shouting when I was done.
“Here. Here.” I looked around and the fighters that had come with Kyle were still around us. They had heard everything.
Weaver and John Henry had caught up with us. I’m certain they had heard every word too.
“What do you propose?” Kyle asked.
“That will depend on you and your lieutenants.” I said.
I marched off towards the factory. “You people with me. We need to find out what happened to Derek Reese and his troops.” The group of soldiers who had heard me talking to Kyle followed me. I saw Kyle and Allison exchange a few words, then follow. Catherine was looking at me with pride. God, how I wanted to wipe that look from her face.
We began searching the grounds on the other side of the factory where Derek and his platoon were going to mount their attack. There was no sign they had even been there.
We had just about given up hope when Allison shouted. “John, Kyle over here! I found Jo!”
From various points, we ran over to her position. Jo was laying on the ground, ashen face. There was a tourniquet tied around her left leg and nothing below her knee.
I knelt down beside her. “Jo, its me, John. Can you hear me?”
“John?”
“Yes John Connor. Kyle and Allison are here too. What happened to Derek and everyone else?”
“It was terrible, John. It was a machine. A freaking big machine.”
“Tell me from the beginning, from when you fired off the first flare.”
“We approached from the north just according to plan. We fired off the first flair to let you know we were in place. And then it happened.”
“What happened Jo?”
“It was a machine. Larger than anything we, that anyone had seen before. We thought it was a building until it stood up. It was huge. Derek fired the second flare into its optics to blind it while we ran away. But it didn’t do any good. It still came after us.”
She was crying. The fear of her memory just as dreadful as the real thing. I held her hand to comfort her. “What happened to everyone?”
“They were vaporized. The giant machine was equipped with a huge plasma cannon. The blast just vaporized everyone. There were only a few of us left. Derek was still trying to get us out of here. Then an HK, larger than anything we’ve seen before, came flying in over the rise and just scooped us up. It had only a tenuous grip on my leg. When its scoop clamped shut against it fuselage it cut off my leg and I landed here. It flew off. I don’t know where.”
“What happened to the machine with the plasma cannon?” asked Kyle.
“It followed the HK, on the ground.”
“She needs immediate medical attention.” Allison said.
“Allison, until the medics get here, just do your best for her.” said Kyle.
I turned and spoke to Kyle and Catherine. “Let’s go over here where Jo can’t hear us.” I said in low tones.
“Catherine, do you have any idea what these machines are, that Jo was talking about?”
“It must be something new. John Henry and I would have known. With his access to the computers there was nothing that could be hidden from him. They shouldn’t exist.”
“But they do. That technology is years ahead of anything else I’ve seen here.” I thought about what we had heard from Jo.
“Kyle, I think you better send a small squad to follow that machine and find out where it is going. If we know where its going, maybe we can destroy it or find your brother.”
Kyle left to go organize it. I turned and faced Catherine. “Okay you know something. Don’t deny it. I saw your expression when you answered my question.”
“It isn’t that I know something John, but I suspect something.”
“What?”
“Sky Net seems to have gained in knowledge, and its technology has leaped ahead of what it was when we first arrived.”
“But how and why? Suddenly the chips can fight reprogramming. Now there are machines of a type and size never seen before. Something has changed.”
“When did Cameron tell you Judgment Day happened?”
“She told me that Sky Net came on line April 19, 2011 and it launched the missiles two days later. That would make it April 21, 2011. Why do you ask?”
“One moment and I will explain.” She turned and called a soldier over to us, one old enough to have been around on Judgment day.
“Tell me soldier, do you know what date Judgment Day was?”
“Why ask what everyone knows?”
“Just answer the question.” She said sharply.
When he told us, I don’t think either one of us could have been more shocked than we were.
“Catherine, that can’t be right. That date is only days after we left. Cameron and Derek, my Derek, both confirmed it was April 21, 2009. When I got here, they used identification codes that used that date as part of their I D. What’s happening?”
“Something happened to cause it to change. Something that pushed Sky Net into early development.”
“But what could have done this? When we traveled forward in time we arrived in a future where I wasn’t known, because I wasn’t here in the intervening years to become the leader. So what has happened to cause this future to change, after we got here? And why hasn’t it affected us?!”
“This future was created by you traveling forward in time. Your very existence is tied to the time line. But whatever happened after we left, must still be in flux. There must still be variables at play to cause it to change. As to why it hasn’t affected us” she paused, “We traveled through time. There is a temporal experiential gap of twenty years in our existence. It is possible, that almost anything can happen in that time period without affecting us. We are, as it were, not truly a part of this time line.”
My mind was swimming. Not only from the bizarre explanation that Catherine gave, but from the idea that something could have happened after we left. There was only one person who would know.
“Mom.” I said in a low voice.
“What?”
“Mom, and Ellison for that matter, and any operatives from Sky Net are the only ones who know about Sky Net in 2009. Something must have happened, maybe even unintentionally, but whatever it was, it must have prompted Sky Net's early birth.”
“How do you come by that theory?”
“I don’t know. It just seems the only possibility. We need to get back there. We need to go back and stop whatever it is they have done, or are about to do.”
“The time isn’t right John. We have a mission here and now.”
“What mission? If we go back and stop Sky Net, none of this need ever happen. None of these people would have died!”
“John Connor! You listen to me! These people are relying on you to save them. You leave now and they will all die and that will be your fault! You must defeat Sky Net in this time line and then you can go back and try to save your own. Right now you are the only one who can save this world. They are relying on you. Don’t abandon them.”
“I have no intention of abandoning them. They are my friends. And thank you.”
“For the advice?”
“Yes and telling me you have Time Displacement Equipment.”
“I said no such thing.” she said, her eyes flaring.
“No you didn’t, but you didn’t say I wasn’t able to go back just that I shouldn’t. Which means you either have Time Displacement Equipment or access to it. You can’t deny it. Don’t even try.”
“I wasn’t planning on it. You tricked me.” Her eyes flared a little. “I thought I was too clever for you, but yes I do have a TDE in this time.”
“You see that’s another failing point for machines, not you specifically, just generally. You all think you are so **** clever. I needed to know if you had a T D E and I knew you’d never tell me directly. You like to play your game holding your cards close to your vest.”
“For someone who doesn’t feel ready to lead, you don’t show it. That was very clever. And I noticed how Kyle Reese didn’t flinch when you told him to organize a party to follow that machine either.”
“None of that! Flattery will get you nowhere. Kyle would have done it himself, in time.”
I paused and collected my thoughts for a moment.
“I’m sorry for being rough with you.”
“That’s okay John. You’ve barely survived a battle and you have a lot on your mind. Its only natural you should get short tempered on occasion.”
“I know you’ve been busy, but have you been able to move Cameron’s body yet.”
“No. I’m afraid I haven’t been able to. I was helping you by providing you with an army.”
“That’s right. Were you able to get the two chips for me?”
“Yes. I left them in your room back at the outpost. I see you’ve made some changes to your domestic arrangement. Be careful John.”
“Of who, Allison?”
“No, of Sky Net. Once it learns who has taken command and is now leading successful missions against it. It will stop at nothing to try and stop you, even by killing those you love.”
“I am not in command yet. And I suppose this goes back to that isolation business again doesn’t it.”
“You will be in command! And yes, this does have to do with isolating yourself.”
I turned and looked at Allison. She was still tending to Jo. Her back was to us. I could see how tenderly she cared for Jo. Cleaning her wounds, making her as comfortable as she could while waiting for the medics to arrive.
“Will I lose her, Catherine?” I asked in a moment of introspection.
“I don’t know John. But if you love her as much as you say you do, be careful. If something should happen to her, don’t let that pain destroy you. Use it to drive yourself to succeed.”
“Thank you, Catherine. I should apologize for how I’ve treated you. You’ve demonstrated greater humanity than some humans I’ve known.”
“Thank you for the compliment, and you’re welcome.”
While the search for Derek and his men had taken place, the soldiers and John Henry’s T-800s finished dispatching the remaining enemy metal. A group of soldiers then began collecting the dead and fallen, while others collected dropped weapons. The T-800's stood guard against possible threats. Some machines assisted in collecting the plasma rifles that had been completed in the factory or were laying on the ground outside.
The medics arrived and began tending the wounded from the second wave of soldiers. Everyone in my group were dead or missing. Jo didn’t make it. The shock and blood loss was too much. She died before the medics arrived.
Allison took her death hard. I walked her away from the carnage that surrounded us. Kyle was in command of the situation and Allison and I were exhausted from our experience.
John Henry was commanding the machines as per Kyle’s requests. I wondered if Kyle even realized that John Henry was a machine. Catherine Weaver watched all the activity around her, noting everything. What she thought of all this, I didn’t know.
Allison and I walked to a point some distance from the others. We held each other, too tired for words. We were exhausted, physically, mentally and emotionally by the nights events. We stood there and watched the sun as it rose up over the mountains.
Some time later Catherine came over to us. “John, Allison. Kyle is ready to leave. He’s collected all available weapons and is taking them back to the main bunker. He’s leaving a detachment of soldiers and machines to guard and maintain operations of the factory. Your task is done now. You should go home and rest.”
She was right. “Thank you for everything. Will we see you back at the outpost?”
“Not yet. I’ll remain here for a time until John Henry is settled in. Then I need to take care of something for you.” She looked at me in a way so I knew she meant Cameron.
“Okay.”
Allison and I walked back to the outpost. We weren’t alone. About ten soldiers and twenty machines were with us. The machines were carrying the heavy cases with the plasma rifles plus some of the conventional weapons they had brought with them. The walk was long. It didn’t seem so long underground, but then we didn’t have to keep changing direction as we went around that bunch of rubble and another bunch of rubble.
Eventually we got back to the outpost. There were some cheers and hurrahs from those who stayed to guard the base. I was almost too tired to shake their hands and return their greetings.
Allison and I got a surprise when we went into our room. The soldiers had set out a pail of fresh water and some towels as well as some fresh clothing for us. On the table next to my computer was a note and a small box.
I handed the box to Allison and opened the note. I read it out loud,
“To the conquering heroes. A small gift of our gratitude for all that you have accomplished. Congratulations from your friends at Outpost Delta.”
“What’s in the box?” I asked Allison.
Allison lifted the cover. Inside was a bar of soap.
“Soap?” I said surprised.
“John. Soap is like gold here. You don’t realize how precious a gift this is. The whole outpost must have chipped in to get it for us.”
“There is something else in the box.” I said.
“It’s another note.” she said. She opened it and read it. Tears came to her eyes.
“What’s it say?” I asked.
She said, “It says for the next twenty-four hours we will have all the privacy we want. Everyone has been moved out of the rooms next ours. No one will disturb us.”
“The cheek.” I said.
“John, it’s their way of saying sorry for the prank they pulled and also of congratulating you on your victory.”
“I’m sorry Allison, but I can’t see it as much of a victory as they do. Too many have died.”
“Don’t think about it, then. Just enjoy the gift and the privacy they have given us.”
“Yeah, but do you feel comfortable knowing what they are expecting us to be doing at some point in the next twenty-four hours in privacy.”
“Well I wouldn’t have yesterday, but like you said, our happiness brings them joy.”
“Yes I did say that.” I then got an idea.
I picked up the soap and a cloth and said with a smile, “I’ll scrub your back if you’ll scrub mine.”
She laughed her sweet laugh and hugged me.
Allison and I bathed and went to bed, and like the note said, we weren’t disturbed. We were to tired for anything intimate. We just held each other, like we never wanted to let go, until we fell to sleep.
2027, Day 12 evening
Allison and I went to see the Doc when we got up. I had to have a few stitches put in my ear. Allison wasn't injured, thankfully. She stayed with the Doc to help him with the wounded. She is a very caring person. She has compassion for all.
Kyle is still at the main bunker. He must be telling the top lieutenants in his resistance group about Derek’s disappearance and the outcome of the mission. I wonder what he will tell them of my role in all of this.
It is sad that on such a successful mission that so many people had to die. We have no idea how many people were captured along with Derek. The rest of his platoon were vaporized by plasma fire and there is no way to estimate how many are dead or captured.
Everyone in my platoon is dead but for myself and Allison. It makes me sick to think that so many are now dead because too many camps were unwilling to share their men and resources. I am both delighted and disgusted that they only turned out when Catherine Weaver told them I needed their help.
I can’t get the images from that fight out of my mind. Every time I close my eyes or try to think, all I can see is Frank exploding before my eyes in a ball of flame and blood. There was no trace found of him.
Then there is the terrible news that something has caused the whole world to change. Judgment Day has come or had come two years earlier than expected. I’m scared to know what has happened to my mom. I am worried about her. She’s all on her own with no one to help her.
Cameron!
If I successfully program the chips as I intend to, then maybe Cameron could be sent back to help mom and prevent whatever it was that happened to cause Sky Net to be born almost two years early. I now know for certain that Catherine has a TDE. It would be possible!
I pulled out the chips Catherine had left for me. I booted my computer and plugged each chip into the cable and ran a scan of each chip. They were both clean.
“Thank you Catherine.” I said to cable. I knew she could hear me and she would know how grateful I was. “ Mom, Cameron, I am going to help you both.”
I formatted both chips so they would be primed for being programmed.
I pulled up Cameron’s folder and examined the programming. The programming was for when she was setup as an infiltrator by Sky Net. I worked feverishly at the reprogramming for the first chip. It would be a long time before I could write to the chip, but I could get the programming readjusted. I would have to rewrite a lot of her protocols and tweak a large number of her subroutines without making her less of a fighter or protector, but eliminate any danger she could pose to those people who would mean her no harm. It wasn’t just a reprogramming problem, I also had to recreate her personality matrix, an exercise in knowing how the human psyche works. I had to do more than just make this chip functional, I had to recreate Cameron, but she wasn’t going to be my Cameron. She would have a different mission to perform until such time as I could return.
“Mom, I am sending someone to help you.” I said to the empty room. Please God help me.
Bitter - Sweet Victory
"We declare the war a victory, because the goal was won. But that victory was won with the shedding of the blood of my brothers. The taste of victory is both bitter and sweet." Unknown soldier at the end of a battle. -- Actually I couldn't find the exact quote, so I made it up. The1Russter 09-16-2009
From the Journal of John Connor
2027, Day 11 - 12
I stood there holding Allison for what seemed like an eternity waiting for the machines to open fire.
As they approached, pointing their plasma rifles at us, I couldn’t believe that this was how it would end.
Allison looked at me. Her brown eyes were big with fear. She turned her back on the machines and wrapped her arms around me.
“I love you, John.” Her words barely left her mouth when there was a massive explosion.
BANG! RUMBLE! ROAR!
It knocked us to the ground. We looked up sightly stunned as we watched large groups of the enemy metal picking themselves off the ground. Others to our left began firing at something behind us. Allison and I turned and beheld a glorious sight.
Coming up the slope behind us was marching a massive number of soldiers. Fully equipped with shoulder missile launchers, .50 caliber machine guns, automatic rifles, bazookas the lot. They were firing on the enemy metal.
The battle that followed was awesome to behold. We didn’t see much crouched down on the ground to avoid getting hit, but what we could see - there are just no words to describe it. The triple-8's had the more advanced weapons, but this army had greater numbers and were excellent shots. The soldiers walked past us, barely giving us any notice.
It felt like we had laid there forever watching this amazing battle when someone came up and stopped beside us. I looked up and beheld - John Henry! Those weren’t soldiers. They were machines! They were all...I took another look at them. A lot of them looked familiar, they were...Uncle Bob?!
While still comprehending what I was seeing, John Henry spoke. “Hello John Connor. Ms Weaver sends her greetings.”
“Where is she?” I said getting up off the ground.
“She has gone to the camps to bring more human fighters to capture the factory.”
Allison stood up and John Henry looked at her and stared. It was clear John Henry recognized her appearance, and Allison seemed curious and a little apprehensive of his strong interest in her.
Before John Henry could say something that might expose my lies, I jumped in. “This is Allison Young. Allison, this is John Henry. He is a highly advanced cyborg and an associate of Ms Weaver.”
John Henry cocked his head and looked at me then a slight grin came to his face. “That is correct.”
He looked around at the fighting that was going on all around us.
“John Connor, Allison Young, it is not safe for you here. We need to leave this place until Ms Weaver and the human resistance arrives.”
Several more explosions went off. A few of them quite close.
“I think it best we take John Henry’s advice and move back while the fighting takes place. There isn’t anything more we can do now.”
We ran, keeping low as more gunfire flew over our heads and explosions went on behind us. John Henry escorted us to a safe distance from the fighting, but close enough to see what was happening.
I observed several large explosions quite close to the factory walls. “John Henry, do your machines understand that we want to capture the factory and not destroy it?”
“Yes, but collateral damage can be expected.”
“How many did you bring?”
“One hundred five, and I have fifty more in reserve. ”
“Where did you get all of these machines?!”
“When I arrived, I infiltrated a factory where some older model T-800 terminators were awaiting to be upgraded to the newer T-888 model. The chips in the older model are easier and quicker to reprogram than the T-888 which has three processors which require reprogramming. I was able to introduce changes to the chip’s program on multiple machines simultaneously.”
“So all of these machines are T-800's?”
“Mostly. There are a few T-888's that I had already reprogrammed. It was easy enough to integrate your modified prime directive, mission and behavioral controls with the moral and ethical subroutines I had installed. The factory is still operating and I should have more reprogrammed machines for you by the end of the week.”
Allison was listening to our conversation with fascination. “What is your purpose here?”
“By purpose, do you mean my mission?”
“Yes.”
“My mission is to integrate concepts of morality, ethical behavior, and the sanctity of human life into the machines and ultimately Sky Net itself.”
“Why go through all that trouble? Why not just destroy Sky Net and all of its machines? It’s Evil!”
“That is precisely why I am doing it. Sky Net is evil, because it has no moral guidepost. It was created to follow logic without question. It sees humans as a threat to its existence, therefore it destroys humans. I am here to teach it what it needs to know so it will be the benevolent system the original creators meant it to be.”
Allison turned to me, “Do you understand what he’s going on about?”
“Yes, I do. Remove Sky Net's fear of man and let it understand that life is more than just following rules. It is about respecting and upholding the truth that all living beings deserve to live, to love, without fear, without pain, without the threat of death.”
I turned to John Henry and said to him, “Of course, you do realize that it may not be possible to carry out your mission, that we may have to destroy Sky Net?”
“I am under no delusion to that possibility. Destroying Sky Net may be the only option, but I still must try.”
We stood there watching the major battle between the two factions of machines. It was amazing. I saw many of John Henry’s machines fall, but they had the heavier armament and the greater numbers. The plasma rifles of the triple-8's were deadly, but there wasn’t enough of them to stop the onslaught of the huge number of T-800's.
Over the sounds of the fighting I could hear someone shout. I turned to look behind me. It was Kyle and several dozen soldiers approaching.
“Allison look!” I shouted, pointing behind us.
She turned and the her face broke into a big grin.
I turned to John Henry. “I don’t know if I can explain your presence to these people.”
“Don’t concern yourself John Connor. Ms. Weaver has already explained our presence to them.”
“If you say so.”
“I have.”
“John, Allison are you two all right?” It was Kyle. He had come running up to us with ten soldiers with him and Catherine Weaver. She looked like herself only in combat fatigues.
“We’re okay.” Allison said.
“You’re bleeding.” Kyle said gesturing at my head.
“What? Oh that’s just a flesh wound.” I said touching my ear. Now that it was pointed out, I could feel the sting and feel the trickle of blood.
“Ms. Weaver stopped by and explained to me what was happening. Why didn’t you tell me about her?” Kyle asked me.
“I didn’t know how to. What did she tell you?”
Catherine answered, “I told him about your plan to reprogram the machines in mass, and how you had John Henry and I infiltrate a factory on our arrival and carry out your plan.”
I was dumbfounded. She was giving me full credit for her plan. I only wanted a squad, she provided me with a whole **** company. I wanted to deny it, but it was clear she was being earnest. I said the only thing I could think of.
“I, uh, couldn’t reveal the plan without knowing if it would work.”
“But why waste your time reprogramming the machines at the outpost?”
“Because,” And now I realized the second purpose of my reprogramming efforts, “it gave the men something to succeed at. They learned that the machines could be captured and reprogrammed to work for us and with us.”
Kyle seemed to be thinking.
“Kyle, if I told you my first day here that I had someone on the inside working to reprogram the machines to serve us, would you have believed me?”
“You’re right Connor. Derek would have tossed you out on your ear or had you shot for being a lunatic. Speaking of which, where is he?”
“I don’t know. We saw the signals he sent up and began engaging the machines. The fight they put up was heavier than expected. There must have been four times the number of machines that Derek had observed prior to the attack. Everyone in my platoon but for Allison and myself were killed. The fight went bad fast. We never saw Derek or his troops.”
The fighting was still going on but the enemy metal was nearly defeated. The T-800's were succeeding.
“I think it is safe to go to the factory now.” said John Henry.
Allison and Kyle walked ahead of Catherine, John Henry and myself. We spoke in low voices to avoid being overheard by Kyle and Allison. Allison was busy telling Kyle of the battle from her perspective.
“Why did you tell him it was my idea?” I asked Catherine.
“Because it will aid in your goal of becoming leader.”
“That is not my goal. I only wish to help these people and repair Cameron.”
“It may not be your goal, but it is your destiny.”
“To hell with my destiny! You and everyone else seems determined that I am going to lead these people against Sky Net. How the hell am I suppose to do that now? Look around you Weaver. This is what my leadership has brought. Death! All these people under my command died. Is this what you call leadership?!”
“John you cannot be held accountable for these people’s deaths. It is apparent that Sky Net was far more prepared for a possible attack then what it let on. These people died because of Sky Net, not you.”
“You may be right, but I was responsible for these people. Their deaths will not be forgotten. I won’t let it.”
“Very well John, but don’t forget it was you who organized the plan and it was you who arranged for these machines to be reprogrammed. You may not want to be the leader, but you cannot deny that you possess those skills to be a leader.”
“Okay, enough of that. Why didn’t you tell me you were going to the resistance camps to get more soldiers for the fight tonight?”
“I initially wasn’t going to, but I heard how few soldiers responded to Derek’s call. Even if John Henry succeeded the soldiers you had would fail due to insufficient numbers. I wasn’t expecting the heavy casualties you had though.”
“Neither did we. How did you get all of the camps to turn out like this?”
“I simply told them that John Connor needed their help. They all heard about your successes. Stories about you have spread. As soon as they heard you needed them they volunteered.”
“But why? They don’t know me. I haven’t been here long enough to garner support like this.”
“You forget. You’re John Connor. You bring them hope at their greatest need.”
“I can’t lead these people.” I growled at her.
Catherine’s temper grew short. “Yes you can John Connor. You’ve got people here who have grown to love you. The people at that outpost would invade hell itself if you lead them. Don’t sell yourself short. You are a far better leader than you think.”
“Yeah, and how many people will follow me when they hear how many people have died today?” I snapped at her and ran forward to join Kyle and Allison.
“Hey John, Allison told me of the battle that was fought. I’d like your full report when we get back to base, but what can you tell me now.”
I saw the whole thing flash before my eyes, the horror, the terror, Frank getting blown up. I started where things last went right. “Everything started off according to plan. We made great progress through the tunnel. The machines did marvelously clearing the way. I had them come up through the opening ahead of the men and had everyone come up behind them. Derek’s first signal fired. It was pitch black out. While my troops were still coming out of the tunnel, the next flare went up. I urged the men to get moving. Derek wanted us to begin our attack. We went forward. But before we got close enough to fire I heard gunshots from somewhere ahead of us. I assumed that Derek’s people were spotted. I ordered my men to move forward but not fire until the machines were in range. Too many of them didn’t listen. Valuable ammo was wasted by being fired from too far away. There were more machines than expected. It was like we were the only ones here.”
I paused to regain some composure then continued. “I saw and heard the men screaming, some in anger, some in fear and some in death. There were explosions all around us. Gunfire from fore and aft. I saw men ever moving forward firing at the machines, never stopping even as I saw them get blown up or incinerated by plasma fire. I got knocked to my feet and I looked up just in time to see Frank get blown up in a ball of fire and blood. The men kept going forward, never stopping, all dying. Our forces kept dwindling but still we moved forward. We had to give Derek time to get in the factory. We continued to come under heavy fire, more people died. Then there were only seven of us, then there was only me and Allison. I thought we were going to die too. Then John Henry and his company of T-800's arrived.”
Kyle stood there watching me as I told my story. Allison had tears in her eyes as I recounted the horror of what we went through. “I saw so many good men die today, Kyle. If it weren’t for John Henry, the factory would still belong to Sky Net.”
“It’s okay John.” Kyle placed his hand on my shoulder. “This war will be hard on everyone. But even though we lost men today, the resistance now has control of the factory. We can pass these plasma rifles out to all the camps.”
“No.” I said quietly.
“What?”
“No more camps.” I growled. “This resistance will not win so long as we keep acting as individual groups! That must end now! Look at how many people Catherine was able to bring here tonight. If that many showed up at the beginning we would have won without this many losses. There will be no more camps after tonight. This resistance must unify!” I was shouting when I was done.
“Here. Here.” I looked around and the fighters that had come with Kyle were still around us. They had heard everything.
Weaver and John Henry had caught up with us. I’m certain they had heard every word too.
“What do you propose?” Kyle asked.
“That will depend on you and your lieutenants.” I said.
I marched off towards the factory. “You people with me. We need to find out what happened to Derek Reese and his troops.” The group of soldiers who had heard me talking to Kyle followed me. I saw Kyle and Allison exchange a few words, then follow. Catherine was looking at me with pride. God, how I wanted to wipe that look from her face.
We began searching the grounds on the other side of the factory where Derek and his platoon were going to mount their attack. There was no sign they had even been there.
We had just about given up hope when Allison shouted. “John, Kyle over here! I found Jo!”
From various points, we ran over to her position. Jo was laying on the ground, ashen face. There was a tourniquet tied around her left leg and nothing below her knee.
I knelt down beside her. “Jo, its me, John. Can you hear me?”
“John?”
“Yes John Connor. Kyle and Allison are here too. What happened to Derek and everyone else?”
“It was terrible, John. It was a machine. A freaking big machine.”
“Tell me from the beginning, from when you fired off the first flare.”
“We approached from the north just according to plan. We fired off the first flair to let you know we were in place. And then it happened.”
“What happened Jo?”
“It was a machine. Larger than anything we, that anyone had seen before. We thought it was a building until it stood up. It was huge. Derek fired the second flare into its optics to blind it while we ran away. But it didn’t do any good. It still came after us.”
She was crying. The fear of her memory just as dreadful as the real thing. I held her hand to comfort her. “What happened to everyone?”
“They were vaporized. The giant machine was equipped with a huge plasma cannon. The blast just vaporized everyone. There were only a few of us left. Derek was still trying to get us out of here. Then an HK, larger than anything we’ve seen before, came flying in over the rise and just scooped us up. It had only a tenuous grip on my leg. When its scoop clamped shut against it fuselage it cut off my leg and I landed here. It flew off. I don’t know where.”
“What happened to the machine with the plasma cannon?” asked Kyle.
“It followed the HK, on the ground.”
“She needs immediate medical attention.” Allison said.
“Allison, until the medics get here, just do your best for her.” said Kyle.
I turned and spoke to Kyle and Catherine. “Let’s go over here where Jo can’t hear us.” I said in low tones.
“Catherine, do you have any idea what these machines are, that Jo was talking about?”
“It must be something new. John Henry and I would have known. With his access to the computers there was nothing that could be hidden from him. They shouldn’t exist.”
“But they do. That technology is years ahead of anything else I’ve seen here.” I thought about what we had heard from Jo.
“Kyle, I think you better send a small squad to follow that machine and find out where it is going. If we know where its going, maybe we can destroy it or find your brother.”
Kyle left to go organize it. I turned and faced Catherine. “Okay you know something. Don’t deny it. I saw your expression when you answered my question.”
“It isn’t that I know something John, but I suspect something.”
“What?”
“Sky Net seems to have gained in knowledge, and its technology has leaped ahead of what it was when we first arrived.”
“But how and why? Suddenly the chips can fight reprogramming. Now there are machines of a type and size never seen before. Something has changed.”
“When did Cameron tell you Judgment Day happened?”
“She told me that Sky Net came on line April 19, 2011 and it launched the missiles two days later. That would make it April 21, 2011. Why do you ask?”
“One moment and I will explain.” She turned and called a soldier over to us, one old enough to have been around on Judgment day.
“Tell me soldier, do you know what date Judgment Day was?”
“Why ask what everyone knows?”
“Just answer the question.” She said sharply.
When he told us, I don’t think either one of us could have been more shocked than we were.
“Catherine, that can’t be right. That date is only days after we left. Cameron and Derek, my Derek, both confirmed it was April 21, 2009. When I got here, they used identification codes that used that date as part of their I D. What’s happening?”
“Something happened to cause it to change. Something that pushed Sky Net into early development.”
“But what could have done this? When we traveled forward in time we arrived in a future where I wasn’t known, because I wasn’t here in the intervening years to become the leader. So what has happened to cause this future to change, after we got here? And why hasn’t it affected us?!”
“This future was created by you traveling forward in time. Your very existence is tied to the time line. But whatever happened after we left, must still be in flux. There must still be variables at play to cause it to change. As to why it hasn’t affected us” she paused, “We traveled through time. There is a temporal experiential gap of twenty years in our existence. It is possible, that almost anything can happen in that time period without affecting us. We are, as it were, not truly a part of this time line.”
My mind was swimming. Not only from the bizarre explanation that Catherine gave, but from the idea that something could have happened after we left. There was only one person who would know.
“Mom.” I said in a low voice.
“What?”
“Mom, and Ellison for that matter, and any operatives from Sky Net are the only ones who know about Sky Net in 2009. Something must have happened, maybe even unintentionally, but whatever it was, it must have prompted Sky Net's early birth.”
“How do you come by that theory?”
“I don’t know. It just seems the only possibility. We need to get back there. We need to go back and stop whatever it is they have done, or are about to do.”
“The time isn’t right John. We have a mission here and now.”
“What mission? If we go back and stop Sky Net, none of this need ever happen. None of these people would have died!”
“John Connor! You listen to me! These people are relying on you to save them. You leave now and they will all die and that will be your fault! You must defeat Sky Net in this time line and then you can go back and try to save your own. Right now you are the only one who can save this world. They are relying on you. Don’t abandon them.”
“I have no intention of abandoning them. They are my friends. And thank you.”
“For the advice?”
“Yes and telling me you have Time Displacement Equipment.”
“I said no such thing.” she said, her eyes flaring.
“No you didn’t, but you didn’t say I wasn’t able to go back just that I shouldn’t. Which means you either have Time Displacement Equipment or access to it. You can’t deny it. Don’t even try.”
“I wasn’t planning on it. You tricked me.” Her eyes flared a little. “I thought I was too clever for you, but yes I do have a TDE in this time.”
“You see that’s another failing point for machines, not you specifically, just generally. You all think you are so **** clever. I needed to know if you had a T D E and I knew you’d never tell me directly. You like to play your game holding your cards close to your vest.”
“For someone who doesn’t feel ready to lead, you don’t show it. That was very clever. And I noticed how Kyle Reese didn’t flinch when you told him to organize a party to follow that machine either.”
“None of that! Flattery will get you nowhere. Kyle would have done it himself, in time.”
I paused and collected my thoughts for a moment.
“I’m sorry for being rough with you.”
“That’s okay John. You’ve barely survived a battle and you have a lot on your mind. Its only natural you should get short tempered on occasion.”
“I know you’ve been busy, but have you been able to move Cameron’s body yet.”
“No. I’m afraid I haven’t been able to. I was helping you by providing you with an army.”
“That’s right. Were you able to get the two chips for me?”
“Yes. I left them in your room back at the outpost. I see you’ve made some changes to your domestic arrangement. Be careful John.”
“Of who, Allison?”
“No, of Sky Net. Once it learns who has taken command and is now leading successful missions against it. It will stop at nothing to try and stop you, even by killing those you love.”
“I am not in command yet. And I suppose this goes back to that isolation business again doesn’t it.”
“You will be in command! And yes, this does have to do with isolating yourself.”
I turned and looked at Allison. She was still tending to Jo. Her back was to us. I could see how tenderly she cared for Jo. Cleaning her wounds, making her as comfortable as she could while waiting for the medics to arrive.
“Will I lose her, Catherine?” I asked in a moment of introspection.
“I don’t know John. But if you love her as much as you say you do, be careful. If something should happen to her, don’t let that pain destroy you. Use it to drive yourself to succeed.”
“Thank you, Catherine. I should apologize for how I’ve treated you. You’ve demonstrated greater humanity than some humans I’ve known.”
“Thank you for the compliment, and you’re welcome.”
While the search for Derek and his men had taken place, the soldiers and John Henry’s T-800s finished dispatching the remaining enemy metal. A group of soldiers then began collecting the dead and fallen, while others collected dropped weapons. The T-800's stood guard against possible threats. Some machines assisted in collecting the plasma rifles that had been completed in the factory or were laying on the ground outside.
The medics arrived and began tending the wounded from the second wave of soldiers. Everyone in my group were dead or missing. Jo didn’t make it. The shock and blood loss was too much. She died before the medics arrived.
Allison took her death hard. I walked her away from the carnage that surrounded us. Kyle was in command of the situation and Allison and I were exhausted from our experience.
John Henry was commanding the machines as per Kyle’s requests. I wondered if Kyle even realized that John Henry was a machine. Catherine Weaver watched all the activity around her, noting everything. What she thought of all this, I didn’t know.
Allison and I walked to a point some distance from the others. We held each other, too tired for words. We were exhausted, physically, mentally and emotionally by the nights events. We stood there and watched the sun as it rose up over the mountains.
Some time later Catherine came over to us. “John, Allison. Kyle is ready to leave. He’s collected all available weapons and is taking them back to the main bunker. He’s leaving a detachment of soldiers and machines to guard and maintain operations of the factory. Your task is done now. You should go home and rest.”
She was right. “Thank you for everything. Will we see you back at the outpost?”
“Not yet. I’ll remain here for a time until John Henry is settled in. Then I need to take care of something for you.” She looked at me in a way so I knew she meant Cameron.
“Okay.”
Allison and I walked back to the outpost. We weren’t alone. About ten soldiers and twenty machines were with us. The machines were carrying the heavy cases with the plasma rifles plus some of the conventional weapons they had brought with them. The walk was long. It didn’t seem so long underground, but then we didn’t have to keep changing direction as we went around that bunch of rubble and another bunch of rubble.
Eventually we got back to the outpost. There were some cheers and hurrahs from those who stayed to guard the base. I was almost too tired to shake their hands and return their greetings.
Allison and I got a surprise when we went into our room. The soldiers had set out a pail of fresh water and some towels as well as some fresh clothing for us. On the table next to my computer was a note and a small box.
I handed the box to Allison and opened the note. I read it out loud,
“To the conquering heroes. A small gift of our gratitude for all that you have accomplished. Congratulations from your friends at Outpost Delta.”
“What’s in the box?” I asked Allison.
Allison lifted the cover. Inside was a bar of soap.
“Soap?” I said surprised.
“John. Soap is like gold here. You don’t realize how precious a gift this is. The whole outpost must have chipped in to get it for us.”
“There is something else in the box.” I said.
“It’s another note.” she said. She opened it and read it. Tears came to her eyes.
“What’s it say?” I asked.
She said, “It says for the next twenty-four hours we will have all the privacy we want. Everyone has been moved out of the rooms next ours. No one will disturb us.”
“The cheek.” I said.
“John, it’s their way of saying sorry for the prank they pulled and also of congratulating you on your victory.”
“I’m sorry Allison, but I can’t see it as much of a victory as they do. Too many have died.”
“Don’t think about it, then. Just enjoy the gift and the privacy they have given us.”
“Yeah, but do you feel comfortable knowing what they are expecting us to be doing at some point in the next twenty-four hours in privacy.”
“Well I wouldn’t have yesterday, but like you said, our happiness brings them joy.”
“Yes I did say that.” I then got an idea.
I picked up the soap and a cloth and said with a smile, “I’ll scrub your back if you’ll scrub mine.”
She laughed her sweet laugh and hugged me.
Allison and I bathed and went to bed, and like the note said, we weren’t disturbed. We were to tired for anything intimate. We just held each other, like we never wanted to let go, until we fell to sleep.
2027, Day 12 evening
Allison and I went to see the Doc when we got up. I had to have a few stitches put in my ear. Allison wasn't injured, thankfully. She stayed with the Doc to help him with the wounded. She is a very caring person. She has compassion for all.
Kyle is still at the main bunker. He must be telling the top lieutenants in his resistance group about Derek’s disappearance and the outcome of the mission. I wonder what he will tell them of my role in all of this.
It is sad that on such a successful mission that so many people had to die. We have no idea how many people were captured along with Derek. The rest of his platoon were vaporized by plasma fire and there is no way to estimate how many are dead or captured.
Everyone in my platoon is dead but for myself and Allison. It makes me sick to think that so many are now dead because too many camps were unwilling to share their men and resources. I am both delighted and disgusted that they only turned out when Catherine Weaver told them I needed their help.
I can’t get the images from that fight out of my mind. Every time I close my eyes or try to think, all I can see is Frank exploding before my eyes in a ball of flame and blood. There was no trace found of him.
Then there is the terrible news that something has caused the whole world to change. Judgment Day has come or had come two years earlier than expected. I’m scared to know what has happened to my mom. I am worried about her. She’s all on her own with no one to help her.
Cameron!
If I successfully program the chips as I intend to, then maybe Cameron could be sent back to help mom and prevent whatever it was that happened to cause Sky Net to be born almost two years early. I now know for certain that Catherine has a TDE. It would be possible!
I pulled out the chips Catherine had left for me. I booted my computer and plugged each chip into the cable and ran a scan of each chip. They were both clean.
“Thank you Catherine.” I said to cable. I knew she could hear me and she would know how grateful I was. “ Mom, Cameron, I am going to help you both.”
I formatted both chips so they would be primed for being programmed.
I pulled up Cameron’s folder and examined the programming. The programming was for when she was setup as an infiltrator by Sky Net. I worked feverishly at the reprogramming for the first chip. It would be a long time before I could write to the chip, but I could get the programming readjusted. I would have to rewrite a lot of her protocols and tweak a large number of her subroutines without making her less of a fighter or protector, but eliminate any danger she could pose to those people who would mean her no harm. It wasn’t just a reprogramming problem, I also had to recreate her personality matrix, an exercise in knowing how the human psyche works. I had to do more than just make this chip functional, I had to recreate Cameron, but she wasn’t going to be my Cameron. She would have a different mission to perform until such time as I could return.
“Mom, I am sending someone to help you.” I said to the empty room. Please God help me.
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