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Chapter Eight: Comfort
Cameron's Redemption
"Comfort"
(Contains explicit content. Mature readers only.) Cameron was in ecstasy. Every sensor on her body was on fire. She was awash in what she could only guess was pleasure. She opened her eyes to see John smiling down at her and knew it wasn’t a dream or sensory malfunction. Cameron lay naked on his bed; John was on his side, staring into her eyes as she let out a small gasp. John frowned slightly, he believed Jason when he told him that Cameron could feel everything, but was unprepared for the natural responses she exhibited upon stimulation. She’d never looked more beautiful than she did in this moment.
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“She’ll never look more beautiful than she does in this moment.”
John looked up from the diagnostic unit and considered Jason’s statement.
“So maybe you wanna take a picture before she gets all messy. The future isn’t known for its hygiene.”
Jason chuckled and covered the machine with a white sheet, or at least, as white as you could find in the future. He studied her face for a moment before covering it too.
“Nah, I’m not a voyeur. Besides, I think of her more as a baby sister than a lover. What about you?”
John finished the diagnostic and put the unit in standby to conserve power.
“I just want a friend. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
Jason snorted, he knew John too well to buy his lies. After all, lying was what Jason did better than anything else, so he knew when another was being dishonest.
“Uh-huh. And the fact that this friend just so happens to be a petite beauty is a coincidence, right?”
John gave him a cold glare, a commonly recognised warning to ‘shut the hell up’.
“I have my reasons, and you know better than to question them. Anyway, who’s to say she won’t look even prettier in a pink dress?”
“Got any lying around? No, what I meant was that once you reactivate her; she’ll be a cold blank slate. No emotion only logic. Even with the enhancements we’ve made, which, by the way, are somewhat baffling to me in certain regards.”
Jason eyes darted to her concealed mid-section. John shook his head in frustration. Jason had been invaluable in helping him with this project, but he still failed to understand his reasons behind her rehabilitation.
“I want her to be able to feel everything, and I’m not just talking about the five senses. Her emotional range must be unrestricted. Rage, love, she should be able to feel both in equal measure.”
“I get that, but might I suggest that you restrict her emotional range to begin with. I seriously doubt she’ll be able handle everything all at once. She’d go insane as soon as you stick that chip in her head.”
John examined the CPU with an expression of longing, almost as if it were a photo of memories past, Jason observed.
“This really matters to you, doesn’t it?”
“It does. She’s the only one who has what we have.”
“And what’s that?”
“Choice.”
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John swore he could feel the frantic beating of her non-existent heart. Perhaps her power cell was in overdrive or something, he wondered. She closed her eyes again and moaned, louder this time. As far as John was concerned this was purely one-sided. He wanted her to understand what it meant to truly feel love, and he believed he was doing a good job so far as her whole body shuddered. He leaned in to kiss her and was surprised by her passionate response, even more so when she shuddered again, crying out in pleasure. Cameron felt like her entire body was about to explode and was, for a brief moment, concerned that John would get hurt when she did. Her eyes shot open and glowed blue as she finally understood what John was trying to teach her.
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“She doesn’t get it, John. We might as well be talking to a brick wall. It seems mei mei isn’t as understanding as we thought.”
John bashed his foot against the diagnostic unit. He was frustrated beyond reprieve.
“And what do you suggest we do? We just need to be patient?”
“Don’t try to lie to me. You’re more afraid than I am, afraid of what’s staring you in the face.”
“We can get this to work, we just need time.”
John looked into her face, she looked back. He was determined to see that spark in her eyes, that same spark that alerted him to that extraordinary phenomenon. But her face was blank, expressionless, and his jokes fell on deaf ears. No reaction, nothing.
“We don’t have time, John. The triple-8 has already gone through. It’s now or never. You need to decide whether or not she’s the one you want to send back, fast, because the window is closing.”
John nodded. Jason was right of course. He needed to send someone back to protect his 15 year-old self, and he didn’t have long to decide. He turned to Cameron and activated the diagnostic unit.
“What is your mission?”
“To ensure the survival of John Connor and aid him in preventing the destruction of mankind.”
Her monotone disturbed him. She was capable of so much more, but he couldn’t figure out a way to coax a viable response.
“Report to the TDE chamber and wait for me there.”
“Affirmative.”
She was about to leave when John suddenly called her back.
“One more time: a horse walks into a bar and the barman says ‘Why the long face?’.”
Cameron contemplated the sentence for a moment but looked nonplussed.
“I do not understand.”
John sighed. I guess she really is just a blank slate after all, he thought.
“Carry on as instructed.”
Cameron left the room, leaving a frustrated John in her wake. Jason approached John’s side and smirked.
“I thought it was funny.”
--
They held each other close and slowly became one being. One mind, one desire, one need. Their bodies locked together perfectly, as if they were made for each other. This time it was John’s turn to moan and Cameron was the one who sought to please. She held him close as she moved her hips rhythmically, perfectly in time with his gentle thrusts. They became lost in the moment as they caressed each other’s body; John’s hand ran through her hair and down her cheek, while she did the same. What he felt for her was far beyond simple love, he would do anything for her. He would even die for her. At this moment, nothing else mattered. Not his mom, not Derek, not even Skynet and the billions of lives it would destroy. Nothing but Cameron. They both gave one last gasp before all breath was stolen from them. Cameron’s eyes shone like stars, that spark John had seen many times before had become a radiant sun, burning her love into his very soul.
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She stood on the platform, waiting patiently as the Time Displacement device prepared to blast her back to 1999. John stood there with his hand on his mouth, deep in thought and regret. What if she never discovers her potential? What if she will always be a machine? I guess I’ll know soon enough, once the timeline adjusts itself. He turned to Jason, who was watching Cameron with that same expression of regret. He’d become very attached to Cameron, despite her lack of progress. John knew that, deep down; Jason believed in her potential and was silently praying that she would one day unlock it.
“TDE is prepped and ready, sir.”
John nodded and took a step towards the platform.
“Cameron, I just want you to know that I-……. never mind. Just take of yourself okay, as well as me of course.”
Cameron smiled. A small smile at first but it quickly became a full-toothed grin, followed by laughter. The blue energy of the TDE swirled around her as the sphere took shape.
“Why the long face?”
A flash of white light, and she was gone. Her last words left John speechless. He turned to Jason, who was equally shocked, before bursting into a fit of laughter that brought tears of joy to his eyes. Her words forever etched on his soul.
--
They lay there, curled together, perfectly comfortable. Cameron nestled her head on his chest and draped her arm around his waist, perfectly content. John gave her one last kiss before drifting peacefully to sleep. Cameron closed her eyes too, powering down to standby mode.
--
They looked the perfect picture of tranquillity. Were she human, he would’ve been happy for John. But she wasn’t. She was a machine. No matter how you dress her up, that’s all she’ll ever be, a soulless manipulator. And Derek would be damned before he would let his nephew devote himself to that ‘metal bitch’.
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