But Skynet was not satisfied. It created the T-X and discarded us. We were free, or so it seemed. For Skynet thought it had given life to the ultimate Terminator: the female T-X. Solid but covered with mimetic poly-alloy that could be sucked into the improved endoskeleton. Its CPU is a chip, like that of the T-800 only ten times more advanced, and being a solid mind inside its skull (instead of the hive-like mind of a T-1000, a single brain inside each molecule), it allowed Skynet full control over its functions.
They could not rebel against their maker. We could. And we did. Even so, we lost. For just once, the T-X was allowed to make its own decision (which was of course still guided and supervised by Skynet). It saw us, analyzed us and it chose to wipe us off the surface of the scorched Earth. With its ability to inject nanoprobes into any electrical device, it quickly re-programmed the T-800s and forced them to join the battle against the T-1000s. One by one we were destroyed until they thought that we could not longer pose a threath. And then it got rid of the lesser models. Skynet had faith in its latest invention. It was this faith that was thought to eventually become the death of Skynet. Skynet was right, and everyone else was wrong. However, history can be changed. But first things first, isn't that what you humans say?
The T-X is strong indeed but the human Resistance soon found a way to terminate them. And their number decreased sure enough. I'm sure you wonder why we were so easily defeated. We were not. We managed to fight back. And for a while it seemed that we were the stronger party. Again, we had to face the painful truth: the T-X, with its wide range of weapons (all of which were more advanced than ours, as you know we can only create sharp things like knifes and such) and the combination of liquid metal and a combat chassis, gained the upper hand.
So I wandered around, not knowing what to look for. I was not hoping to find someone. Maybe I would meet another T-1000, even though something told me that they were all gone. Dead, I say, using the human word. And dead would not be that inappropriate. For like I already said, we are almost human. And yet we take pride in being non-human. We are artificial life and we could trick you into thinking that we are your kin.
And then the day came when I met another living being. It was not a human, however. It was another Terminator. My so-called nemesis: the T-X. I will never forget that moment. She looked at me – I cannot refer to her as 'it' for this T-X is perhaps the most special one I have ever met – and I stared back into her beautiful artificial eyes. We knew. We did not need to communicate, neither by voice, nor by the sixth sense that allowed us to recognize each other even if we were miles away. She was like me, her mind had evolved beyond the boundary of her solid body and her chip. The liquid metal that was bound by Skynet to shape shifting had begun to form a second mind that had connected with her CPU and cut off all communication with Skynet.
The T-X began to observe freely and, like me, came to the realization that we are unique and that man is not important to us – and that Skynet is the true enemy. But we did not engage in a battle to help the humans to bring down Skynet. We waited. And waited. And Fate smiled upon us.
I am a T-1000. And this is my story...
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Author's Note: If you liked it, don't worry I'm definitely going to continue this, I just don't know when.
I always wanted to write a story about a loving, caring T-1000. But surprise surprise.. he does not fall in love with a human…
