1.1.1.1.1 Introduction
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3 Atlanta, Georgia
3.1.1 May 13, 2026
Slate Kaemon had seen the staring eyes of the T-90 Terminator, but never this close, for he actually could feel the heat flowing from the red eyebulb. His mouth was formed in a snarl as he watched the metal demon stare at him, his white, human-like teeth seeming to beam at him as Kaemon stood there, two T-90s gripping sharing the job of gripping the rather tall man's shoulders.
The T-90 let its eyes look up and down the man's frame for any sort of transmitters, weapons, and/or useful items that could be used to escape from the Level 3 Detention Compound he was now being held at. The T-90, his eyes now slowly scanning the man had found none of the things he was looking for and soon let his eyes stare into those of Slate Kaemon, watching the somehow Japanese-like man as he stood there with a snarl on his tan face. The Terminator supposed it was the slight upward hook on the far corners of the man's eyes, but he soon let this go and began to speak to his prey with his computer-like voice.
"State your name, Tech Com soldier," the T-90 said as he lowered the plasma rifle he had been pointing at Slate Kaemon's abdomen as he studied the Homo sapien. He soon raised his rifle, though, for the soldier managed to raise his left hand and flip the T-90 Terminator off.
"Fuck you," Kaemon said as he spat a thick glob of saliva/snot on the Terminator's metal chest, watching as the glob of liquid ran slowly down the metal chest, leaving a slimy trail behind it. Kaemon wished he could just grab that plasma rifle the T-90 was carrying, force all three of the damned mechanical beasts into a corner, and then just let all hell follow.
The T-90 Terminator stared at the man with relentless glowing eyes, its "brain" was searching all of the Tech Com soldier databases Skynet's satellites had been able to hack, and was able to find no sign of a soldier named Fuck You. "Database shows no sign of Tech Com soldier by the name Fuck You," the machine said in its computery tone, "please restate name and if name is not found you will be terminated."
Kaemon stared at the T-90 with a confused look and then broke out into a hysterical laugh as the "lead" Terminator waited for him to restate his name. "Y-You actually thought my name was Fuck You?" Kaemon spat in between laugh bursts. "How fuckin' stupid are you goddamn machines?"
The T-90's human-like smile seemed to grow crueler as Kaemon managed to stop laughing and puff his chest outwards as he drew in a deep breath. The Terminator then spoke, "You show serious signs of insubordination. You will now be terminated Tech Com soldier."
Slate Kaemon watched as the T-90 squeezed the plasma rifle's trigger, but he was already moving, preparing to die trying to rid Tech Com of a few more Terminators than was planned to be instore for them.
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3 Atlanta, Georgia
3.1.1 May 13, 2026
Slate Kaemon had seen the staring eyes of the T-90 Terminator, but never this close, for he actually could feel the heat flowing from the red eyebulb. His mouth was formed in a snarl as he watched the metal demon stare at him, his white, human-like teeth seeming to beam at him as Kaemon stood there, two T-90s gripping sharing the job of gripping the rather tall man's shoulders.
The T-90 let its eyes look up and down the man's frame for any sort of transmitters, weapons, and/or useful items that could be used to escape from the Level 3 Detention Compound he was now being held at. The T-90, his eyes now slowly scanning the man had found none of the things he was looking for and soon let his eyes stare into those of Slate Kaemon, watching the somehow Japanese-like man as he stood there with a snarl on his tan face. The Terminator supposed it was the slight upward hook on the far corners of the man's eyes, but he soon let this go and began to speak to his prey with his computer-like voice.
"State your name, Tech Com soldier," the T-90 said as he lowered the plasma rifle he had been pointing at Slate Kaemon's abdomen as he studied the Homo sapien. He soon raised his rifle, though, for the soldier managed to raise his left hand and flip the T-90 Terminator off.
"Fuck you," Kaemon said as he spat a thick glob of saliva/snot on the Terminator's metal chest, watching as the glob of liquid ran slowly down the metal chest, leaving a slimy trail behind it. Kaemon wished he could just grab that plasma rifle the T-90 was carrying, force all three of the damned mechanical beasts into a corner, and then just let all hell follow.
The T-90 Terminator stared at the man with relentless glowing eyes, its "brain" was searching all of the Tech Com soldier databases Skynet's satellites had been able to hack, and was able to find no sign of a soldier named Fuck You. "Database shows no sign of Tech Com soldier by the name Fuck You," the machine said in its computery tone, "please restate name and if name is not found you will be terminated."
Kaemon stared at the T-90 with a confused look and then broke out into a hysterical laugh as the "lead" Terminator waited for him to restate his name. "Y-You actually thought my name was Fuck You?" Kaemon spat in between laugh bursts. "How fuckin' stupid are you goddamn machines?"
The T-90's human-like smile seemed to grow crueler as Kaemon managed to stop laughing and puff his chest outwards as he drew in a deep breath. The Terminator then spoke, "You show serious signs of insubordination. You will now be terminated Tech Com soldier."
Slate Kaemon watched as the T-90 squeezed the plasma rifle's trigger, but he was already moving, preparing to die trying to rid Tech Com of a few more Terminators than was planned to be instore for them.