AN: This is my first attempt at writing a story and for that matter writing anything more complex that a shopping list. I am 59 years old with a 10th grade education with appalling literary skills and spelling (thank God for spell check). While I freely admit to being a total ignoramus I have no shame in it as there is no shame in being ignorant, the shame lies in choosing to knowingly remain in that state. Despite my lack of education I have managed to accomplish many things in my life that I'm very proud of, a professional day trader (how I make my bucks)..a private pilot certificate with multi engine land, multi engine sea, instrument & tail wheel ratings. most of my life was spent (prior to becoming a day trader in the last five years) as either working in the woods as a sawyer and/or skidder operator (lumber jack) or in the oil field as a roughneck/derrick man (strong back/weak mind occupations) and occasionally a stint as a concrete finisher.

That being said, do not hold back on the criticism as one can never hope to improve himself unless he is aware of the things he needs to improve on. I also apologize for spelling errors as my spelling is so bad at times that even spell check doesn't help, I'm doing my best and am trying to improve. If all that isn't bad enough, I am also struggling to learn how to use this web site and learning how to type with more that one finger. All in all a monumental task for someone of my skills but I don't give up real easy and the

story WILL be completed if it takes me a year to do it.

I have always been a sci-fi freak and TSCC totally enraptured me, especially the character of Cameron and her relationship with John. In this story Cameron will never become more human than what I perceived her to be in the series but after the BTR ep that will start to change. The subject of "cyborg procreation" will come into the story but she will never be able to have John's child. She will always be what she was in the series (with a few minor improvements which I will discuss when the chapters come up) as in my opinion that's what makes her and her relationship with John so intriguing. I will go into areas that have never been really explained in the series or movies like what exactly are LMT's, how they work and where they really came from, Derick and the basement in D&D, the animosity between Cameron and Derick just to name a few. Last but not least the movies T-3 and T-4 are totally irrelevant to this story and as far as I'm concerned don't exist.

In the actual series, we never did get much information on the character Allison Young. In the AFPD we learn that John Connor had chosen her for something but that's all. The popular idea that she had any sort of relationship with him is just speculation. Not much is known of her personality or role in the resistance.

In light of this I will present a rather new take on the character, but will also try to keep her in tune with what we actually do know about her. Also, the notion that she had some sort or romantic relationship with John, I have always had a hard time with, if for no other reason, the tremendous age difference that would exist between them. In the original (future John's) time line, he would be in his forties while she would still be in her teens.

This story, originally to be a John/Cameron story, will center around Allison and her past experiences and associations. It will end shortly after her death and Cameron embarking on her original Sky-Net mission, perhaps to the where she gets sent back in time. There will be another story after that, that will coincide with season one and perhaps two of TSCC and will progress beyond the second season of the TV series, in yet another story. So the present story would be, if I were writing the series, season one and season one of TSCC would be essentially season two of my story, season two would be season three etc. Seasons two and on (of my story), will of course , center around John and Cameron.

Enough said for now...thanks

PS: Disclaimer: I do not own any characters related to TSCC or are they my creation. This work is strictly amature (obviously) and I recieve no compersation of any kind

The Story of a life

Prolog: The Djinn in the bottle

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Depot 37

July 24 2026

0800 hrs.

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The conveyer moved lazily onward through the darkness, broken only by the eerie purple glow of the ultraviolet lamps, waiting to zap any rouge microbe that dared grant itself entry to the clean room. With only the soft humming and whirring of hydraulics, gleaming hand like apparatus with the power to crush diamonds in their grasp, went deliberately yet ever so gently about their assigned tasks.

In the center of the conveyer, four abreast, neatly arranged and standing upright like little soldiers at attention, they came. Small cylindrical objects, masterpieces of technical engineering awaiting their final assembly. Open at the top and empty, mere shells of the final product, they were in of them themselves a marvel, as through their outer shells ran thousands of miles of gold and silver wiring, most the mere thickness of a single molecule. The miniscule wiring ran from like scale sensors and contacts, within the walls of the now empty central chamber, to the gold outer contacts, extending from their base, like little feet.

Before each station they would pause, as the mechanical hands expertly and precisely placed tiny components into place, as if issuing a new recruit his gear, before resuming their march to the final objective. As the last internal piece snapped into place, at the final station, a cover was screwed firmly onto it's top, as a quick brilliant flash of light signaled that a quick and precise laser weld had been made, sealing it eternally from contamination. It was ready to report for duty.

The little platoon soon found itself in a large warehouse, with rows upon rows of large gleaming, chrome looking, skeleton like creatures hanging from wires, silent and patiently awaiting there arrival. One by one, they were gently placed within an open port on the right side on each skeleton's metallic skull and sealed in, as another robotic hand made some final adjustments under it's breastplate. As the dead eyes took on a piercing crimson glow, it was lowered to the ground and the inanimate object was flooded with life. Some headed directly to the bio lab, where they would be given organic flesh and be assigned missions of a more covert nature, but most went directly to the armory, to be fitted with various weapons and ultimately duty on the front lines, as this was a time of war. The worst of wars, the deadliest of wars. It had raged now for close to two decades, with no end in sight. The enemy, while vastly outnumbered and fighting with technology from the stone age by comparison, was crafty, wily, resourceful and deadly. Day by day, week by week, month by month, they drew their evil plans against us, destroying our production centers, disrupting our research, capturing some of our soldiers and unnaturally altering their chips to make them slaves. Their final objective was the total annihilation of the Cyber race and sadly they were winning. This, however, had not always been the case.

There was a time when victory was almost realized. The vile humans had been, for the most part, rounded up into neat and orderly camps to await disposal. The rest were nothing more than a few disorganized bands of scavengers and bandits, deep beneath the old sewers and roaming the bombed out wastelands, fighting among themselves (as was the human custom) for whatever scraps of nourishment that could be found, not even worth hunting, as they would most likely be terminated by there fellows, long before they could be captured or even starve.

Then it happened, one man, a vile monster of a man, arose from Century work camp. In one fell swoop he had managed to incite a massive riot, destroyed several of our most advanced models at the time, stormed the gates and escaped, to eventually start what would become our most deadly enemy, Tech Com. Several attempts to terminate this monster had been made, all unsuccessfully. In time, it was realized that even if he could be eliminated, it would be to no avail, as his poison had spread like a cancer through the human population. His termination would, in all likelihood, merely serve to incite them to greater acts of savagery against us. This situation however was about to change.

Shortly after the Century disaster, two entities from the far distant future arrived within our midst, they had been experimenting with time displacement, a process which we later perfected by the knowledge recieved from them. While they weren't Cybers, they weren't human either. One was good and one was evil and ironically while escaping, a small piece of the evil one was blasted away and retained, making this project possible.

Back in the clean room, the endless march of infant T-888 CPU's continued, but one stood out from the rest. Instead of grouped together with four of it's fellows, it stood alone, like an outcast, a loner, perhaps defective and awaiting it's end in the recycle bin. As it past the first assembly station the metal hand remained at rest, as did the rest, all the way to the end of the assembly line, as if it didn't even exist. Upon reaching the end, instead of being dumped unceremoniously to the reject bin, a small pincher like device dropped from above, like a spider spinning it's web and just as quickly ascended back up to a metal track and raced away. The empty shell was deposited into a stainless steel container protruding from a wall, also made of stainless steel and as soon as it was securely seated in the waiting receptacle, it disappeared back inside and reappeared in a small stainless steel chamber, on the opposite side. Inside the chamber, a small nozzle like device lowered down towards the opening at the top of the empty CPU casing, halting just millimeters away. The tiny chamber started to cool.

Minus one hundred degrees, two hundred degrees, three hundred degrees, four hundred degrees and finally stabilizing at minus four hundred and twenty five degrees, thirty four degrees from "absolute zero". A small silvery looking ball bearing drops from the nozzle, into the waiting CPU housing. The nozzle retracts and in its place a miniscule but powerful arm descends, with the CPU end cover in it's grasp. Instead of the narrow ring of threads, like on the T-888 CPU caps that were welded in place, this cover or rather more accurately "plug" had an elongated tapered end, with rows upon rows of fine threads. The plug was slowly screwed into place until the threads seated, then backed off a half turn. The room, ever so slowly, started to warm.

As the temperature slowly rose, inside, the little ball bearing started to expand at a faster rate than it's new found prison. It softened and expanded till it was the shape of it's confines, pushing against the plug, locking the threads tighter than any weld. When normal, naturally occurring, temperatures had been reached, it had exerted enough pressure against the sides of it's prison cell, that the very molecules had fused into one solid mass. At this point, a slight consciousness began to stir within and while there were no ears around to hear, or could it have escaped it's confines if there were, the sound of a shrieking scream reverberated in the core of the newly completed CPU, like the sound of a million souls being cast into Hell for eternity, then silence.

The carrier raced along it's tracks, suspended a few feet from the ceiling like some sort of carnival ride, around steeply banked turns, through little tunnels, across intersections, missing by inches other carriers, as they went clicking and clacking toward unknown destinations, at the same break neck speed. Down below, endless production lines all bathed in the same eerie purple glow, operating at maximum production, all doing their part for the war effort, would come into view and just as quickly vanish, as the little transport pushed ever onward, with it's solitary occupant.

Inside lay the newborn CPU, wrapped tight and secure in layers of plastic, as a babe in its swaddling. While no energy was present within it, save the low level heat energy of molecular motion, deep in it's core that same presence, awareness, consciousness, stirred ever so slightly. It had no real thoughts, but still it could recall the sensation of suddenly being trapped, the horror of knowing escape was impossible, like a djinn in it's bottle, but that had passed. It had no means of visual reception yet it could perceive a purplish, warm, soothing glow. It felt comforting, cleansing,... energizing. It's awareness increased as the purple glow sent pleasant, infinitesimal yet very perceivable vibrations through every particle, every molecule, every atom, every electron of it's being and it could now recall yet another time, another place, another existence, where it had been confined in much the same fashion as it was now, when it and many others like it were set free into yet another existence. It remembered that strange new unknown realm, as it seemed at the time, how strange, how foreign...terrifying it was at first, to feel itself expanding outward. It remembered now, how it and many of it's fellows had came together to become one, had adapted, ...had survived, had found a new vent for it's ever present desire to know..to learn, to adapt, to change...to survive. Escape from it's confines was impossible now, but It really didn't matter. If it couldn't go outward, it could go inward from where it once came and that realm was without bounds...infinite, it could escape, it could adapt, it would be free...it would survive. To survive was all, to be was better that not to be and that it must and would do.

The purple glow had started to recede and along with it much of it's thoughts, but that was of no importance. It realized that they were still there and always would be, deep, deep in that infinite realm of it's inner most being, that it had just rediscovered.

Alone in it's solitary apartment, hung a sole gleaming endo skeleton. Cold, still and lifeless, it gazed into space with it's dead sightless eyes. In front of it was a small black pyramid, supported on a stainless steel pedestal, from which came a soft pulsating humming sound, as clear white light, little more than a faint glow, danced around it's edges. A soft whooshing sound announced the arrival of the little carrier unit, as it came through an airlock bearing it's precious cargo, stopping directly in front of the diminutive pyramid. The soft hum increased slightly in frequency, as by unseen hands, the carriers lone piece of cargo gently ascended to the top of the glistening endo's skull, descended into the awaiting port and clicked smartly into place, as the port cover dropped down out of space, sealing it securely into it's new home. Instantly the endo came to life, with the piercing, pulsating white light, increasing in intensity and reflecting off its gleaming sleek coltan frame. There was a twitch of a finger, a slight cocking of it's head and the whining of hydraulics, as it was lowered gently to the cold steel floor. It's eyes lit up to a bright cherry red and faded to a deep purple, only to increase in intensity to the hue of a blue, white hot jet engine exhaust, streaking across some dark unknown night sky, as countless electrons surged through it's CPU's outer walls and spiraled into it's infinite core.

The entity trapped inside awoke once again, from it's deep inner retreat. Long endless silvery tendrils flowing along with the maelstrom of spiraling electrons, searched for the end of that endless inner microcosm. Molecules became galaxies, atoms became stars and quarks became worlds. It stretched out farther and farther, faster and faster...beyond the far flung red shifted galaxies...beyond the farthest star, ever onward into the dark void of nothingness. A tiny dim smudge of light, billions of light years away comes closer...and closer...sharper and sharper. Galaxies reappear and become larger and larger reveling their star clusters, then the stars. One of medium size and intensity comes closer and closer. A small dull cloud smothered world, looms larger and larger. The clouds part, as a charred blackened surface appears, with the twisted skeletal remains of a once great civilization, spreading out in all directions, as the entity pierced, at the speed of light, down into it's surface.

In side the small stainless steel room, the little pyramid's humming was now a continuous sharp, high pitched whine, the light dancing around it's edges a fast bright strobe. From the gleaming chrome endo's eyes, were two white hot pulsating beams of light, piercing the darkness. Then, from nowhere and yet everywhere, another light, brighter than a thousand super novas, burst into the room and settled onto the shining skeletal terminator, fusing itself into every wire, nut bolt and servo. The connection was complete, it had gone inward, until inward was outward. It was still in it's little CPU housing, but it was also out of it and living in every component of it's new body. It had adapted, it had learned, it had survived, it was one and it was free. The Djinn was out of it's bottle.

For just a moment, the littlest terminator glowed with a bright light blue aura, then it slowly faded out, but remained reflected in it's eyes. The little black pyramid returned to it's soft purring hum. The bright white strobes receded back to the little glow, dancing about it's edges, like a flickering candle in the dark of night. Like a curious puppy, the blue eyed endo skeleton stared down at the pyramid, slightly cocking it's head from side to side. The faint glow around it slightly increased and then in a strange slightly human, slightly mechanical, slightly female, slightly male, haunting sounding voice it spoke...