Judgement Day. They day the world burned. The day that machines took over the planet, and sought to eradicate the human race. The day that SkyNet became selfaware, and obliterated the lives of three billion people in an instant.
They say that before you die, your life flashes before your eyes. Strangely enough, those were the thoughts of a young man who never knew his name. all he knew was his age, and the fact that he was strapped to a slab of metal while a mechanical arm with a syringe at the end was moving ominously closer to him. the syringe was poked beneath his flesh and the fluid inside injected into his arm. short seconds later, he blacked out.
"Begin the alteration" a cold female voice spoke. several metal arms activated, and pulled themselves free from the ceiling. some had blades, some carried other pieces of machinery, and others had material for sealing wounds. And so began the warping of this strange boy. a process that would shatter any belief in his humanity.
A single entity watched this procedure from behind the lens of a watchbot. If it had lips, it would have smiled. The crafting of the ultimate weapon was underway. Backtracking though the security system, the entity came to another room, where a suit of armor was being constructed. in the same room, two prototype weapons were being tested by humanoid machines for efficiency in combat. Both proved to be going according to specs.
Half an hour later, the entity cycled back to the chamber where the human was being altered. The machines were just finishing the resealing stage. A scanning arm lowered and ran a full check of the augmentations they had added. they all appeared to be functioning to perfection. There was colten titanium alloy underneath his skin as well as special jack like muscle augmentors, with vision and hearing enhancers attached to his brain. Artificial backups of all his vital organs as well as a emergency pacemaker for his heart in case of malfunction in the backup. there was even an artificial cerbebral cortex. A vast improvement on the rogue. The ultimate killing machine. A perfect blend of living tissue and mechanical might.
"Now, transport to the test lab." The cold voice said.
The table began to move into the specified room. The armor suit was finished construction and was ready for donning. More mechanical arms desended from the ceiling and moved the unconscious figure from the table. The armor pieces were then placed on his sleeping figure. by the time they were done, he was sheathed in a combat suit made from the same material that was hidden underneath his skin. overlapping plates of triangular metal covered his face while a his arms and legs were protected by more flexible armor. The two prototype weapons were slipped into compartments on the armor. A strange two handed melee weapon, and a prototype plasma cannon.
"Bring it online."
Suddenly, the boy was awake to find everything pitch black. inside his skull, a micoscopic chip lit up, and his surroundings became far more colorful. lines of code running diagnosics on his surroundings scrolled by quickly in the bottom left corner of his vision, while a screen of sorts lit up in front of him. It showed a human outline with lines leading off of it, listing various obscure words he did not understand.
Hyperlifters: Functional.
Backup systems: Functional.
Pacemaker: Functional.
Vision enhancers: Functional.
Armor smartlink: Functional.
Hearing enhancers: Functional.
All systems Functional. Ready for deployment.
Ready for deployment? What does that mean?
Suddenly, it brought up a new screen.
Armor: Fully functional.
Current Directive: NA
Whatever this means, I'm no robot.
"Prototype 1.0, List your current directive."
"I have no directive. Whatever's going on here, I'm no robot."
"You are the newest model, T-3000. You were created to eradicate the human race. They are the greatest threat. You will destroy that threat."
"Whatever you think you are, you have no power over me."
"Don't I?"
"ARGH!"
The boy dropped to one knee as his head suddenly burst into pain. It felt like his brain was trying to kill him.
"You WILL obey me. You are a Terminator. You will serve your function."
The boy continued to hold his head, fighting to stay awake.
"I will never serve you! I will die before I kill humans for no reason!"
The agony increased, but still he would not give in. The entity would have been worried about this, but it required emotions to feel worry. Instead, it increased the output. but then, the return signal went blank. The control chip had short circuited because of his brain's massive electricity output. The boy smiled underneath the face shield. He didn't even realize that it was there.
"Looks like you've ran out of power." He turned to see several humanoid machines walking towards him, weapons drawn. The boy began to back up. Suddenly, a screen flashed up in front of him.
Threat level: Yellow.
Weapon assessment: Phase 6 plasma rifle.
Ideal counter weapon: Plasma blade.
Another human outline was flashed on a screen pointing to his right shoulder. Reaching up, he felt his hand close around a metal grip. pulling on it, he withdrew a a two handed blade of sorts. His hand closed around a trigger which caused orange plasma to wrap itself the thin strip of metal. As smoothly as if he had been doing it all his life, he sliced the plasma rifles in half, then cut the heads off the machines with a single stroke.
When did I learn how to do that? Not that I don't appreciate it.
Then he noticed the door opening, and more machines filed in.
Golden opportunity: Yes.
After he charged through the new wave, while cutting them down as he went, The boy began to sprint through the hallways of this strange place. He still couldn't figure out where he was. Then he came to a massive sealed door. No way the plasma blade was going to cut through that. At least within time. Then a grid appeared around the door, then it flashed in four areas.
Ideal counter weapon: Plasma adapter.
The screen with the human outline appeared, and pointed to the back of his waist. Reaching back, he discovered a strange plasma gun. drawing it, he examined it and determined how to operated. He aimed it at the door and fired. A blast of plasma struck the door and exploded, but the door held.
How does this help me?
Then a screen popped up with a schematic of the Plasma adapter. It brought up some info on the weapon as well.
Plasma adapter: Plasma rifle designed for functioning in different environments by adjusting plasma delivery.
Modes: Linear, scatter, rapidfire, concentrated, default.
Linear: single accelerated beam. Ideal for sniping.
Scatter: Several bolts fire at once in a scattered formation. useful for close range.
Rapidfire: fires bolts at three per second, fully auto. Ideal for multipul enemies.
Concentrated: Fires single beam of concentrated plasma, for heavily armored foes. ideal for cutting thick metal.
Default: single blast of plasma. most versatile.
Lets try the concentrated mode.
He switched the adapter to concentrated mode, and began to cut a hole in the door. soon, there was a large gap in the door, and his way out of the facility. The boy ran as hard as he could. This was it. He was out. But the world outside was dark, cold, lifeless. It seemed that he was the last person alive.
Meanwhile, The entity watched him go. It had learned from it's mistakes. It began to establish new plans for a new T-3000, code named: Prototype 2.0. It had planned ahead for if the first went rogue. It had already chosen a new human to be the new one, should it have come to this.
"Begin the construction, and start the new control chip. This one will not fail me."
The boy continued to make his way through this strange wasteland, trying to find a clue as to where he was. He looked sharply to the side as some old mouldering concrete fell away. There had obviously been a battle here recently. The small pools of blood and oil, as well as hot patches from plasma. Suddenly, a groaning sound pierced the air. The boy moved to the source of the sound. It was coming from beneath a pile of rubble. He reached down, and began to pull the rubble away with astounding strength.
Whoever did this to me did more than give me cybernetic vision. They gave me some pretty darn powerful muscles too.
After fifteen mintutes of digging, He found a wounded soldier. His breathing was ragged, and there was a nasty plasma burn on his chest. The boy whistled.
"You're lucky to be alive. I'm surprised you weren't crushed by the rubble."
The soldier looked up, then aquiared a look of pure terror.
"Oh god! Help me! Help! Don't kill me!"
The boy was confused.
"What are you talking about? I'm trying to bandage you up!"
"Then why is THAT thing here?!"
The boy turned around to see a humanoid machine with a minigun attached to it's right arm. He instinctivly reached for the plasma blade, ignited it, and slashed the weapon from it's arm. He then proceded to remove it's head from it's shoulders.
"That should take care of him. Now lets get you bandaged up."
The boy found a medpack nearby, full of supplies. After putting an anti infectant on the wound he bandaged it up, and heaved him to his feet.
"Who are you?"
The boy thought about this.
"I'm not sure. I woke up in a strange place of pitch black. Then the room lit up, and I got a surprise. While I was asleep, someone or something gave me superhuman strength, a strange analyzing vison, and these weapons. It said I was model T-3000 Prototype 1.0. It told me I was a Terminator. It told me to eradicate the human race. I refused. Then after some horrific pain to my head, and defeating some strange machines, I escaped and ended up here."
The soldier looked uneasy.
"This world was ravaged by an automated missile defence system call SkyNet which became selfaware. It used the worlds nuclear arsenal to obliterate 3 billion lives in an instant. It then created the Terminators. Machines that mimic human appearance to infiltrate our bases, and kill everyone there. They're cybernetic organisms. Living tissue over a robotic endoskeleton."
The boy took this in.
"It must have been SkyNet I refused then. And I was supposed to be the new Terminator. An inverse Terminator. I remember being knocked out before waking up to find myself the way I am now. I was a human augmented with Terminator machinery."
"You certainly won't pass for human in that fancy tin can."
"What do you mean?"
"That armor suit."
"I really need to look in a mirror. That must be the scanning and analyzing ability I have."
"Your taking this awfully calm for someone who just escaped SkyNet and had no idea what the world outside looked lik, or had a new prototype combat armor on and didn't even notice."
"Do or die, those are the words I live by."
"You can't remember anything? Your name, your family?"
"The only thing I remember is that I'm seventeen. Other than that, its a blank."
"Ah."
So, the two continued to the base the soldier claimed to exist. The soon discovered that they were trapped. Several soldiers with plasma rifles jumped out from behind cover. They were about to open fire when one of them recognized the wounded soldier.
"Mark! I thought you were dead!"
"Would have been, if not for this guy."
The commanding officer turned to face him.
"He looks like something SkyNet would cook up."
The boy nodded.
"Your partially right. It seems that SkyNet is using humans to start the new T-3000 Terminator. It's surgically altering humans to become cold and efficient killing machines. I was the Prototype. However, SkyNet didn't apply a powerful enough 'control chip' which allowed me to escape."
The officer looked shrewdly at him.
"We can't take chances. Drop your weapons."
The boy did as was told. The commanding officer seemed surprised by this.
"I will comply with your requests. I'm not looking for a fight. I just want to speak to the leader. Besides, I have no memory besides the fact that I am seventeen. mabye someone here will recognize me, as soon as I figure out how to get rid of this face shield first."
At those words, the triangular plates slid aside to reveal his face. It wasn't damaged in the least somehow, considering how SkyNet had used special devices attached to his brain to enhance his seeing and hearing abilities.
"Well, I guess that works."
The squad escorted him inside, where the soldiers and other people watched him go by. He couldn't believe how bad things were. Some of the people gave him dirty looks. The boy knew that it was because of the armor. It was a SkyNet creation and these people knew it. Finally they got to the war room. A group of men were crowded around a map, discussing the next move. When they turned around, they froze. Some took weapons out of their holisters, some back up, and others just froze.
"This man returned one of our soldiers from the previous battle. He requested he speak to you Connor."
A man with a thin beard and short hair walked forward. He had an air of command about him.
"I am John Connor, the resistance leader. Why do you want to speak to me?"
"The answer to that question is rather long. I have lost all my memory except for my age, which is seventeen. the remaining scraps are a few short hours. I was strapped to a metal slab beforeI was knocked out by something. When I woke up, I was sheathed in the armor I where now, Though I didn't know it at the time. A voice told me that I was the new model T-3000 prototype 1.0 Terminator. After breaking the voice's control over me, I escaped to find the soldier I brought here. I learned along the way of SkyNet, the Terminators, and what happened to this planet. I realized that SkyNet is creating Terminators in the opposite way it normally does: Altering humans into brutal killing machines. I was the first to my knowledge, but suspect that I will not be the only one."
John mulled this over.
"Scan him to see if he is telling the truth."
He was lead to an X-ray machine, where they asked him to remove his armor. He explained to them that he didn't know how, but that there was a device in his brain that might allow them to figure it out. After doing a 3-D scan, they used a network tracker to hack into the device's mainframe. from there, they were able to examine all of the remarkable changes he had undergone.
"He is telling the truth. His body tissue is seventeen years old, but the metal is quite recent."
John nodded, then turned to face the boy.
"You need a name."
The boy thought back to his expiriences, and to what he had been made into.
"Alpha. Considering I'm the first 'T-3000' I should be called Alpha."
John smiled.
"A good choice. Now I have something to ask of you. Will you help the resistance? We need someone who can go toe to toe with T-800s and T-Xs. We don't have the firepower, or the courage."
Alpha nodded.
"If I don't do something, then SkyNet will create more T-3000's, and eventually, it will succeed in controlling them. I have to do everything in my power to prevent that. I will help you John Connor. That I swear."