Hi everyone, I felt like writing another story. Hope you like it! I think I will write more chapters. Cameron is learning about humans.
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Emotions
Some humans became weaker then they already were. They looked sad. Or depressed. She had read about depression. There were a lot of folders in most of the hallways about it in school. She had read all of them to better understand humans. Jordan must have been depressed. Cameron was standing in the hallway next to her closed locket. She was observing all the humans that passed her. They seemed unaware of her being there, too engrossed in their own things. Some of them were talking, some of them were teasing each other, arguing, complaining. They were all busy with something.
The human skeleton was a wonderful thing. That's why a fighting machine had that exact same skeleton. There were a lot of great things on the human body, Cameron had already noticed that. But there was one thing she couldn't quite catch. It was like every time she thought she understood, it changed again. She got confused over and over again about it. She could not understand why the human body needed it. The thing that was called emotions, or feeling. Ofcourse she could come up with a few things. But all she saw here was that it gave a human a very hard time. That it seemed to hurt them very much, so much that they even would terminate their own lives for it.
This would be the moment to sigh very deep, she thought. She almost smiled. She had been observing other humans for weeks now. Copying them, taking in what they were doing. It intrigued her.
John. She turned around. Where was John? It was time to find him again.
She saw John sitting outside in the grass, leaning against a tree.
'Why do you feel?' Cameron asked in a monotome voice.
John looked up in surprise from his book to find his 'sister' suddenly standing in front of him with a weird look on her face. Well, in her eyes. She didn't have a lot of expression in her face. Yet. She seemed to be working on that.
'Why do I feel?' John asked confused as he narrowed his eyes against the sunlight.
The look in her eyes became even emptier now.
'I asked you that question. Why do you ask it back?' Cameron pointed.
'Could you maybe come and sit down here?' John asked as he had to put his hand over his eyes to shield himself from the sun and to see her face.
She obeyed him and sat down easily next to him.
'What did you mean with why I feel? You mean why we feel things?'
She nodded.
He scraped his throat. That was difficult to explain.
She looked at him, patiently. She almost seemed eager to hear what he had to say.
'I think that that is what makes the world better. Without it… Everything would become monotome… Feelingless…' Like when humans aren't around anymore and Terminators are, he thought. Feelingsless like you. He thought as he looked up at her. But again he was surprised when he saw something in her eyes. He sometimes doubted if she really was feelingless.
She suddenly nodded. Something she must have picked up from one of her class mates.
'I know the theory about emotions and feeling. But it is not right. All I see is unhappy humans because of these feelings.' She now looked at him pointedly. 'Feelings are in the way.'
'Could you name when you see that?' John asked, feeling curious as to how Cameron thought and observed these things.
'Like your mother, she loves Charlie Dixon and then lets him go. That is a good decision but she keeps feeling hurt because of that. That clouds her mind. Like Jordan, she was depressed and kills herself. Like humans who are sad, sadness seems to make humans weak. They are sad all the time. And then when you ask for it they act like they aren't at all. I don't understand that. Can you explain?'
John furrowed his brows. He didn't always understand these things either.
'Well, that is kind of difficult. Because with every human it's different.'
'Maybe take yourself as an example?' She offered.
He looked at her. And scraped his throat again. He couldn't believe that he was having such an intimate conversation with his robot. Wait. Did he really think 'his' robot? He scolded himself immediately.
'That is kind of intimate.' John said hesitating.
'Intimate?' Cameron repeated confused. 'Why?'
For some reason that question was even more intimate. John sighed deep. He heard her sigh too. Copying him. He raised his eyebrow as he looked at her. 'And why did you want to know all this stuff again?'
'Not stuff, emotions.' Cameron clearified precisely. She had just explained that to him. This was such a moment, a moment where humans became not understandable. Like they didn't hear anymore. 'Intimate.' She said monotome.
'I kind of lost track.' John admitted. The word intimate had him shocked somehow. It made him think of other things. Things he shouldn't think of.
'Track?' Cameron said not understanding.
'It means that I don't know what I said before.'
'You said: 'Why do I feel?' I answered 'I asked you that question. Why do you ask it back?' You said….'
'…..Yes I know that. I know where the conversation started I just don't know the last thing we were talking about.' He said stopping her whole litteral report of their conversation. She had done that before and over and over he found it very
weird to witness. She knew everything. Maybe it would be handy to be able to do something like that. Because when he had been in a fight or when someone had said something he always tried to remember what it was but he could never quite remember what had been said literally. Especially in a heated argument. Or sometimes too when someone had given him a very nice compliment. He would doubt if he had really heard it right then. That wouldn't be a problem with Cameron. She could just search it in her head and listen to it like playing a cd.
'I was saying: 'Like your mother, she loves Charlie Dixon and then lets him go. That is a good decision but she keeps feeling hurt because of that. That clouds her mind. Like Jordan, she was-'
John sighed and rolled his eyes as he looked at her.
'I remember that part too.' Man, it was difficult talking to a robot!
Cameron now sighed very excessively and rolled her eyes now too. He looked at her in surprise.
'You are very difficult to talk too.'
He raised his brows more, they dissapeared behind his hair.
'I am difficult to talk to?'
'That's what I just said.' Cameron said matter of factly.
John sighed again. He wanted to stop this conversation but she it seemed important to her. And it was a good a thing to let her learn about human life. It would be good if she could value human life and not just wanted to end it without a blink of her eye. Okay, leave the blink of that eye away.
John changed his position against the tree and sat so he could fully see her. She looked very patient.
'Okay you wanted me to explain something.' He said trying to find out what it was again before the word intimate got him off track.
'You said that every human is different and you were going to give an example of that.' Cameron told him.
'O yes, now I remember. And then I said that is intimate, because that is a really personal question.'
She looked at him dumbfounded.
'Personal, as in….' He looked around, how could he explain? 'That is as someone asks you something that you don't tell everyone. Like for example what kind of underwear do you wear?'
'I am wearing a pink-' Cameron began to answer dutifully.
'No stop!' John said quickly as he took her arm to stop her. She looked at him with these wide eyes and an empty expression in them as if he was stupid. Yes she had these empty expressions but they seemed to say more.
'You asked me a question.' She said.
'It was an example of what is a personal question. And most people wouldn't answer that.'
The bell rang and school was on again. She stood up and looked down at John who took more time to stand up. 'Thank you for explaining.' She said.
A few hours laterCameron suddenly turned up next to John when he was packing his back.
'I asked a human being what kind of underwear he was wearing. He did not think that was a personal question, he answered very quickly.'
John looked up from his back, his books still in his hands.
'Who did you ask that?'
'Brad.'
O man! John thought quickly. She had to ask a boy? Great! That would probably mean trouble.
He took his back and walked up beside her as they headed for the hallway.
'Look you can't go and just ask questions like that to other human beings. In the future just ask me first okay?' John said softly.
'Okay.' Cameron said, copying John.
When they came outside John found himself curious. 'So what did Brad say more?'
'He wanted to sleep with me.'
'What?!' John said as he stopped in his tracks and swallowed.
She stopped to look at him, only because he had stopped. When she noted his shocked look she scanned the premises again, had she missed something? No there was no danger. She always scanned the premises, maybe every minute.
'Why are you stopping? We will be late for the bus.'
She stepped towards him. 'Why is your blood pressure rising and your heart rate-'
John held up his hand to stop her from talking.
'No reason.' John said quickly. 'If someone ever says that again…' Which might happen given how hot and beautiful you are, 'Don't ever do that, don't ever sleep with someone.'
That empty look again. Ofcourse she could decide for herself with whom she would sleep and if she would sleep with someone. Would she become angry with him now? He couldn't decide about her could he? This was a very weird conversation. His eyes wondered to her pants, not willingly. Could she even sleep with someone? Did she have the needed parts? His eyes wondered to her breasts. She did have breasts… Okay now he was grossing himself out. What was he thinking about?!
'I told you many times before that I don't sleep.' Cameron said and he could have sworn that he heared irritation in her voice.
Did she even know what sleeping with someone meant? What sex was? Okay now he was grossing himself even more out with the idea of her coming to ask what it meant. Maybe his mother could explain.
'I thought you knew that by now.' She shook her head reprobatory and he instantly knew where she had copied that from, from their awful math teacher who had found out that he hadn't finished his homework for today. He should really tell her to not copy all people around her.
Meanwhile Cameron turned around and headed for the bus, leaving John behind her. Again something she didn't understand about humans. She had explained many times that she didn't sleep. And yet, when she told them again they would inform her that they already knew that and that she was saying that too many times. This would happen with irritated looks on their faces.
But now they seemed to forget again! Maybe humans couldn't remember very much. She sighed again. She liked the sighing. It made her feel more human. It was fun.
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