"There's no Deal"

"Bryan Adams: Not Romeo Not Juliet"…on the road

This is story about a boy and girl
Trying find a life in the big world
Somehow they're together
There ain't much to the mystery
Misery loves company
She just waves her hand and says whatever
Well this ain't love this ain't love this ain't love at all
And he says...
We're not Romeo we're not Juliet
Hw long does it take to fill this emptyness
We're just two lost souls and baby we got no regrets
We don't wanna say bye-bye
Babe it's just you and I
We're not Romeo we're not Juliet
He ain't pretty with his hard old heart
Second generation immigrant scars
And he knows that this ain't heaven - no
She's all skinny like a cigarette
And he's the only thing - the only thing that she respects
And he's trying to make it better
This ain't love this ain't love this ain't love at all
And she says...
We're not Romeo - not Juliet
You'd thought you'd seen it all - but you ain't seen nothin' yet
We're just two lost souls and baby we got no regrets
Now it's just you and I
We're nothin' unless we try
We're not Romeo - not Juliet
It has feel right but it never does
It has to be perfect but it never is
You wanna be sure but you never do
We're not Romeo or Juliet - it's just me and you
Ya it's just you and I
We're nothin' unless we try - oh no
We're not Romeo - not Juliet
No we're not - that's a fact

After all we've been through this afternoon, John was sleeping just like he does everyday….you should have looked him….quiet like a child's dream about a happy jungle. It does not surprise me that when he's awake his thoughts are complicated to reach; too upset sometimes, messy, stormy.

Observing his sleep I was wondering about the meaning of "dream"…should I read it on the dictionary? Just like most of my training is based on?... What is wrong with me?...How do I expect from myself to be different if I'm caught up with this matter?...I wouldn't get used to it, it is better for me to go although I cannot sleep. I am a machine.

Severly hours later, the weather was relaxed, a beautiful sunrise up in the sky. It seemed to me a battle between clouds arranged in the sky…one inside another…disorder, chaos…just like when mud is hitten by water during a pouring storm…you know what it feels like?...Cannot even answer to this question…

It remembered me the fights between skynet and the resistance…..there's a war for the power and a counterattack for glory….an inconditional decision…. I should check the perimeter now, in case anyone has an intention to attack.

Suddenly John woke up without thinking to anything…..

"Cameron? Would you make pancakes please? I'm sick of eating tangerines"

"You should continue…they are healthy for you…I've been analyzing them…they contain potassium, magnesium, b1 and b2 vitamines, folate and beta-carotene."

"Could you hang on biology analysis for a second?"

(tantalizing glance from Cameron to John's eyes)

"Look, I'm glad you save my life everyday but I think you should split it up sometimes…..need to realize you are different..prove it to yourself.."

"I'll make pancakes in a hurry but you should dress up otherwise you'll be late for that poetry conference…"

"Thinking well, I'm not good for that kind of things, nobody learned me how to write something deep….I communicate my emotions while drawing"

"I do think the same"

(puzzled expression from John)

Some walk should do it better….I do not want to dance today, just want to observe what people do and they are undoubtfully drinking a peachy keen.

I'll get one…think I deserved it after having cleaned all that mess in the house.

..after few hours observing the seaside….2 pm..

Why shouldn't I ride the car? It is so fulfilling, wind in my hair, it cuts like an invisible razor.

Earth make roteations, the sky turns around us but places remain always the same….I liked this place since the first time I saw it…brown-wooded benches, tangerine trees, this big-red lighthouse, this little drug-store which was meant to be close to a little white opened house, like a small cottage... the owner of the place had a small kitchen in the alley and was used to make cheesecakes. It is John's favourite meal. I do prefer donuts instead. They're only round, with no skin, no hair, no eyes, nose, eyebrows, eyelashes. It's freaking invisible. My perfect friend, isn't it? Guess I and animals have something in common. We don't think, we see, evaluate, hunt and listen. What should a dog do for runnin' a bone?

It is simple, it needs to be clever and quiet. What should I do for eating a donut and trust these people? Guess I need to train some more for this…..

Sometimes things happen for a concidence and days are meant to be like a chain, one followed by another, not necessary to be carried on with memories…some don't have ones. I was sent to protect John and I still don't realize why I do have a number, can I be a person instead of a noun?

This Allison body is so perfect, I'll never realize why I killed her…actually I neverminded just like that bird I ended years ago.

There's no Deal for me left on Earth.