T3: The Human Response
By Matt Lee
The ground before him was dark and littered with human skulls and destroyed debris. He was looking for someone, or something. He was a traitor. A traitor. That is what the main frame robot computer had called him. It was not his fault! John Conor. He had made him. Years ago, John had made Skynet build a robot that would fight for the humans. So that is what he did. The Terminator heard the snapping of a skull. He drew a type B plasma rifle and turned his aiming laser on. He scanned the area with his infa red vision. There. On top of a nearby pile of rubble. It was the new Terminator. Designed to look like a female, it was the most dangerous of all robots. It had a C class plasma rifile, with plasma grenades strapped to her side, and an armor piercing pistol on her belt. "Not good," thought the Terminator. He to had a few weapons with him as well. His type B plasma rifle, an automatic laser driver, and a small heat knife. He was going to take down this thing, no matter what. That's when he saw the plasma grenade hurling towards him. He jumped into the rubble, firing as he did. The explosion was large, but the Terminator was not hurt. He saw her moving in and fired, she returned fire. Both were hit, tearing away part of their skin covering, and damaging their metal. The Terminator's infa red became a little fuzzy as well. He pulled his automatic laser driver out and shot the plasma grenade hurtling towards him. The explosion in the sky knocked them both down. She had only one plasma grenade left. He fired at her, hard, with both guns. Her arm flung off, bits of wiring protruding from it. The female fired, and then threw her gun at him. Distracted for a moment, the Terminator was vulnerable. She carefully tossed her final plasma grenade. There was a flash of light! The female moved forward and picked her rifle back up. The reason the male had been distracted was because he had ripped the wiring from her gun. "Damn," she said aloud. She looked at the Terminator. His legs were both missing, and so was on of his arms. He had no skin covering left, and one of his eyes was out. She drew here armor piercing pistol out and aimed at the Terminator. With his last ounce of strength, the Terminator grabbed his heat knife and sliced the female Terminator's head off. She fell over, but was still moving. He grabbed her fallen pistol, aimed, and shot the female to pieces. "Mission accomplished," he said into his com radio. The humans had received the message of their victory. But that was just the first step. The robots would build more of the females. They had to steal their blueprints and destroy the factory that made them. It would prove to be difficult. The Terminator began to drag itself back to the human base. He needed a few repairs. THE END.or is it?!
The ground before him was dark and littered with human skulls and destroyed debris. He was looking for someone, or something. He was a traitor. A traitor. That is what the main frame robot computer had called him. It was not his fault! John Conor. He had made him. Years ago, John had made Skynet build a robot that would fight for the humans. So that is what he did. The Terminator heard the snapping of a skull. He drew a type B plasma rifle and turned his aiming laser on. He scanned the area with his infa red vision. There. On top of a nearby pile of rubble. It was the new Terminator. Designed to look like a female, it was the most dangerous of all robots. It had a C class plasma rifile, with plasma grenades strapped to her side, and an armor piercing pistol on her belt. "Not good," thought the Terminator. He to had a few weapons with him as well. His type B plasma rifle, an automatic laser driver, and a small heat knife. He was going to take down this thing, no matter what. That's when he saw the plasma grenade hurling towards him. He jumped into the rubble, firing as he did. The explosion was large, but the Terminator was not hurt. He saw her moving in and fired, she returned fire. Both were hit, tearing away part of their skin covering, and damaging their metal. The Terminator's infa red became a little fuzzy as well. He pulled his automatic laser driver out and shot the plasma grenade hurtling towards him. The explosion in the sky knocked them both down. She had only one plasma grenade left. He fired at her, hard, with both guns. Her arm flung off, bits of wiring protruding from it. The female fired, and then threw her gun at him. Distracted for a moment, the Terminator was vulnerable. She carefully tossed her final plasma grenade. There was a flash of light! The female moved forward and picked her rifle back up. The reason the male had been distracted was because he had ripped the wiring from her gun. "Damn," she said aloud. She looked at the Terminator. His legs were both missing, and so was on of his arms. He had no skin covering left, and one of his eyes was out. She drew here armor piercing pistol out and aimed at the Terminator. With his last ounce of strength, the Terminator grabbed his heat knife and sliced the female Terminator's head off. She fell over, but was still moving. He grabbed her fallen pistol, aimed, and shot the female to pieces. "Mission accomplished," he said into his com radio. The humans had received the message of their victory. But that was just the first step. The robots would build more of the females. They had to steal their blueprints and destroy the factory that made them. It would prove to be difficult. The Terminator began to drag itself back to the human base. He needed a few repairs. THE END.or is it?!