The last days of John Connor.
April 21, 2052.
John Connor has been hospitalized in his last days.
Cameron enters the room, upset because of medical recommendations to prohibit the crunchy cheese doodles that John wanted, but she could not deny him that.
_ You should not eat this, the treatment requires a strict diet.
_ Nonsense, my case is terminal, all I need now is "real food" and more painkillers.
Cameron looks at him with a faraway look, she learned that this is a code that means something when you do not know if he likes it.
_ What?
_ I want to ask you one thing, there's something I like to do, but only if you'll allow.
_ Machines ... so that's the reason you agreed to bring me my favorite cheesy? So that I could not deny a request? It was not necessary, after what we went through do not see myself denying an application for you.
_ I know that I want to make a clone using your cells.
_ What? John is thoughtful for a moment and then says:
'But Cam, that was a genetic copy, we humans are more than just genes.
_ I know, but I do not know what to do after you die and you never asked me to go into standby mode after that scare.
_ True, and I thought you would be obsolete long before I die, but the machines are still far from what you are capable.
_ Without Skynet and John Henry technological change was much slower in the beginning I was against your orders to destroy all records on the travel time and all cronosferas, but then I realized that humanity was not ready for that and probably never will be.
_ My answer is yes, you can create the clone, but with one condition.
_ What?
_ You will live with him and never say he was a clone of mine and the circumstances that led her to create it, want it to have a normal life, something I never had.
_ Okay, I'll set the stage for him to never ask about its origin and thereby fulfill his condition.
Continued ...