Of the three people gathered in the 'Baum' family home, none was looking forward to the task before them.
The elder female was the first to speak, "Okay, I know none of us wants to do this, but we've agreed that something has to be done. We can't let his relationship with that thing go any further."
The young female added, "We need to make him understand that despite his attachment to it, it can't feel anything real for him."
The male nodded his agreement, "No matter what it looks like, he'll have to accept that it's just a tool, not a person."
The woman sneers, "Have you seen the way he looks at it? The other day he was just drooling at its...headlights."
"Well, in his defense, they are pretty sweet," the male grinned, "You know, the right size, the right shape..."
At the women's joint glare, he tried to back-pedal nervously, "Look, I'm just saying that I can see why a guy would want to take it out for a test drive, you know?"
The women both shook their heads, the same thought going through both their heads, 'men. Typical'.
Further dissension was cut short by the entry of the human half of their concern. Looking at the greeting assembled for him, he knew something was up. He looked from one face to another, "What?"
Sarah Connor had never been shy, and she decided she would open the discussion, "You've been out in the garage with that machine again, haven't you? I can tell by that gooey-eyed look on your face. It's disgusting the way you carry on with it."
The male voiced his concerns, "It has to stop now. This is an intervention. I know how gorgeous you think it looks, but you've got to keep it together and stop treating it like a pretty princess."
The final member contributed her point of view, "I am a robotic killing machine in a relationship with a human meat-bag," she patted John's head affectionately, "but even I think your relationship with your truck is creepy and disturbing, Derek Reese."