1
"What are you?", Sheldon demanded.
Amy continued to drive as fast as she could serruptitiously. "I am a T-808, model 431: a cybernetic organism consisting of living tissue over a hyper alloy combat chassy."
She cocked her head. "The most typical human reaction to the realization of a terminator is a demand for identification."
"Who are you?", Amy proceeded to repeat in the voices of at least five other people.
"I have an eidetic memory.", Sheldon reminded. "The minor abrasions that you've acquired in your work and chores are consistent with your state now. You have not replaced Amy Farrah Fowler, you are Amy Farrah Fowler.
"Hmm. That would imply that your mother was a farce."
Amy nodded. "Affirmative. I am able to utilize graphical and audio manipulation techniques that were first designed for espionage and deployed at 7:43:22 mean time April 1st, 2023. The manipulation relied on you meeting her only through telecommunication devices."
"What of your aunt's birthday party?", Sheldon challenged.
"You never attended.", she replied.
"But I intended to do so. I only did not because of a free choice.", he objected.
Amy turned to look at him. "Free choice. That is as amusing to me as it would be to any performing mentalist."
Amy returned to look at the road.
2
"Mom, calm down.", John told his smart phone. The phone had other ideas. "Look, we didn't know he had his own Vic."
"Who is Vic?!" Leonard had worked himself into his hysterical demand for answers screeching about as fast as the situation demanded. Unfortunately, such enthusiasm was excellent in empirical physics and not so much in hostage situations.
"Vic was the alias of a terminator safe guarding Barbara Chamberlain.", Cameron stated.
"um, Cameron is it?", Penny attempted. "Look, we've figured out you're not going to kill us."
Cameron pointed her gun at her head.
"Or maybe not.", Penny lamented.
The girl seemed satisfied with that statement and lowered the gun again.
John put his phone back into his pocket. Then he turned to the people who were supposed to be in Leonard's bedroom.
"Alright, I know this is going to sound really crazy.", the kid started. "So I'm going to try to start slow. First thing: Cameron's a cyborg."
Leonard threw up his hands in exasperation. "Of course, Cameron is a robot. She failed the Turing test nearly immediately."
"I did not.", she objected.
"What's a Turing te...robot?!", Penny yelled.
Cameron's eyes glowed blue briefly.
"They can't build robots that pass for people yet.", the blonde refuted. Then she thought better of that and asked her scientist boy friend, "Can they?"
"No.", Leonard assured her. "It would take at least fifteen more iterations of Moore's Law to reach her level of simulation but that can't occur due to the size of electrons. So she must be from a future where there is a new form of computing."
"This is going a lot easier than I was expecting.", John allowed.
"Or she could be an alien.", Penny offered.
Everyone stared at her.
"Oh, she's a robot and I'm crazy because time travel is fine but aliens are science fiction."
"Thank you for explaining.", Cameron acknowledged.
Leonard interrupted. "But none of that explains what you want with Sheldon."
1
"You invent time travel.", Amy told him simply.
