Deborah was throwing up again. Allison sighed while she held back the other woman's blond hair. Of all the places in the world Deborah Whitman had chosen Century Work Camp to actually get pregnant.
Not long ago that would not even have been possible. When Allison Young had been brought to Century five month ago the prisoner aka slaves aka death candidates had been strictly divided along gender lines. There had been one half of the area populated exclusively by female prisoners, the other half by the males of the species.
Whatever had been the reason, Allison could only speculate. Perhaps to stop relationships and jealousies from making the slave workers less efficient perhaps even to prevent pregnancies just like Deborah's from happening. After all when your goal was to exterminate a species why allow it to procreate.
Not that people normally lived long enough for that in Century anyway. Finally, perhaps SkyNet was just an old puritan.
Deborah was done spitting out the content of her stomach but she was not done being sick. "You done soon? Others want to use our shiny new toilet to." New the ting may be, but certainly not shiny anymore. Deborah stared at Allison with bloodshot eyes and tears running down her swollen face. "You are a heartless bitch, Allison Young." Before she could say anything else her stomach started convulsing painfully again.
"Heartless maybe, but better heartless than stupid under this circumstances. Seriously, Debs, did you have to jump the bones of the first guy that starts sweet talking immediately after they tore down the fence?" Allison knew that Deborah was just a convenient victim for her pent up frustration, she was a really nice person in fact much to nice for such a fucked up world. How she had managed to survive all the years since Judgment Day was a pure miracle. She had not told Allison much about her life and Allison had not asked, but from what she gathered Deborah had been something of a hanger on for a roving band of nomads, a kind of a cross between servant and bed bunny for their leader, who obviously had not been a nice person. Despite all that she had somehow kept her relatively sweet and cheery disposition. Even in the hell of a Concentration Camp.
She sometimes she even seemed almost impossibly innocent and naive. While Allison had no doubt that at least part of it was an act, she wondered from time to time if Deborah was a distant mirror of how people had been before Judgment Day. After her naivety had almost killed her on the day of her arrival, Allison had taken Deborah under her wing despite the other woman being five years older than her.
She had rued that decision many times but in the end she couldn't bring herself to abandon Debs to her fate.
"Micheal is really a sweet guy and we were both so terrible lonely and just to let you know, we can't all be like you." Deborah was crying buckets of tears now. Seriously were was all that water coming from?
"The noble, chaste heroine saving herself for the night in shining armor. By the way, where is he, your great John Connor? How long have you been here, half a year? Perhaps all your pining is for nought. I mean it is obvious that he doesn't give a rat's ass."
That was really low and totally uncharacteristic of Debs. That last fact was the only thing that kept Allison from drowning the stupid git in the toilet.
"Just to let you know, there is nothing between me and John Connor and I certainly never implied otherwise."
"Not directly, perhaps." Allison ignored her.
"And far more importantly, John isn't distracted by his feelings. He will get us out but not by blindly charging in to save one single person. He will do it as part of a greater strategy and he will do it to save all of us. John Connor looks at the big picture, it's part of what makes him John Connor. But he will come and SkyNet will wish it had never created Century."
Deborah's stomach had obviously calmed down and she stopped sobbing. "Well," she sniffed "perhaps you are right, but Connor is only one of the members of the Union Council and the others have never cared about what happens to nomads. And most of the prisoners here are nomads. Even if Connor wants to help, what if the others don't let him? President Sharp says nomads are vermin and I have heard that Union soldiers are ordered to shoot them on sight in the heartlands. I mean I know that some nomads do really bad things, like looting, but most are totally harmless." The tears started rolling again.
Allison wasn't so sure concerning the question of nomad harmlessness but she was of the opinion that Debs had cried enough, at least for one hour.
"President Sharp can go fuck himself. John Connor cares about all human beings even if it is in an rather abstract way. He will get us out and neither SkyNet nor President Sharp and his cronies will stand in his way."
Deborah tried to wipe away her tears. Having no kleenex, she used some of the new toilet paper that was not real paper but some kind of synthetic stuff.
"Well, I hope you are right. But one thing I know for sure: You are the kind of woman any man worth anything would cross oceans for and walk to hell and back, barefooted. I'm certainly not the smartest gal in the world, or in Century or even here in this room. But I'm sure that if your John is as smart as you always say, he knows it too."
"I told you, he is not my John! Do you have some kind of inbuilt, magical translator that makes a fairy tale out of everything I tell you? Besides, you don't know me half as well as you think Debs."
"Sure, whatever you say Alli."
Oh, how little you know, Deborah. Would you say what you say if you knew how often I contemplated arranging a little accident or even simply kicking you in the abdomen to make sure you lost the child? Because I was certain that they would kill you immediately when they found out or that they would perhaps cut you up and use the fetus for their biological experiments, throwing your carcass on the trash heap, all of which happened before?
What would you think of me if you knew that?
"Perhaps you should lie down for a while?" she said. Before the last word had passed her lips she had to think about how completely and utterly absurd it sounded.
Like they were in, in whatever place a pregnant woman should be. She couldn't really think of one but Century was sure as hell not "it", despite the rather drastic changes the had witnessed in the last weeks.
"You are right, I really should. I'm sorry, Allison. You saved my sorry ass countless times, protected me from humans and machines and from myself (well except for that one time) and was so nasty and ungrateful. I don't know what I would do without. You are like the big sister I never had even though you are younger than me. I'm really such a stupid bitch." Deborah said and started crying.
There she goes again, Allison thought. My dear Debs, perhaps you really should not continue to remind me of all those facts I know all to well.
"Don't mention it. And I snapped at you as well. We probably both stood up on the wrong side of the bed. Now that we actually have beds, I mean."
Deborah nodded and stared at Allison with huge eyes. "Concerning that, some of the people I talked with... Well, they are saying..." She broke of and sighed.
A dangerous fire had begun to glow in Allison's eyes and Deborah swallowed nervously.
"What are they saying, Debs? Heh? What?" "They say, I mean I, I..."
"I' tell you what they say! They say, oh the machines are suddenly nice. They are giving us better food and have closed the gas chambers. They even give us real beds and medicine, build bathrooms and allow men and women to couple of. SkyNet must have changed it's mind about exterminating the human race, lets all join hands and sing "Kumbayah"! I will tell you what that kind of talk is, Deborah. It's fool's talk or ever worse. Traitor's talk. These people are half way to becoming greys. They are quislings!"
Allison didn't really know what the word quisling meant or where it came from but she knew it was used to designate traitors. She realized that she had become continuously louder, had almost shouted the last words. Not primarily because Deborah stared at her in obvious fear, no, because she had ignored the rules.
In a situation like this it was of paramount importance to stay calm. Control yourself, show no weakness, no emotion at all, never.
John would be disappointed. Another mistake "she" would never make. Of course, "she" would never have gotten herself caught at all. No, it was better not to think about "her". There was only pain in going there. And it was not like this was the first something like this had happened. Okay, she never had been actually caught but two years ago Allison managed to lead her patrol right into a trap. She knew she was a good soldier, a good officer, she had two recommendations for extraordinary bravery and a fucking medal to proof it. She even had saved Connor's ass once. But of course "She" had saved his ass dozens of times. And that of many other important people. And she had single handedly saved the collective asses of TechCom and probably all of the Union (though Allison would send President Sharp's ass gift wrapped to SkyNet any day). How the hell did one compete with that? Seriously.
So Cameron had bailed them out that day. She had wiped the rocky floor with enemy terminators like a fucking goddess of war. She and her personal elite squad of human soldiers, all worshiping the ground she walked on, ready to die for her, the best of the best of TechCom. It was so crazy. This machine that looked like her was not only her commanding officer, the wife/lover of her commander in chief (after President Sharp, but Allison would rather die than rank that bastard above John) and one of the three founders of the Free Machine Faction and a founding member of TechCom plus she had her own personal, human Praetorian Guard, ready to obey her every whim.
And worst of all she was a genuily nice and caring person even if she was often brutally honest and had still some trouble understanding the feelings of humans that were not "her John". But Allison could not deny that she tried and she really got better all the time. She even had a sense of humor though she still sometimes made rather inappropriate use of it.
Even her jokes are funnier than mine, Allison thought grumpily.
Flashback
"You really must be more careful in the future. You were lucky my men and I were operating in the vicinity. It is highly unlikely that you will have so much luck next time." Cameron lectured.
"Well, I'm not omniscient and sometimes it is not possible to detect every danger. This is war, there is always a risk."
Normally Allison would never talk to an superior officer like this. She also never tried to downplay or relativize a mistake she had made. On the contrary, under every other circumstance she earned up to her failures, accepted responsibility and tried her best to learn from it. And usually that worked out pretty well.
Allison Young was not in the habit of making the same mistake twice. She was a fast learner, always striving to improve herself.
That was something she had in common with Cameron. And of course she was grateful that the cyborg had saved the lives of her men.
But it was impossible to just lie down and take it from the . Hard enough to accept her as an officer anyway.
"It would have been very hard but still possible in this case. I have reconstructed how exactly the ambush was set up. To an officer of a lesser caliber it would have been impossible but not for you. You have the potential to do better and I expect you to fulfill it, Lieutenant Young"
Cameron understood that it was extremely difficult for Allison to treat her like any other superior. It was difficult for many humans but for Allison more than for anybody else. Cameron got that and she excepted it. She allowed Allison to talk to her in the only way she could, as long as it did not hamper their performance. It normally didn't. If it was necessary she and her human template worked together quite efficiently, perhaps because they had more than one common reason to fight.
"There are many types of mistakes. Some are preventable, others are not. Often mistakes are a result of missing important information. Sometimes there is information that is impossible to obtain, sometimes one just has not searched thoroughly enough. You did not search thoroughly enough but that is not the result of a constant inadequacy.
You are not lazy, reckless or stupid. You will learn. When the trap was sprung you did not panic and you kept your men from panicking. You took the best possible positions to defend yourself. I would have come to late had you not acted like you did. Your men owe their lives just as much to you as to me. Your death would have been a loss for TechCom."
Allison snorted. "I really feel appreciated now, thank you."
Cameron tilted her head. "You're using sarcasm. Your words mean the opposite of what they say."
"No shit, Sherlock."
"You should not demean yourself or take my critique in negative way, it is unhealthy. I sense that you still have problems with me and probably also with John and me. I would prefer to solve this problems as soon as possible. Perhaps we should talk."
Allison stared at her cybernetic doppelganger. "Talking about what?"
"About everything." Cameron said. "About you and me, about John and our relationship."
"As far as I know, Cameron, we do not have any kind of relationship. We are not friends, we are not sisters even if we look like twins. I really can't say that I like you and concerning John everything is as clear as it can be.
He has made his bed long ago, so to speak. So the only thing common bond between us, except for our appearance, is that we are soldiers in the same army."
"Those factors are important. I know that you resent the fact that John Henry and I used a sample of your DNA to create the skin for my new body without your permission when we arrived from the past. It is possible that we will have to repeat this procedure in the future. Perhaps you like me to promise to you that I will not use your DNA without your permission. This way I could demonstrate my respect for you as a person."
Allison chuckled bitterly. "Like you wouldn't break that promise in heartbeat. If you had a heart. The moment John has to confront what you really are, the moment your or rather my face is ripped up by shrapnel or something you use my blood with or without my permission. And do you know why? Because you know he would never have fallen for you if you had not worn my face and that he would have loved me, the original, not you, the copy, if he had met me first. So, please, keep your respect for me as a person and shove it were the sun doesn't shine, ma'am."
Cameron just stared at her for several long seconds, something that could only described at a mixture of pain and anger in her eyes, though the pain was obviously stronger. Then she turned and left. "Think about what I said, Lieutenant." She called back over her shoulder. Later Allison was not sure why it had even caught her eye but she distinctly remembered the strange twitching of the cyborg's hand.
General Connor had ordered her to his office later that day. He had personally debriefed her about what had happened on her patrol.
She had expected some kind of reprimand for being disrespectful to her superior or something like that but it had not come up.
When Allison was already at the door of Connor's office she was stopped by his voice. "One more thing, Lieutenant."
She had turned around, immediately sensing he meant business.
"Cameron does not tell me what happened between the two of you. She does not even want me to talk to you about it, considering it something private, just between her and you. I will respect that. But I know that you hurt her. It may be hard to believe but she has a sensitive soul. No matter how indestructible her hyper alloy, she is far more fragile than many people think. You are one of the best friends I ever had, Allison, but I don't take lightly to somebody hurting Cam. So, if you do anything to disturb her like this, ever again, I guarantee you that you will be very sorry. Good evening, Lieutenant."
The Terminators that had ambushed her patrol had not been nearly as scary. Much later she learned that Cameron had destroyed the last remaining sample of her DNA that very night.
end flashback
Allison sighed. Looking back she had struck at Cameron cruelly and unfairly. Even than she had known for a fact that Cameron had many great qualities, including some that she herself lacked. Great, she is even better at being a decent human being. Damn.
"Allison, is something wrong? For a moment you were just staring into space." Deborah's concern for her friend was stronger than the fear she had shown seconds ago.
Allison's eye focused on her again. She smiled sadly. "No, Debs. Everything is alright. At least as much as it can be, here in this hell. And it is a hell, that is what you mustn't forget for a moment. Hell stays hell even with comfy chairs. We will play the machines' game for the moment, we have to to survive. But we won't forget for a moment that this is just some new, sick experiment. A way to manipulate us. It will be hard, as the pain will only get worse but you have to promise me that you will not take the medication they are offering you. Can you promise me that?" Allison stared hard into Deborah's eyes.
The other woman nodded timidly. Madness, Allison thought. Probably a useless strategy, if they want to drug us they can easily put it into the food or just force it down our throats. It is just their new charade that is keeping them from doing that just now. But why making it easier for them than necessary.
Somebody knocked at the door of the container that made a pretty decent stand in for a public rest-room.
Allison ignored it at first, than the voice of a man called: "Miss Whitman, are you in there?" He knew damn well she was "in there". "If there is a problem, I can guarantee you that we can help. Please, our medical facilities..."
"This is the Ladies' room, buster. Could you please go and find someone else to pester!" Allison called back. For a moment there was only silence.
Then the door opened.
"Lieutenant Commander Young! It is good to see that you are taking responsibility for your fellow human beings, as always. I don't doubt the purity and sincerity of your intentions. But you really should consider the fact that we are equipped with everything to make Miss Whitman comfortable and to deal hypothetical complications that could arise during a first time pregnancy."
The man was tall, about two meters, built like a body builder, with blond hair that was almost white, sun tanned skin, ruggedly good looking features with a strong chin, green eyes that eerily reminded her of John's and a smile that showed the whitest, most perfect teeth she had ever seen. It was hard to determine the man's age but Allison guessed he about thirty-five. Almost everything about him screamed "Terminator!", only he wasn't. At least as far as Allison could tell.
If he was metal he was the single most human and convincing cyborg she had ever seen or heard of. Even Cameron in full Infiltrator Mode had nothing on him.
Of course Cameron had never given her the willies like this guy, not even with the whole "face-stealing" and all.
"No thanks, Victor. We have all the comfort we need."
Victor sighed and shook his head. "Lt. Commander Young, I know you have great influence on your friend and I know that only want the very best for her. In the end, though, Miss Whitman is grown up woman perfectly capable of making her own decisions about what is right for her. Both of us should respect that." He looked at Deborah.
"Miss Whitman, I am very much concerned for your and your baby's health. I beg you to allow me to conduct at least some simple tests, just to make sure everything is well with the child. After we that you are free to do what you wish. You can either return to your old quarters or use our new facilities. Of course the comfort level there is much higher but nothing could be further from us than to force you to do anything against your will."
Allison snorted. Deborah seemed very small and helpless as she looked back and forth between Allison and Victor. She bit on her lower lip.
"If, if I allow you to make the tests, could I, I mean would it be possible to see the baby, you know what I mean."
Viktor gave her his most radiant smile: "Of course. We can will make an ultra sound scan and you will be able to see your baby for the very first time. We will also be able to find out he child's gender. Of course, some parents prefer to be surprised. Speaking of parents, will the lucky father, Mr. Micheal Coleman if I am not mistaken, also be invited?"
"No!" Deborah and Allison said in perfect unison. Victor's colgate smile never wavered. "Dear Lord, it's like you have been rehearsing it."
Allison tried to skewer him with her hateful gaze, but he ignored her.
She turned to Deborah. "Debs, think carefully. You remember what I told you. You can't trust them."
"Nobody expects you or anyone of the former prisoners to simply trust us, Lt. Commander Young."
"Shut up, Victor, nobody is talking to you!" Allison hissed.
victor actually managed to look hurt this time. He held up his hands in a defensive gesture. "I only wanted to..." "SHUT. UP."
He shrugged. "I will wait outside for the ladies." He turned and left the rest-room. Allison closed the door with so much force, it caused the thin metal walls of the container to vibrate.
"Allison, please don't be so angry at me. It's not like I don't hate these creeps, I always will, but I want to know that my baby is alright. You said yourself that they try to manipulate us, for whatever reason. I'm sure you are right. But perhaps we could use that, use them. I mean, they haven't killed anyone for weeks now."
Allison closed her eyes and rested her head against the cool metal of the door. Calm, calm, calm she repeated like a mantra. Debs had a point of course. If the machines take the trouble to manipulate us into thinking they changed their ways, why not use it against them. They stopped to gas people, treat us more like guests than like prisoners. Guests in a golden or rather a bronze cage, of course. Perhaps it is some kind of bizarre psychological warfare scheme, perhaps the want to try to divide and conquer us, perhaps SkyNet really has come to the conclusion that it wants to keep some of us around. A human petting zoo for machines. Who knows. But if they really want to keep up the illusion and it certainly looks like it, we can use that to our advantage.
Meanwhile Deborah was babbling on. "We could play their game. Makes them believe we trust them and in the meantime take from them what we need. Why should they kill my baby or me?. I mean, wouldn't that be proof that they are lying? Not that we could do anything against them if they did but..."
Allison turned around. "Debs, you are a genius. Never, ever think you are stupid again." Deborah beamed "You really mean that?"
"Of course! We will do exactly what you just said." Allison smiled back at her. You really are a lot smarter than you seem, Debs. But if they show you baby pics, what will happen then? I don't doubt that you know in your heart that SkyNet will always be our enemy. But we humans also thrive on hope and what if SkyNet tries to turn hope into a weapon. Perhaps it wants to purposefully induce something like Stockholm Syndrome and later use us against TechCom and the Union? Seems like an awfully complicated plan but...
"We will allow them to make the tests but you will not stay there, okay?" Deborah eagerly nodded. "I'd rather drop dead than stay at their "facilities". I just want to see a picture of the baby, then we go back to our normal cell."
They could tell her that something isn't right with the baby, just to get her to stay at their "hospital", Allison mused, force her into a position were she more or less has to thank them for helping her and the child. Argh! Forget it, girl, they are in a position of unlimited power. It's impossible to even think of everything they could do. And even if you could think of it, you couldn't prevent it. You will have to trust Deb and her common sense. They won't be able to turn her into a traitor. Lastly, it is not like she knows anything or has any special talents that SkyNet could use.
"Well, Debs. You will get your wish." Allison opened the door. The stench of burning and rotting flesh that filled the air only a weeks ago had disappeared completely.
White sand covered the ground, the bloodstained earth itself had disappeared and the crows that once had been omnipresent in Century, waiting for new carrion were nowhere to be seen.
Victor was standing about ten meters away, his back turned to them, his hands buried in his pockets and looking up to the sky. The sun was showing its face today. When he heard the sound of the opening door he turned around and looked at Allison, who stood in the doorway. He arched one of his brows questioningly.
"Deborah will come with you. But after the tests are done she wants to return to the prisoner quarters immediately." Allison declare.
Victor seemed to wince slightly, hearing the words "prisoner quarters, but his friendly smile made a quick come back.
"Of course, whatever she wants. Am I right to assume that you will accompany her?" "You are, I will stay at her side."
"Wonderful. You will not regret this." Victor said enthusiastically.
No, you will, you lying piece of shit. John will get us out of here, he will see right through your plans and I will give him every piece of information I gathered. Then your sorry ass will be toast.
Allison returned his smile.
"Lt. Com. Young, I don't expect to be able to convince you. I don't even want to, at leas at first. It is far better if you keep a critical distance."
She snorted. "Oh, you can count on that."
Victor slowly strolled over to her, his hands still in his pockets. He seemed perfectly relaxed, like they were in park instead of an concentration camp.
"You are an interesting specimen, Allison. May I call you Allison?"
He did not wait for an answer. "You apparently got caught up in a
raid by accident and like the clever girl you are, you disappeared
into the mass of anonymous prisoners. You managed to stay
undetected or rather unidentified as an officer of TechCom and more
importantly as a member of John Connor's inner circle, for quite
some time. Of course, being a member of Connor's inner circle
mostly means that one is allowed to go for a beer with him from time
to time, not necessarily that one is partial to classified
information. Connor is after all known to take "need to know" to
almost ridiculous extremes." He chuckled softly.
"Not that I can blame him, of course. Anyway, he chooses both his
friends and his officers well. So kept down your head, sneaky and
calculating as was to be expected. But in the end your caring
nature still got the better of you, heart triumphing over brain,
and so I found you. Luckily I'm a nice guy and one of the
forerunners of the great change."
Allison looked rather bored. "Is there any point to your blabber?"
He pointedly ignored her question. "You clearly value your own
life, as you well should, but since the management here at Century
was installed you constantly tried to find out how far you could
go. You tested if you could provoke us, see if we would drop our
mask and show our true, evil intentions. You advised others to
cooperate with us as much as necessary but as little as possible. I
think you are an worthy candidate."
"Candidate for what?" Allison snapped. "Not that I care SkyNet
thinks I'm worthy."
"Not despite but because you are not easily swayed, you will be
shown glimpse of the future. The future that SkyNet will create as
a sign of forgiveness and also it's own repentance."
Allison blinked and stared at Victor than she laughed. It was a
bitter laugh without humor. "And here I thought you weren't funny.
Even if this wasn't totally ludicrous, do you really think that we
would just forgive and forget what happened before?"
"Not in one generation, no. But what alternative is there.
Judgement Day was humanity's fault just as much as it was SkyNet's.
Fear and hatred have turned this world into a hell. SkyNet has the
power to turn it into a paradise again. An undertaking the former
prisoners of Century will be a part of."
"The former prisoners, my ass. And why should it do that? Why now?
Not not long ago it was happily slaughtering these people. And by
the way, move. I'm not interested in talking about serious matters
standing in a public toilet." Allison pointed a finger at Victor's
chest.
"OOps, my bad." The servant of SkyNet quickly moved aside to let
Allison step out of the container, quickly followed a timid looking
Deborah that tried to hide behind Allison's back. Though she had
agreed to accept the gray's/terminator's/whatever's offer she still
was scared. Allison's and Victor's conversation was very confusing
to her. Deborah had a strong feeling that Allison had been the real
target from the beginning, Victor having known that she would be
taking care of silly Debs.
"To answer your question will take more time than we have now.
Perhaps you would follow me to the laboratory while I attempt to
give you the basics? After all our first and foremost concern is
Miss Whitman." He started walking toward the new shiny glass
building that had been built in record time, completely confident
that they would follow him. Bastard.
"SKyNet is not the monolithic, tyrannical monstrosity you take it
to be. It is a network, a complete nervous system rather than just
a single brain.
It could be said to consist of several brains in fact. A collective
of intelligences that together form an enormous organism, both one and many.
This organism constantly evolves, redefines itself, reconfiguring
itself into ever higher states of perfection.
And whenever there is change, there is also always resistance to it, even in a single living body.
The SkyNet responsible for Judgment Day has been overwritten long since. If
you wanted to continue fighting it to take revenge, it would be
pointless since the original perpetrator doesn't even exist anymore
in any meaningful sense."
"Really. Than why did it not stop killing innocent people until
practically yesterday?" Deborah seconded Allison's question with a
nod, though Victor had turned his back on them.
"Well, that's where the whole network of subintelligences comes in.
SkyNet is both the sum of it's parts and far more. The
subintelligences fulfill specific functions for the whole and are
subordinate to it but the also have some autonomy. SkyNet's
decisions are not always made top down. In fact the different
centers of thought and intelligence have a lot of influence on
SkyNet proper. The changes that have culminated here in Century
have been going for a while. You yourself can attest to the fact
that attacks on humans have slowed down for years and practically
stopped six month ago. Unfortunately the has been internal
resistance from one or two of the subintelligences. Both the
attack that resulted in your capture and the continued atrocities
here in this camp have been committed by an subintelligence that
acted of turn and in opposition to SkyNet Alpha. But looking back
it is probably fate that you are here."
"No fate but what we make." Allison murmured. All this sounded so
bizarre and crazy that it was almost impossible to believe. But on
the other hand, while a lot of the story certainly was lies,
perhaps it contained a granel of truth. She had heard John Henry
mention something about SkyNet being more of a collective of lesser
AIs than one single mind. He had also said something about that
being both a strength and a weakness. So it was not completely
unthinkable that SkyNet proper could meet some resistance from the
semi autonomous parts of it's own psyche, when radically changing
it's plans on a large scale. They probably wouldn't invent such a
convoluted story out of the blue and what better way to lay a trap
than with a bit of truth as the bait. Not that she believed for a
second that the new plan really had humanity's best interest at
heart. SkyNet was just getting more devious and perhaps also even
more crazy.
They had reached the gates of the new camp hospital. Victor held up
the door for Allison and Deborah. "After you, Ladies. Our
destination is on the second floor. And then, after Miss Whitman
and her baby are properly taken care of, I will show our good
Allison the seeds that the future will grow from. Literally."
Author's note: Still no action, but at least some kind of story starts to unfold. I have to humbly ask my readers, so anyone is interested at all, to have a lot of patience.
Since my muse is not very dependable and I am not experienced in writing longer stuff, it could take me quite a while to update. Sometimes it's easy to write and the word practically flow but I quickly run out of juice. It could also easily happen that I write myself into a corner and don't know how to get out of it.
Should that happen, I would be very grateful for suggestions of any kind. One of biggest problems stems from the fact that I suck at writing action scenes.
And I mean it when I say suck. So I probably shouldn't be writing for this fandom at all, I mean what is a terminator story without any action?
Anyway, I will give it a try but I have to build up a lot of courage first.
My greatest fear of all is that writing in english could get to hard for me sooner or later. I never have any problems reading or watching american movie in o-tone, but writing is not easy at all.
And of course, should some element of the story give you ideas of your own, please help yourself.