"Remind me why we need to rob a bank." I told T-11.

We were dressed up in black outfits, had these masks that disguised our very looks, and our gear was back in the SUV. You know the SUV has the distinctive markings for anyone to detect who's vehicle is who's.T-11 turns away from the innocent bystanders lowering the gun.

"History records says on this day, in this specific bank. two men walked in a and stole one million dollars in cash." T-11 said. "And then 5,000 dollars is used to bail out a man named John Conner."

I probably will get tired of T-11 continuously starting a conversation starting up with 'history records says'...one of these days. It will happen just not right right in the open field of developing technology. The only thing I want in this time-travel visit to the past is people feeling what I get when T-11 repeatedly says "History says" so it won't be forgotten and that it could become a memorable annoyance.

"Fine." I said. "And how is T-800 going to save us the time of convincing the you-know-who's wrong."

"We need to wait, ...after we get John out of there." T-11 said.

I look towards the cashier. The cashier is a old lady who had fairly white hair and rosy cheeks. She is probably the best literate example of Snow White except for the well dressed modern part. There were an old pair of glasses scooped around her neck dangling there so sincerely and carelessly.

"I don't hear the cash coming out." I said with a sneer.

The cashier gulps.

"I am going fast as I can-" The old Cashier said.

I held up my gun at her forehead.

"Does History records say we kill someone?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at the old lady.

"Two people." T -11 said. "It's not going to be the two of us who die.'"

"Captain Obvious., we're the robbers." I poked the gun on the old cashier's forehead. "Faster."

The old cashier takes the money out of the vault and begins putting golden blocks into the bag instead of cash. "I shoulda knew this wouldn't go too fast." I mutter to myself in a low voice that it wouldn't be necessarily heard. I dropped a toothpick to the one would ever pick up my DNA not until several years down the road or at least until my parents 's have been born and then they have grown up and had me. Which begs the question would my DNA be on file? I don't recall anyone matching my DNA to any crimes in the past. But this past may be different since we're changing it.

"She's going fast as she can." A young man said.

"Are you telling me to size me up?" I ask, standing right in front of his feet...I meant his hands, not feet. Damn it.

The young man shook his head.

"NN-No." The young man said.

"Then: shut up." I said.

"I didn't think you had the guts to say it." T-11 said.

I turn towards T-11's direction.

"I have not gone bonkers, yet." I told him, then usher my gun right at the old cashier. Acting to be very mean, strict, and generally threatening is one of my strong aspects as a spare soldier for Skynet. "Faaster!" The old Cashier flinches. "We're not staying until our bones become dust."

"I am going fast as I can." The old Cashier said.

I can't believe it.

In my future an old woman can go faster just to save her life, and this one, oh boy she doesn't want to save her life. I lift my gun up. My future there is no kindness displayed in public or either that kind of affection where couples kiss in the streets. I I had kindness than it should be used to do one thing only for this old lady. And it is to stash out the cash into the bag; only the golden blocks being put into the bag by an older individual who looks frail and so old.

I pressed the trigger to the gun.

The old Cashier down to her side and people screamed.

"If anyone attempts to budge our plans." I held up my gun. "I won't be playing mercy."