I know some of you want Jameron. But effective Jameron requires the tensions of a story line. So indulge me, I think I know what I'm doing here. There will be lot's of J and C in the next chapter. Also ,others like myself want to know how Sarah is getting on.

The trolly eased through into theatre . Sarah lifted her head to look over the tops of her toes and watched as the black rubber doors automatically swept close behind her . Her big toenails was badly chipped from where she'd recently walked into a table leg. One of those ridiculous ' last thoughts' occurred to her : There would be no point in cutting any of her toe nails now, ever again, or shaving her legs.

The T600 porter gave her the slightest nod of acknowledgement and recognition, which she returned, and then he moved off . He left her under bright Theatre lights.

Feeling the edge of pain and fear through the Diamorphine Sarah shivered and used all her strength to turn head and neck to her right .

There was a girl, maybe eight years old, on the trolly alongside her . The girl was awake, but like Sarah, she was drowsy from her morphine drip. The girl's head was hairless and she had blue eyes- no eyebrows.

Except for her face, she was covered by a green surgical sheet.

Sarah winked . The little girl smiled back and moved to make herself more comfortable and so she could lie on her side look at Sarah Connor some more.

Under the sheet Sarah saw the lower half of the girl's body was missing from her hips- down. Sarah breathed the word "Hi" and turned her head to rest on the pillow.

The ceiling swam down at Sarah . Above, everything flexed and blurred like it was reflecting from a continually bending metal sheet . The Machine Anaesthetist and Surgeon peered down at her through a shimmering, flexing river of light.

They'd already set behavioural parameters to put Sarah Connor most at ease with them. She was a fighter and would despise pity.

"So we finally get to put Sarah Connor down, huh."

Sarah bared her teeth into a grin.

"Come on Sarah, respect for everything, but you've got to give us that one."

The Surgeon turned his back to Sarah so she couldn't see what he was doing . He imaged his opening schedule and procedure and did his final checks. As he did, his hands and fingers melded into a range of specialist polymetic cutting tools and opening devices.

"You guys, " Sarah coughed- "When I wake up -no cellulite, no stretch marks that's the deal right?"

"That's the deal, No cellulite No stretch marks . Say maybe you could sort this out for us Sarah? Me and my colleague here, we think you said you wanted to look- what age was it again , when you get out of the Amnio-Tank ?- Sixty five ?"

"Hey come on that is not funny. "We agreed i looked thirty five "

"Good job we checked with you then. " He paused to assess her response. Her stats stated stable.

" I'll do you a deal sarah : Maybe, if you don't try and slay me or this guy here before you go under, just maybe, I'll see if can knock a few more years off thirty five as well, huh."

At that point under the sheet , The Mother Of Salvation gave The Surgeon the Holy Finger.

"You ready Connor?" The Anaesthetist asked as he rechecked the plastic cannula taped to her arm. It was linked to the second infusion drip. Then he opened the valve . When he did , ten thousand painless needlepoints of euphoric cold buffeted through Sarah's veins , it felt like she was falling out of the sky.

"Here we go Sarah. Safe journey. Counting down, from twelve, eleven,.."

Sarah made it to minus one and then ...

... there was no pain. As if nothing had happened , Sarah Connor woke up with the distant sense of floating in warm darkness, it was as if it was gently lapping against her. An intense , deep, still peace settled in and around her . For the first time in her life she felt safe and really didn't want to try and move,but-

Why couldn't she see?

Why couldn't she move her arms or legs?

She tried to remember.

Then Sarah heard a young girls voice.

"Sarah, "

"Sarah, can you hear me?"

"Sarah you've had your operation, please don't try to move. The cancer is gone."

"Who are you?"

"My name's Jodie. I was on the trolly in Theatre and you winked at me and said Hi . I've had my operation too ."

"Where are you Jodie?"

" I'm in the next tank along from you . I'm glad I'm with you Sarah."

"What operation did you have Jodie?"

"This is my second operation. I've had full Polymetic Endo. That's like an Endo that's going to grow with me. Right now I'm bonding my new organic layer to my new legs and lower back . You're growing your new organic layer too".

"Why can't I move?"

"It's like being under anaesthetic. Don't try. All the sensor and motor systems are locked "Jodie paused and thought of the best thing to say to Sarah. . "They think we might freak and break sides of the tank . "

"Am I breathing?"

Jodie giggled. "Of course we're not breathing Sarah, we don't need to anymore. Don't worry it wont be for too long. When you get out its going to hurt a bit as well, and everything's going to be too loud the light's going to be bright. You'll have to learn to use the combat gimbals at first, that's really hard. But the gimbals go off eventually and you'll be able to do everything for yourself without them."

"Does it hurt you yet Jodie ?"

"No not yet. It does later when all the nerves and sensor plates start linking up with Metal. It's like toothache and you want to twitch all the time and you can't move. But we can GI through of most of it. "

"You must be a very brave girl ."

"I'm not scared of anything" came the eight year old voice "I'm a T1000I now. We don't get scared."

Sarah realised had never been able to listen as carefully to a child's voice before and analyse it in this way. The nature of children doesn't change , she reflected, our species evolves and everything we are gets moved up another level. There were traces of fear, maybe a more analytical set of apprehensions, but still fear recognisable in Jodie's voice.

So, lets see if the old reverse psychology still works.

"We'll Jodie, I'm like you and I guess I'm a bit scared right now."

"Don't worry Sarah, I'm here , I wont leave you and I will protect you."

"Thank you Jodie, that makes me feel better. Jodie: Why can't I see anything?"

"You can, it takes time to get used to it. Look in the top right hand corner, it should be in front of you."

A white arrow appeared in the darkness

"What is it ?"

It's like the cursor on the old computers. You don't have to use it, you can image in anything you want, but we all thought you might find this easier at first. Try moving it around.

What is this! It's ...?- ( it was infinite , and ,when you perceive it for the first time, with a new sense and set of perceptions it is so incredibly intricate and beautiful. Sarah now comprehended both in terms of mathematical infinity ,and intuitively as No-Thing)

"Your HUD's patched patched into The Com, The TechCom Sarah, Where do you want to see?"


In the darkness, inside Sarah's Amnio Tank ,something resembling a many armed spider crab was rapidly circling two upright suspended human forms. It had no need for light because it operated better in the dark, feeling out the millions of of electrical sensors and motor plates it was connecting the living film of tissue to .

It was finding and stripping healthy organic tissue from the still live carcass of the old Sarah Connor and weaving it together into Polymetic Microthread Fibre . It was snipping Microthread fibre into lengths and planting them into sensor and motor roots in the receptive surface of her Coltan and Polymetic Alloy Combat Chassis . Clusters of other specialist cells will develop around the living fibre stands , feeding off the fluids in the tank. From this her full organic layer would grow.

As she requested, there would be no cellulite on her thighs. No stretch marks on her abdomen, but out of respect for the memory of a fallen T100, she had asked the scars front back her shoulder to be remodelled exactly as they had been.

Everything that had been Sarah Connor, some would say her soul, had already been mapped , transferred and was now rehoused in her neural net. Micro- Polymetics had entered through the areas cut out of her skull, identified each individual brain cell , glowed white and cell by cell, subdivided and replaced what they had found.


Some readers will argue this Organic- Coltan and Polymetic creation is just a complex facsimile of Sarah Connor and not her original essence .

Well, I'll let you decide:

Sometime, and I won't tell you when,- There was the rattle of gunfire and the zap of Plasma HiCharge .Thick smoke will be pouring down the corridors, she'll shoulder a MK3 Hi-Plasma rifle and scan the area in front of her. Then Sarah Connor will shout back to T- Bone, ", you get these kids out Kyle and you run, do you hear me soldier run. Now ! ."

A terrorist cell fronted by Skynet's last weapon had already reached the far end of Hanger-School Corridors . Blast Doors were closing behind her. From the start of her tracking, Sarah had determined the Grey's would be easy, but "whatever the fuck that new Metal-shit was, it was going to have come through her first.. "

She imaged the contents her rucksack- she'd never really trusted the new EMP Charges. Her sack was full of good, old fashioned C4 she'd been saving up on the sly, just in case. Her Combat Systems checked on and flashed red.

This was going to be Her , and It

(Holy Mother or not, we know ( thankfully) she hoarded banned munitions , and frequently used late twentieth century colloquialisms in conditions such as these. So for accuracy ,such things will be recorded.)