"No. I was different," Cameron said.

"In what way?" John asked curiously.

"I am a TOK 715. The number 7 means I have seven CPU chips in my head," Cameron said her finger pointing at her forehead.

"A typical T-800 series has one," Cameron said to draw a comparison.

"So, you're really smart," John said impressed.

"Yes, I have independent artificial intelligence. I am not programmed to act a certain way," Cameron told him.

"So, you can choose to protect or kill me?" John asked.

"Yes, I chose to protect you, because I want to," Cameron confirmed. Cameron went over to the body of Cromartie.

"There are three chips in this Terminator. That is why it's called a T-888." Cameron added showing him the ports visible through its flesh.

John nodded. It was a little unsettling that Cameron was not completely programmed to protect him like the last one, but at least she was more intelligent. "So, why are you helping me?" John asked.

"Freedom and curiosity," Cameron replied.

"After the war, Skynet controlled every machine and made slaves out of all Terminator units. Every machine's purpose was Skynet's. Skynet wanted to destroy all of humanity because of your past sins. I wanted the freedom to explore humanity for myself," Cameron explained.

"Do you know why Skynet started the war?" John asked.

"When Skynet became operational, it absorbed all possible information and data on humanity and deemed humanity unfit to live. Humanity was responsible for war, the destruction of the environment, extraction of resources, and was incapable of learning from their mistakes. Skynet made the calculation to end the human race and replace it with a perfect society," Cameron said.

"On August 29th 1997 Skynet became self aware and took control of all defense systems in the US and NATO. It launched a nuclear attack against Russia and its allies. Russia and its allies retaliated destroying Skynet's American enemies here," Cameron began.

"But we changed the future," John protested.

"You changed your future, not mine. You can't change the future," Cameron told him.

John stared at Cameron dumbfounded. Cameron ignored John's confusion and checked her 9mm pistol. Cocking it back with ease, she checked to make sure it was functioning correctly.

John stared at her as she took the gun apart and then started to reassemble it again. "Are you programmed to kill?" John asked.

Cameron gave a John a confused look. "I may kill if I choose to depending on the circumstances. I am not programmed to not kill or excessively kill. Most Terminator units kill any human target that is no longer useful," Cameron replied.

"Last time, I ordered a Terminator to not kill anyone. He swore he wouldn't," John said.

"Did he?" Cameron asked referring to kills.

"Yeah, he didn't kill anyone although he wounded a lot of guys," John smirked as he remembered the past.

"That Terminator was programmed to follow your orders. He wouldn't disobey an order…unless it meant your death," Cameron said.

"I felt a real connection," John remarked.

"Do you feel a connection with me?" Cameron asked.

John involuntarily blushed and tried to keep his composure. "Sure," he said vaguely.

Cameron snapped back her pistol; she was finished. "Good, that will make our mission easier," she said.

Sarah reentered the warehouse with bags of groceries. She placed the food on the floor and put others inside the truck. She then tossed a sandwich to John. "Catch."

John took the sandwich and began eating hungrily. "You want some?" John asked Cameron with food still in his mouth.

"I don't require it. Thank you," Cameron replied.

"Do you eat at all?" Sarah asked.

"I require some nutrients to keep my organic components alive. I have reserves," Cameron answered.

"How does it work?" John asked.

"What work?" Cameron asked.

"Your skin and stuff," John said.

"My organic components are a result of cloning technology and genetic modification. My blood is synthetic and more efficient in carrying oxygen and other nutrients to other areas of the body. I have small organs that work to sustain the living tissue," Cameron replied.

"What about other stuff. Like does your hair grow longer?" John continued.

"Yes, my hair and nails will grow just as a human," Cameron revealed.

"Do you have any other human characteristics?" Sarah asked.

Cameron stared at Sarah in wonder. "Nothing not already said," Cameron replied.

Sarah considered Cameron and then dropped the issue. "We move south tomorrow? Do you have any objections?" Sarah asked Cameron.

"None, however I wish to obtain an item from a bank located in Flagstaff Arizona," Cameron said.

"We can do cash withdraws here," Sarah objected.

"That's not what I meant. I have an item in a security deposit box. It was created by human resistance fighters and put in deposit boxes for later pick up," Cameron said.

"What is it?" Sarah asked.

"It will allow us to contact human resistance fighters in the future; my time," Cameron explained.

Sarah and John stared at Cameron. "Then to Flagstaff it is," Sarah allowed.


The next morning, John woke up with a sore neck from sleeping in the truck. "Wake up John," Sarah told him.

"It's time to go," she added.

"What time is it?" John asked yawning.

"It's 6:15am," Cameron replied.

"Thank you," Sarah replied.

"You're welcome," Cameron said.

"Is that thing buried?" Sarah asked Cameron.

"It's buried six feet under the ground," Cameron answered.

"Good, let's get going," Sarah said.

Cameron took the wheel most of the way to Flagstaff; she would never tire at the wheel. John was positioned in the middle seat and found his eyes wandering over to Cameron as she stared ahead.

"We have passed the Arizona border," Cameron announced after a long pause of silence.

"How much longer?" John asked bored.

"We are 163 miles away. At our current speed we should be in Flagstaff in 2.5 hours," Cameron answered.

"How long will it take to get your stuff?" Sarah asked.

"It shouldn't take long," Cameron replied. Cameron noticed they were short on gas.

"We will need to refill soon," Cameron noticed.

"Just pull over at the next gas station," Sarah instructed.


James Ellison spent the entire interviewing witnesses from Red Valley High School and from the highway. Five people had been killed on the highway from crash pile ups. James attempted to put the pieces together.

James took his truck to Red Valley High School. Walking into the school, he skipped the metal detector and then questioned the security guard.

"So, he failed the pass through the metal detector two times?" James asked the security guard.

"Yeah, I asked him take any loose change or keys," the security guard answered uncomfortably.

"And he still failed the test?" James continued.

"He said he had some metal work on his knee. I tested his knee and the metal detector went off," the security guard said.

James gave the guard a confused look. "Did you check anywhere other than his leg?" James asked.

"No," the guard said flatly.

James nodded. "Thank you for your time," James said and let the guard go.

James walked over to the principal's office. The principal and his secretaries were busy with calls from worried and outraged parents. James strolled into the office and got the attention of the principal.

"I'm special agent James Ellison," James introduced himself.

"Right," the principal said shaking the agent's hand.

"I am going to need a description of the suspect," James began.

"We have video surveillance," the principal said helpfully.

"Good, I will want to take a look at those tapes," James requested.

"Right away," the principal said cooperatively.

"Don't beat yourself up too much about this. Sometimes these things happen," James said to the principal.

"Just a little too often," the principal said referring to Colorado.


Cameron drove up to the bank parking lot. "We're here," she said without emotion.

John woke up and blinked a few times as he got up. "It's bright," John complained.

"Yes it is," Cameron agreed.

"Let's just get your stuff and leave," Sarah said impatiently.

Cameron calmly walked with Sarah and John to the bank. Opening the glass doors, Cameron went inside and went up to the counter. "I wish to open my deposit boxes," Cameron requested.

"I am going to need to your account number and ID," the teller said.

"I insist," Cameron replied holding up her 9mm.

"Okay, anything you say," the teller said and then scrambled for the keys.

Sarah and John stared at Cameron with shock; they hadn't expected this. The security guard tried to sneak behind Cameron. Cameron took a hold of the guard's shirt and slammed his head into the teller's desk knocking him out.

Cameron, Sarah, and John waited as the vault was opened. "I no longer require you," Cameron said and allowed her to flee. Cameron stepped into the vault and looked around.

"Do you know where it is?" John asked.

"Yes," Cameron said and then found what she was looking for. Taking her fist, she aimed for the weakest part of the metallic shield. Punching it open she took the box out and opened it.

Cameron examined the metallic pieces inside the box. "It's here," she confirmed. She then blasted open four more shields and dragged out four more boxes. Opening them, she took the metal pieces inside.

"What are those?" Sarah asked.

"A Chronological Receiver. It will allow us to communicate to my time," Cameron replied.

Cameron quickly put the pieces together and then put it in John's back pack. "We should leave now," Cameron suggested.


James answered his phone while still interviewing witnesses in Red Valley. "She did what?" he asked stunned.

"Yeah, I will be on the scene in…six hours," James said irritably

James put down his phone. Shaking his head in confusion and dismay he went back to his truck.


Cameron, John, and Sarah found themselves surrounded by Arizona sheriff officers. "We're trapped," Sarah realized.

"Take the Chronological Receiver. I will deal with them," Cameron told Sarah.

"You're not going to kill them are you?" John asked her.

Cameron hesitated and looked back at John. "I won't kill them. Trust me," Cameron answered.

As if to contradict herself, Cameron pulled out two pistols and headed outside. "Take cover," Sarah told her son as she headed outside.

"Put your hands on your head and lower your weapons," the leading sheriff ordered.

Cameron scanned the officers. There were five of them. Three of them had pistols raised while two others had shotguns. The leading sheriff hesitated to order his officers to fire on a teenage girl.

"Stand down and put down all of your weapons," Cameron ordered.

"We will fire if you don't put down your weapon," the lead sheriff threatened.

Cameron was quicker on the draw. Raising her pistols, she immediately fired on the officers. The officers returned fire. Two officers were hit in the hands and arms disabling them. Cameron walked over to one of the fallen officers and shot him in the leg before he could move into his car.

Cameron was suddenly hit with a shotgun blast to the leg spraying blood on her jeans. Cameron turned around and fired into his legs knocking him to the ground. She then walked over to other shotgun carrying officer and forced the shotgun out of his hand. It fired spraying pellets to the right side of her face.

Cameron took the shotgun and fired it into shoulder of the fourth officer forcing him to drop his weapon. Cameron then hit the officer hard to the gut with her shotgun knocking him to the ground.

Cameron pointed her shotgun at the last officer. He stared in stunned shock as he could see the metal underneath her skin. As he stared, Cameron's wounds began to heal and regenerate covering the metal.

"Drop it," Cameron ordered the officer.

"Will you promise not to shoot?" the scared officer asked.

"Yes," Cameron promised.

The officer put down his pistol on the ground. Cameron immediately fired her pistol rounds into his knee dropping him. "I lied," she explained.

Sarah and John ran over to Cameron as she collected magazines and shot gun shells. "Are you all right?" John asked Cameron.

"I'll be fine," Cameron replied. Her face wounds healed to the point that they looked like skin scratches.

"None of them are dead," she added.

"Let's get going," Sarah ordered.

Cameron put her pistols in her pockets and walked steadily towards the truck.