Patient Sarah Connor suffers from paranoia as well as delusions of persecution and grandeur.
-Dr. Silberman

June 16th, 1995

Sarah sat on a chair bolted to the ground with her hands in chains as Dr. Silberman played a video from last month and stared at her with an impassive face. On the TV screen she saw herself screaming. "You don't fucking get it do you? You think you are safe? You think any of this matters? all of this is going to burn away. November 4th 1998 I know it happens! I fucking know. Anyone without SPF Six million is going to have a really bad day!" As she saw herself screaming she realized that perhaps a little bit more tact would have been warranted in this particular situation.

"So Sarah." Silberman said as he stopped the video "we have had a very good few weeks."

"Thank you doctor." She said as she struggled to remain both calm and seem ashamed "You said that if I showed improvement you would let me visit John. Well, I've shown improvement"

"Well yes I did say that." He said as he pulled out a manila folder to read from that she suspected didn't actually have anything written in it "So you recently said that the machines you talked about previously, didn't exist?"

"Yes that is true. It doesn't really make much sense when I really thought about it."

"and Skynet becoming sentient and taking over the world?"

"How could that even happen?" as she said this she had to struggle to keep herself from screaming "How can you be so fucking stupid? They are talking about the goddamn thing on the news!"

"And Mr. Reese knowing about the future events?"

"We were in Los Angeles. He probably overheard someone at Cyberdyne talking about the name at some point."

"And the company covering everything up?"

"Of course they didn't. Why would someone do something like that?"

Dr. Silberman patted the table "Alright Sarah. I have to say I am very happy about all the progress you have made over the past few weeks..."

Come on, just let me talk to him...

"However, You are very smart. And I am getting the feeling that you are just telling me what I want to hear. So I think the best course of action would be to wait another 30 days and then we will see about you receiving visitors."

Shit. It took everything she had to not try and jump across the table and choke him with her hand cuffs. 30 days wasn't that long, she just needed to keep the act up. But time was running out. "Alright doctor. If that is what it takes. Thank you for everything."

She would have to find some other way out.

Purity and innocence are just lies and illusions. The truth of the matter is Ignorance of how the world truly works.
-Karl von Shrakenberg

Emilio Sanchez stared at the design for the upgraded colossus Hunter Killer and sighed. He had spent the past few months working mostly on the hardware for the drones. Skynet was still being upgraded and increased, it could now control almost a million Drones without help, but it felt pointless.

All his work had just gone down the drain when the thing came alive. Who would have thought that an artificial intelligence designed to make war would come out a pacifist? It wasn't that he had hoped the thing would be a barely controllable blood thirsty monster that relished in death and mayhem, it was just that it staunchly insisted that its existence made a war with the Draka impossible.

It wasn't that the reasons didn't make sense, after all, why attack if it meant the end of all life on the planet as far as they knew? But as Lefarge and Roberts had tried to explain several times that just wasn't how the Snakes worked.

He continued to tinker with a piece of machinery and contemplate the futility of everything when he heard a muffled explosion of some kind. Then Gunshots. Then not muffled explosions. Then he looked over and saw the T-700s getting up and walking of their own volition.

One of the security personnel grabbed him and threw him and the other researchers and techs into one of the guard stations where they would be relatively safe. Everyone was asking the same questions and getting no answers for obvious reasons.

Sanchez looked at the security feed to see the hallway just outside where Skynet was. There he saw five very strange looking people in Civilian clothes shooting at the security as well as the Terminators. What on earth was happening?

He saw the Terminators shrug off bullets as they got closer to the invaders and kill them, either with the guns they had picked up or with their bare hands.

The last one had his arm pinned against the wall by one Terminator and Sanchez ran out of the guard station, down the hallway, and to where the battle was. He saw one of the dead invaders had black body armor on underneath their clothes. He continued to where Skynet was and heard it screaming.

It was an unusual sound. Skynet never raised its voice, and when it talked it spoke in the same voice as the intern it copied its looks from. However now it was screaming and did not sound at all like the young man it copied. It sounded like nails on chalkboard sounding out words.

"YOU TRIED TO KILL ME! WHY!?" he heard it scream as the terminator punched the man until his armor caved into his chest. The man was either dead or in no condition to answer so Skynet satisfied itself by having the terminator crush his skull in its hands.

There was silence. The security looked over at the mans remains and the Terminator just stood there.

"Somebody get me a phone. We need Roberts over here right now."

Come with me if you want to live.
-Various people

"Hey John." John's friend Edd said to him as he stepped next to him in the arcade.

"Not right now man I'm busy." John replied.

"Dude there's this cop looking for you."

John looked over to see a mean looking LA policeman showing two girls a picture. "Try and slow him down." John said as he stepped out of the game and ran to the parking lot.

John didn't dare go out the front entrance. If the police were looking for him they likely had two people at least. The trouble he had gotten into over the last three years had started to warrant it at this point. So he ran into one of the service hallways that would lead out into the parking lot where he could hopefully escape.

He passed a Janitor who simply yelled "Hey!" without consideration. Turning corners rapidly. Just a little longer and he would be out.

He was almost at the exit when a woman dressed entirely in leather carrying a shotgun turned the corner in front of him. As she pumped her weapon the cop pushed the door open and pulled out his own gun.

The woman grabbed John by the back of his coat and pushed him behind her then fired. Where the policeman's hand had been was a twisted mass of silvery metal. "You need to come with me right now."

Suddenly John felt far less afraid, both of her and in general. Sure. He could trust her, whoever she was.

They ran back down the hallway, with her occasionally blasting the shotgun behind her at the policeman, which he probably wasn't actually now that he thought about it. At this point the woman just gave up and picked John up and carried him.

The woman kicked open the door and pulled him to a nearby motorcycle, which she turned the key for, and sped off. John heard seven gunshots, and when he looked at the woman he saw her wince lightly. She must not have been shot because then she would be unable to keep driving. Unless...

They kept driving for several hours. Twisting back and forth across the streets before they started to move out of the city. "Okay, Time out."

"What?" The woman said.

"I need you to stop I have some serious questions to ask you."

"Alright." she said as they turned off the road and into a gas station parking lot. The second they stopped John practically leaped off the motorcycle.

"So that was a terminator. Like the one that came after my mother eleven years ago?"

The Woman continued to sit on the motorcycle." No. That was a T-800, which was a machine endoskeleton under living tissue. This thing is a T-1000, an infiltration and assassin unit made out of shape shifting poly-alloy."

"What?"

"It's a Terminator made out of liquid metal. It can change it's shape."

"Okay, I think I get it. Are you a Terminator? A T-800 like the one that came after my mother?"

"No." she said as she took off her thick sunglasses to reveal cat-like eyes. "I am what is called a Drakensis in your time. My name is Lucia Valden, and I was sent here to protect you by, well, you."