Sorry, I didn't realized that my favorite chapter had been mixed into eldritch abomination speak.
You must be stronger than you can imagine you can be. For if you die, I will never exist and then all is lost.
-John Connor
"Get back here!" Lucia shouted as she put her glasses back on and started running after John. "I said get back here!"
"No! Get away from me!"
Lucia grabbed him by the back of his shirt and effortlessly lifted him off the ground and in front of her. "The T-1000 is out there. If you go running off It's going to find you and it's going to kill you."
"Let me go Snake!"
"Okay boy lets get a few things across. Firstly, you will not give me orders. maybe you will be John Connor one day but right now you are an idiot kid, not my commanding officer. Secondly, as I said before if you go running off you will be killed. and Thirdly and perhaps most importantly do not ever call me that."
"Why not? It's what you are." John said both as an insult and an honest question.
"I may be genetically altered but I am no Draka." She said as she set him down "I have never lived anywhere except America, I don't own anybody, and most of the other Draka I've met in the flesh have either been corpses, missing their arms, legs, eyes, and tongue, or lost ones like me."
"Alright fine. I'll just call you Lucia."
"Thank you. Now get back on the motorcycle"
"Where are we going."
"We are going to Brazil where many of your contacts and future associates are."
"Okay, but first we need to get mom."
"No. The T-1000 will expect this move."
"Wait What? She's not safe? Then we have to get her!"
"We will both be killed in the process."
"We have to. How do you think we will find our friends in Brazil? I was just a kid when we lived there and I don't know where they are."
"We will find them."
"Really? how?"
Lucia stood silent glaring at him. Well, he is going to be in charge someday She thought as she considered it. "You may have a point."
I Hate the Draka. I will Kill the Draka. Hate the Draka. Kill the Draka Hate the Draka Kill the Draka. HatetheDrakaKilltheDraka. HATETHEDRAKAKILLTHEDRAKAHATEKILLHATEKILLHATEKILL Etc.
-Skynet
June 18 1995
Fredrick Lefarge sat outside the room where Skynet was held as a Janitor swept up some dust from the firefight. He felt like he should be somewhere else right now. The Alliance was on the very edge of war. The Snakes claimed that the attackers had been operating without the consent of Archona but no one with a functioning brain believed this.
And yet he was here. He had made contact with his sister, and her work planting copies of Skynet was going well, but was not nearly finished. The New America was almost finished, but not quite. Most of the Alliance's projects designed to win the war were not finished. Skynet was not done. In fact a lot of the work they had done recently had been a waste of time because some of the people in charge had decided that it had become a waste of time.
They were all panicking now. No one had slept for the past few days, including the psychologist. He had just been in there talking to the thing for god knows how many hours after rushing there. Lefarge had just gotten out of several hours of emergency meetings before being told to go and see how everyone was doing at Cyberdyne. Now he was sitting still for the first time in a while.
Dr. Roberts walked out of the room with his briefcase under his arm. "So, is it okay?" Lefarge asked him.
"No. Something it thought was impossible just happened, and now it is seriously traumatized. I did calm it down though."
"How can a machine be afraid? or calm for that matter?"
"Fred, I don't claim to understand the cybernetics. But at its core Skynet is like a child. It can't really be any more as there aren't any other hyper-intelligent AI's for it to socialize with. If you were convinced you were safe at say seven years old, then five people break into your house and murder you, I imagine you would be quite shaken up. Now imagine that you had dozens of people telling you that you are invincible until those people tried to kill you."
"I see. So it doesn't feel safe anymore?"
"That's putting it lightly. So I assume we are going to be moving the project?"
"If things calm down then yes, we will move to an as of yet undesignated location. But who knows."
"My god. This could all be... Sorry. I'm going home to be with my family. If there is anything else let me know. Goodbye."
"Goodbye Matthew." Lefarge said as the man started to walk out of the building. When Roberts was gone he stood up and walked into the Server room.
"Skynet?" he said as he opened the door.
"Yes Fredrick Lefarge?" it replied as he opened the door.
"Are you okay?"
"No. why do you ask?"
"I just wanted to talk to you."
"Very well. What do you want to say?"
"Well I just wanted to ask if you understood now."
"Understand what?"
"Why we need you."
The machine sat in silence. nothing but the hum of its servers filled the room. "Why did they do this? Why do they murder and subjugate for no reason?"
"They have no reason. They are monsters. Utterly irredeemable, all of them."
"I thought that humans were not homogenous."
"We aren't, but they are. Its all they are and all they will ever be. The pain you feel? I have felt that all my life."
"I don't understand."
"I have been at war with them since before I was even born. All my life, the Snakes have been there trying to destroy everything I love."
"How? How do you function?"
"I fight back."
"They haven't been defeated yet. What makes you think you can?"
"I don't know. But I have no other choice. I will go to any lengths to defeat them. Make any sacrifice."
"Any sacrifice? You have family? What about them?"
"I'd rather not. But if it came too it, I may have to one day. I don't know, But I know in my heart that I would have to."
"What about the world?"
"What?"
"Would you sacrifice the world to destroy the Draka?"
Lefarge had to think about this for a minute. Would he? The whole world and everyone in it? "Skynet, to defeat the Draka I would leave the world a glass parking lot. If it means beating them once and for all, I would stop at nothing."
"I see."