Magnesium: used in the manufacturing of laptops- Vick's chip being played on John's computer
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The symbols don't make any sense. Triangles next to squares with lines drawn through them, paired with curves and angles that form a type of computer code that wouldn't be recognizable for at least another twenty years. But Sarah knows they do make sense. That they create the fabric of the terminators' minds and thoughts.
Cameron's mind.
Each and every one of these lines of random symbols create an individual memory stored away in the computer chip, and Sarah watches in amazement as one of Vick's memories is played on the computer screen.
The machine's eyesight is warped, creating space for the scanners and databases built into the software of the terminator's computer chip. The image is tinged with red, filled with words and phrases as the terminator searches for information on how to respond in its surroundings.
"Is this how you see the world? How you remember?" Sarah asks, half to the computer and half to Cameron, who she knows is hovering in the doorway behind her. Watching her.
"Yes." Comes the reply, simple and to the point, like all of Cameron's words.
"Do you ever forget?" The question escapes Sarah's guard, which usually keeps her from engaging in conversations with the machine that don't pertain to a mission.
"Every memory is saved into my software. I can't afford to forget anything. It might compromise a mission."
Sarah sighs as she returns her gaze to the screen, where just hours ago the words TARGET IDENTIFIED: JOHN CONNOR had appeared when John gave the chip too much power. Where just hours ago, her son had been marked for death. Again.
"Sometimes," Sarah says, mostly to herself as she closes her eyes, "it would be easier if you could just forget."
