David Smith, who gave it its face, joined the American Patriots Movement. Matthew Roberts did everything he could while he could. Almost everyone involved in its creation tried to stop Skynet before the end. Except for one man.
-Kyle Reese

June 19th, 1995

Matthew Walked out of the room where he had been talking to Skynet. Everyone else on the project had talked about how disappointed they were about how Skynet was behaving. Roberts wasn't honestly as disappointed. He was happy that this weapon of war was stable, and not acting insane or full of hate.

Now everything about the thing had changed. He had known that was childish but he had hoped that it wouldn't change its opinion so quickly. But suddenly it was talking about how much it hated the Draka and wanted to kill them all. It constantly asked him for the nuclear launch codes, even though he told it over and over again he didn't have it.

At first, he thought it was just the trauma, and once they moved it would eventually get better. But General Lefarge had been talking to it. Telling it about its duties, and how dangerous the Draka were. The thing had put the image it presented itself in military fatigues instead of the casual civilian clothes it had worn before.

While before he felt as though he had been making progress when he talked about as it gradually revealed its inner mind now he felt as though he was just arguing with it. It talked about the Draka like rabid animals to be put down, and although he was no snake sympathizer it was still odd to hear it talk the way it did.

And then there was the lengths it was willing to go to in order to ensure its security and survival. When he had mentioned how there were many interns and janitors who would have to be fired and given a stipend in order to be kept quiet it offhandedly mentioned "Just kill them."

The man who had first discovered it, the man who gave it its face, and dozens of others were on the list and it would mercilessly kill them out of some strange and warped sense of the greater good. Roberts had tried to reason with it, but it wouldn't hear it. It insisted that its survival was too important and they could not be trusted. He had advised it to keep that thinking to itself.

The solution was simple. He had to convince Sanchez to distance Lefarge from the project. Lefarge talked to the thing almost as much as Roberts did these days, and whenever he was not busy with official matters he was here, helping in a variety of ways, and teaching Skynet.

Roberts walked into Sanchez's office. "Emilio, We need to talk right now."

Emilio was leaning over a model of a new Terminator, the 800 series prototype. "Nice to see you too Roberts."

"Sanchez, this is serious. It's about Skynet."

"What about it? Its doing amazingly. We are expanding its control massively, and it finally understands its purpose. Things are going better than we thought they ever would."

"Its becoming a complete psychopath Sanchez. Every time Lefarge talks to it, things get worse."

"Lefarge is the only person on this team who was able to get it to do its job. The whole country should be thanking him."

"If this continues Skynet is going to become a security risk, we will all be in danger. It constantly asks me to give it more. I don't think it understands that I don't have that power. It just hates ravenously."

"Good. We are building something to save our society. If it is passionate about that then that is perfect. Skynet isn't a security risk it is the answer to every security risk."

"Are you serious right now? Skynet is being driven insane. It is losing the empathy that we were so lucky it was born with. If we keep going down the road we are it won't matter if it kills the Snakes, there won't be anyone in the world left to be free. This thing is going to crack the planet in half like a China Plate in a shooting gallery."

Emilio put down the tools he was working with, stood up straight and looked right at him. "Dr. Roberts, the Skynet project is no longer in need of your services. Please collect your things and leave, and your confidentiality about what you have seen and learned here is still expected."

The world as we understand it is going to end on November 4th, 1998
-Sarah Connor

Doctor Silberman couldn't stop shaking. He had told the police he hadn't seen anything, and just seen the men after the fact. He had driven home in a trance and now that his wife was struggling to talk to him as he sat at the table starring at the phone it felt like the world was ending.

He had seen a seemingly normal man turn his hands into knives, and slice everyone in its way to mincemeat. He had gotten a vague thought in the back of his head that maybe Connor had some point but that was only the beginning. She had been completely and totally right about everything.

Terminators. Skynet. Hell, maybe her son was Jesus like she seemed to think. Everything he thought he knew was shattered in an instant. He suddenly felt as though he had been woken up from a pleasant dream to find that the house was on fire.

His wife shook his shoulder "honey, are you okay."

"I...I..." He only stuttered. What was he going to tell her. What if she thought he was as crazy as he had thought Connor and Reese had been?

Kyle Reese had warned him and he hadn't believed him. How could he have been so wrong. It all made sense now. Skynet was everywhere how had he not realized that? How could Sarah just pretend to be sane? Crazy people didn't do that if they were as delusional as he was convinced she was.

"Carmen." He finally managed to say. "Do you remember the patient I have? Sarah Connor?"

"Yes" She said as she sat down next to him, clearly just glad he was talking to her.

"I need to tell you something. And you need to believe me."