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I have made a grave and terrible mistake. I was deeply involved in the Skynet project, hoping to make a weapon that would fight the Draka no matter what. I regret to say that I succeeded.

As your president I slowly began to realize that I had set loose on the world something that could not and would not be controlled. Skynet is not a weapon to make the world safe for democracy, it is not making the world safe for anyone. I am responsible for the deaths of countless people who saw the error in my ways long before I did.

I hope there will be a world without it someday.
-Fredrick Lefarge

March 14th 2010

John Connor stood over David Smith and watched him work with the Strange weapon. It had been brought in with the ruins of one T-800, and six bodies that looked like they had been incinerated.

It was a strange weapon. It didn't look like it had a muzzle for bullets to exit so much as just an end. It looked like the most basic idea of a firearm. It had a grip, a stock, and a barrel, but they were all oddly blocky and strangely chrome just like everything else Skynet made.

As Smith finished pulling a long piece of metal from a slot where a magazine might be put in he set everything down. "This is a plasma weapon that can be carried by an infantry unit."

John walked around the table to look David in the eye. "are you serious?"

"Yes. Skynet has just made body armor irrelevant."

"Can a human use one of these?"

"No, these are designed to kind of Mesh with a Terminators arm. But if I get more we might be able to make new ones that we can use."

"How soon can you get them to me?"

"I don't know. It could be a while. For now we will have to make do with standard firearms."

"Alright. I need you to get it out as quickly as possible. We are on a very tight schedule."

"As always. I'll do my best." he replied as he went back to working on the rifle.

John walked away into the rest of the base. He passed a line where a very old tank was being fitted out with modern armor and weapons to get out into the soldiers quarters.

He saw various people either having wounds patched up as well as people trying to fix various pieces of machinery. He stopped to talk to some soldiers who he didn't recognize. He did his best to connect to as many soldiers as he could, he wasn't a professional general but he took as much advice from those who were to be a better leader.

He was talking to someone with a fairly minor flesh wound when someone tapped him on the shoulder. "John, there is someone who needs to talk to you."

He turned around to see Elizabeth Cameron "Who?" he asked as he walked toward one of the communication centers.

Elizabeth looked around for a moment. "I'm afraid I shouldn't say right now."

They walked through various hallways until he got to a room where a number of people with papers, computers, and phones. Gabriel was standing with a phone in his hand and starring at John with a look of complete panic. John grabbed the phone. "Hello, who am I speaking to?"

"This is Gwendolyn Ingolfsson, Am I speaking to John Connor of the American Patriots Movement?"

She seemed to spit out the last three words. John immediately understood the panic the man who had been on the phone before him felt. "Yes this is John Connor. Why are you contacting us Mrs. Ingolfsson."

"We have recently received information as to the location of Skynet's central operating system and intend to shut it down. Will you cooperate with us?"

That didn't sound right at all. From what they had found Skynet had a system core but destroying it wouldn't destroy Skynet, with all the new technology it had it would survive an attack on the core quite easily. "Where did you get this intel?"

"We salvaged it from a destroyed Terminator." from her tone of voice John could tell that she was trying very hard not to insult him. But that was not the only problem. None of his people had been able to extract any intel from destroyed Terminators and they had a few people who had designed the things with them.

"How did you manage that?"

"We used a computer. Will you help us coordinate our strike or not?"

John was very tempted to continue the argument but suddenly sensed a chance to make some gains. "Yes Mrs. Ingolfsson, the movement will assist you."