11:48pm
Section One
White Room #1

John Connor sat in the chrome chair. His arms and legs were in the metal restraints. He looked around. It was a small room, the walls were all white.

Then, the titanium door opened with a metallic grating sound. A woman entered and shut the door behind her. She was tall and slender, wearing a black business suit. Her red hair hung down to her shoulders. She said in a professional tone, "Hello. I'm Madeline. John, do you know why you're here?"

John spat, "You better let me out of here, before we get the cops!"

She smirked. "They won't find us. Many have tried. And if you try to escape, we would be forced to take more..unpleasant measures. I don't think you'd want that."

"You know nothing about me, bitch."

Madeline stepped back. She said sternly, "You will refrain from childish vulgarity..or you'll get hurt." She smiled. "And we know *everything* about you, Mr. Connor." She began pacing around him as she talked. "You have a very interesting police record. Vandalism, obstruction of justice, hacking, computer fraud..assisting your mother in the destruction of a computer lab."

"It was for for the future. To stop the-"

"Ah. Yes. Your..'terminators'. We also know of your mother's time spent at Pescadero."

"They're real! That one posed as a cop."

"Officer Austin. He disappeared one night. Then, a look-alike appeared. We believe it was a human clone. Strange, since cloning technology was stilll in the beginning stages."

"Look, lady. It was a terminator. More advanced, a T-1000 made of
liquid metal. A shapeshifter."

"What? Wait..not a T-800? Sarah's rantings, which Dr. Silberman
recorded..they all speak of 800 series cyborgs."

"The 1000 prototype was new. What do you want from me, anyway?"

"Information. We want to know your mother's involvement with the
terrorists in Mexico."

"Gunrunners?"

"Yes. The survivalists. Led by Enrique Salceda. Where are they?"

"Can't tell you. They're our friends. They've done nothing really wrong. They just helped me be a great leader, to fight Skynet. I have to survive or Machines will rule. I must survive Judgememt Day."

"Oh? When is that?"

"The 800 said it would be on August 29, 1997. Around 2:15am."

"This is delusions brought on by your mother. These people are errorists, they threasten the modern world. It's our job to remove terrorists in order to save us."

"If the terminators win, none of us will live."

Madeline crossed her arms. She had heard enough tall tales for now. "You should cooperate."

"I won't."

"Our sources show that there is no evidence of terminator machines or time travel."

"Your sources must be fucked up on crack or something. Maybe you
should check again. I'm not telling you shit." He flipped his middle finger at her.

"I see you have never been taught to be polite, even when in serious trouble. You refuse to cooperate, even if it will spare you some pain. Very well. I'll be back in an hour...perhaps you'll be ready to talk then." She pressed a button on the wall.

The door opened. Two identically dressed people entered, a man and a woman. The Torture Twins.

Madeline said to them, "Sedate him. Wear him down. I want him ready to talk when I return." She walked out and shut the door.