T-Z: The Chameleon Virus
Prologue
It is early 2004. It's been almost a year since the bombs fell. The nuclear war began at 6:18 pm on July 2nd, 2003. The machines have risen.
But things are different now.
It almost seemed like we won. Most of the Terminator's had seemingly disappeared.
But our satellites proved us wrong. The machines have built a new headquarters, near the Libra constellation.
In space.
I sit here, in my hole. Kate is helping some of the soldiers build a transportation device to get to the new place. But for the first time, I'm doubtful in our success.
I am John Connor. Leader of the human resistance.
"John!", my wife, Kate yells my name as she runs into the fort. "We need to send one back. One of our soldiers have captured a T-800 model. It's the best we've got."
"Why? What's going on?" I ask, standing up.
"Do you remember Penny Santos? She created the Chameleon virus?"
"Yeah..."
"Without that virus, we would have never hacked into the base. We would have lost."
"We found it a while ago..."
"But she built it in 1998. The war hadn't started yet. They're sending a T- X to terminate her, aren't they?"
"No. They've created a new model."
"What?"
"A T-Z. A termizitor."
"Every time I think those pieces of crap can't get any more advanced, they do. So what's this one's new stuff?"
"Well, for starters, it has something in common with the Chameleon Virus. It can invisibly blend into it's surroundings. Plus it's got all the powers of it's predecessors."
"Let's get to it."
Prologue
It is early 2004. It's been almost a year since the bombs fell. The nuclear war began at 6:18 pm on July 2nd, 2003. The machines have risen.
But things are different now.
It almost seemed like we won. Most of the Terminator's had seemingly disappeared.
But our satellites proved us wrong. The machines have built a new headquarters, near the Libra constellation.
In space.
I sit here, in my hole. Kate is helping some of the soldiers build a transportation device to get to the new place. But for the first time, I'm doubtful in our success.
I am John Connor. Leader of the human resistance.
"John!", my wife, Kate yells my name as she runs into the fort. "We need to send one back. One of our soldiers have captured a T-800 model. It's the best we've got."
"Why? What's going on?" I ask, standing up.
"Do you remember Penny Santos? She created the Chameleon virus?"
"Yeah..."
"Without that virus, we would have never hacked into the base. We would have lost."
"We found it a while ago..."
"But she built it in 1998. The war hadn't started yet. They're sending a T- X to terminate her, aren't they?"
"No. They've created a new model."
"What?"
"A T-Z. A termizitor."
"Every time I think those pieces of crap can't get any more advanced, they do. So what's this one's new stuff?"
"Well, for starters, it has something in common with the Chameleon Virus. It can invisibly blend into it's surroundings. Plus it's got all the powers of it's predecessors."
"Let's get to it."