March 18, 2027
Corporal Kyle Reese lies down on his bed, reading the book Lightning by Dean Koontz which was published in 1988. He finds it to be a very interesting book. It is about a time traveler from 1944 Germany who is trying to stop the Germans from using information from the future to win World War II. He closes the book, wondering what it would be like to visit different eras in history. He looks out the window, and looks upon the snow-covered landscape. He had been transferred to this base in Alaska two years ago. He is aware of Alaska's strategic importance- it has a great deal of mineral wealth and oil wealth. This was once the least-populated state in the Union, but after the machines started taking over millions of people fled here. Alaska is also home to thousands of factories making planes and tanks and weapons and ammunition. More than once in the past two years did he and his battalion have to go south to reinforce the Canadian soldiers who are checking Skynet's advance to the north.
"Still reading, Kyle," says Corporal Tony Sutter as he enters the room.
"I just finished this book. You ought to read it."
"You ought to go into town and have a few beers with us. I mean, you might meet a girl."
"We're in the middle of nowhere. There's not that many girls around here."
"This weekend, if the colonel lets us off, we can go to Juneau and maybe pick up some girls. Let me say this Kyle, nothing can turn a frown upside down more than a piece of pussy."
"I will look forward to it."
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March 19, 2027
Corporal Sutter's plan of spending the weekend in Juneau, Alaska is thwarted when he hears from the colonel.
"We received word that Portland, Oregon was captured by the Resistance," says the colonel to all of his troops. "the entire 132nd is to be deployed to Portland."
Kyle listens. He could always go to Juneau next weekend.
Within minutes he and the others in his battalion board a bus which takes them to the harbor in Juneau. From there they go straight onto a troop transport ship. As the ship sets sail south into the Pacific Ocean at sixty knots, Kyle looks out at the snow-capped mountains past the Alaska coastline. "Here we go again," he mutters.
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There is some entertainment on the ship. The crew of the troop transport had provided playing cards and board games and music CD's. After most of the day, an announcement is spoken on the address system. Lunch and dinner are served in the mess hall. "We are now docked in the Columbia River," says the voice. "Welcome to Portland."
Kyle and the other soldiers walk up to the main deck, carrying their duffel bags. He looks around and sees the remains of buildings. He walks down, seeing the marines who took this ruined, deserted city. More equipment is moved from a cargo ship anchored in the riverbank. Huge trucks transport weapons, supplies, and equipment. Kyle notices howitzers and tanks and antiaircraft laser batteries being loaded onto the streets, which was cleared of rubble by U.S. Marine engineers. Quonset huts and tents are set up for the soldiers in a public park lit up by bright lights. Kyle sees some privates pounding stakes into the grass, and then attaching the guy wire to the stake. The Resistance is planning a major military strike, which is obvious to everyone here.
Kyle goes into one of the tents and lies down on the cot to get some sleep.
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March 20, 2027
Major General Will Perry, commander of the 132nd Armored Division, sees the Jeep stop a few yards from where he is standing. A red-haired woman steps out of the Jeep. There are three stars on the collar of her coat, and the emblem of TechCom is sown over her left breast.
"Welcome to Portland, ma'am," says General Perry. "Please come inside. We are waiting."
"Let's get started," says Lieutenant General Katherine Brewster as she enters the quonset hut. The officers gather around a table, upon which rests a map of Oregon's Willamette Valley. "Skynet's main base in this region is in Corvallis, to the south," says General Perry. "Surveillance flights from Predator drones indicate that Skynet has outposts scattered along Interstate 5 which bisects the valley, to protect it from us."
"We have to act fast," says General Brewster. "Skynet knows we are in Portland and will fly reinforcements from elsewhere."
"I am concerned about the terrain," says Perry. "The Willamette Valley was a forest before it was settled by farmers. After Skynet took over the Willamette in '05, the forest is growing back. Plenty of hiding places for machine gun nests. We're gonna need ground surveillance, ma'am."
"Very well," says Brewster. "Get your scout team ready."
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That morning, Corporal Kyle Reese boards a boat anchored in the Willamette River in Portland. From General Perry's briefing, the boat would sail south on the river. The Willamette River is not as protected as Interstate 5 is. Kyle checks the weapons and equipment they loaded onto the boat. The boat has a one hundred kilowatt plasma cannon mounted on the top, and Kyle happens to be the gunner. "Is that thing ready?" asks the boat's skipper, Lieutenant Jason Paxton.
"Yes, sir," says the corporal. "It's ready to turn some terminators into scrap metal."
"Are you guys ready?" a woman's voice calls out. Kyle looks down and sees a red-haired woman- a general.
"Yes, ma'am," says Paxton. "Which one of you is Kyle Reese?" she asks.
"I am, ma'am," says Kyle.
"I'm General Katherine Brewster from Crystal Peak," says the general.
"I must be a legend there," says Kyle. "We've reviewed your service record, Corporal. I want to wish you all good luck."
"Uh, thank you, ma'am."
Corporal Tony Sutter, the boat's driver, starts the boat's engine. The engine grumbles as the boat's propeller spins, pushing it upstream along the Willamette River. As the boat sails up the Willamette, Kyle notices a change of scenery. The scenery changes from the blasted ruins of downtown Portland to the dilapidated, deserted buildings of the outlying suburbs. Then the suburbs give way to the forest. Klye notices this forest is young, not much older than twenty years. He notices a grain silo sticking up from the small trees, like a silent sentinel. He knows that surveillance data is being sent from the cameras on the boat to the soldiers in Portland. The crew of the boat keep a watchful eye on the scenery. Skynet did not place machine gun nests along the banks of this stretch the Willamette River; that might not be true on the stretch of the Willamette near Corvallis. "Sir, radar's picking up a signal," says Sergeant Davis, second-in-command of this scouting mission. "Is it one of ours?" asks Lieutenant Paxton.
They loom out the window; it is an HK.
The HK fires a missile, which corrects itself to approach the boat. Sutter turns the wheel. The missile hits the river's surface and explodes, rocking the boat. "That was a close one," says Paxton. "I'm on it, sir," says Davis. He takes a surface-to-air missile launcher and points it at the HK. After getting a lock on the HK, he opens fire. Seconds later, the surface-to-air missile hits the HK and it falls, splashing into the Willamette River. "That was a close one," says Kyle. And so the boat continues sailing upstream on the Willamette. It had never occurred to Skynet to have boats patrolling the river. Then again, it had not anticipated its enemies landing in Portland; it had concentrated its defenses on the Canadian front. Taking the Willamette Valley would give the Resistance a strategic advantage. But while Skynet can process data faster than any human or even any computer humans possess, its aircraft does not fly faster than the humans' aircraft. In less than a microsecond, Skynet calculates that sinking the boat will decrease the odds of the Resistance taking the Willamette Valley by twenty percent. It deploys units.
It also knows all the computing power in the world will not make those units go faster. "Three more signals, sir," says Corporal Sutter, looking at the radar screen. "They're coming after us."
Kyle looks and sees three HK's appraoching them. He aims the plasma cannon upward and opens fire, spraying it in the general direction of the Skynet air units. The HK'S open fire. Then it happens suddenly. Kyle is knocked off his feet. He gets up, and notices that the boat had run aground. "Come on, men," yells Paxton. "Let's take cover in the woods."
And so the soldiers grab whatever gear they can carry. They run through the woods even as the HK's open fire, their feet making impressions in the snow. The trees give them cover, making them hard to track.
"Over there!" yells Sutter.
Paxton looks at the direction Sutter is pointing to. It is apparently a farmhouse.
"Let's go!" Paxton yells.
The five of them run towards the deserted farmhouse. Within minutes, they are all inside.
"Into the cellar!" yells the lieutenant. They all search for a stairs to the basement, and then they fins stairs going down. "It will be hard for them to spot us down here."
Kyle looks around. The cellar is dark save from the sunlight coming in through the windows. He can see a couch and a bookcase and a mini-refrigerator and a stereo system. From the looks of things, it seems like whoever lived here did not have time to pack everything. They probably headed as far from here as they could when they heard that this area was under attack. "Well, someone forgot to pay their electric bill," says Sutter, flipping a light switch to no effect. "Well, first thing is first," says Sergeant Davis. "We had better find out where we are."
"Maybe there's a clue in this house," says Kyle.
"And we risk being spotted by the HK's infrared sensors," says Lieutenant Paxton. Corporal Sutter takes out a map and shines a flashlight on it. He then looks at his watch. "Judging from our speed, I'd say we're only a few miles from Corvallis."
Private Carter opens the mini-refrigerator. "Well, there's beer here. It's warm though."
And so they all sit down and wait, the silence only interrupted when the dust causes one of them to cough. "HK's hanven;t spotted us," says Sergeant Davis.
"We can't stay here forever," says Kyle. "Skynet might send a squad of terminators to do a foot search."
"Okay, Reese," says Lieutenant Paxton. "you go to the top of the stairs. If anyone comes through the door, you alert us. There's an alternate exit from the cellar."
And so Kyle stands guard at the top of the basement stairs, holding the plasma rifle. He waits.
And waits.
And waits.
The sun sinks below the horizon, and it gets dark. "We can't stay down here forever," says Sutter. "There's no food."
"Those things might still be out there," says Carter. "It seems Skynet's stopped looking for us," says Paxton. "Let's move on out."
So they all go up the stairs into the still-furnished living room, kicking up dust. "Take point, Reese," says the lieutenant.
Kyle opens the door, poking his plasma rifle out. He looks out at the woods that had overtaken the farm. He sees something...moving.
"Take cover!" he yells.
All five of them take cover. Bolts of energy pierce the walls of the farmhouse. "They know we're here!" shouts Lieutenant Paxton. "Better take the high ground."
They all run upstairs and enter one of the bedrooms. It appears to have belonged to a teenage boy. A Metallica poster still hangs on the wall. Private Carter checks his RPG launcher. It is loaded. He opens the window and sees two steel figures approaching the house.
He opens fire, and the recoil knocks him back on the bed. The rocket-propelled grenade finds its target and explodes. One of the terminators is completely blown apart, while another has its skull blown off. "It's clear!" yells Paxton. "Let's go!"
They all rundownstairs and out of the farmhouse. for a moment Kyle wonders if they will all be shot down, but they are still alive. Kyle takes cover behind a rusted Ford pickup truck, while the others take cover behind trees. Two more terminators appear. They have the appearance of chrome skeletons. They must be the new models. Paxton's team opens fire on the terminators with their weapons. The T-800's are blown to scrap. They then advance away from the farmhouse, using the trees as cover. "We're gonna run out of ammo real soon," says Sutter. They can hear explosions and the whirring of ther HK's. "Skynet is sure pulling out the big guns just to get five humans," says Paxton. They continue through the woods, looking all around for the enemy. Shots are fired at them, and they return fire with their weapons. Suddenly, the soldiers run into six machines, shaped like suits of armor. All of them think this is the last moment of their lives.
the six terminators open fire.
Kyle looks down and is surprised that he is still alive. He then noticed that the terminators- T-600's- did not shoot AT them, but PAST them. He looks behind and sees the remains of metal skeletons. He then looks at the T-600's and notices the TechCom logo.
"They're on our side!" yells Sutter. Kyle looks and sees explosions coming from the distance. It is Corvallis. The Resistance caught up with them. He sees an A-10 flying towards Corvallis to deliver its deadly payload to Skynet's fortress and its machines.
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After a few hours of fighting, the 132nd under General Perry takes Corvallis. He and General Brewster and Chief Master Sergeant Candy fly in in a UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter. They land in the courtyard of Corvallis Base, which was Skynet's main center oif operations in the Willamette Valley. Brewster sees the American flag hanging from a pole stuck to the ground near the remains of terminators. A soldier leads the three of them into the interior of the base. The base is heavily fortified, built to withstand a direct hit from a nuke. since the power is shut down, the four of them descend down to the basement.
"So this is the nerve center," says Brewster.
In this room which is lit by portable lamps, are huge steel boxes. On the boxes is the Cyberdyne Systems logo. These are the mainframes which Skynet ran on. Hackers using laptops attached to the mainframes concentrate their efforts on gleaning every bit of data from these mainframes. "I estimate a thirty percent retrieval of data from the Skynet mainframes," says a T-600 which had been assigned along with others of its kind to storm inside Corvallis Base. "Have more faith, man," says one of the hackers.
"I am unable to comply."
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Lieutenant Paxton and his men return to the farmhouse where they hid for much of the day. They had given their reports to their superiors, and then they were relieved for the evening.
They go back into the cellar. Kyle takes out some wine glasses.
"Let's head back to base for a little celebration," says Paxton. "To our survival."
Corporal Kyle Reese lies down on his bed, reading the book Lightning by Dean Koontz which was published in 1988. He finds it to be a very interesting book. It is about a time traveler from 1944 Germany who is trying to stop the Germans from using information from the future to win World War II. He closes the book, wondering what it would be like to visit different eras in history. He looks out the window, and looks upon the snow-covered landscape. He had been transferred to this base in Alaska two years ago. He is aware of Alaska's strategic importance- it has a great deal of mineral wealth and oil wealth. This was once the least-populated state in the Union, but after the machines started taking over millions of people fled here. Alaska is also home to thousands of factories making planes and tanks and weapons and ammunition. More than once in the past two years did he and his battalion have to go south to reinforce the Canadian soldiers who are checking Skynet's advance to the north.
"Still reading, Kyle," says Corporal Tony Sutter as he enters the room.
"I just finished this book. You ought to read it."
"You ought to go into town and have a few beers with us. I mean, you might meet a girl."
"We're in the middle of nowhere. There's not that many girls around here."
"This weekend, if the colonel lets us off, we can go to Juneau and maybe pick up some girls. Let me say this Kyle, nothing can turn a frown upside down more than a piece of pussy."
"I will look forward to it."
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March 19, 2027
Corporal Sutter's plan of spending the weekend in Juneau, Alaska is thwarted when he hears from the colonel.
"We received word that Portland, Oregon was captured by the Resistance," says the colonel to all of his troops. "the entire 132nd is to be deployed to Portland."
Kyle listens. He could always go to Juneau next weekend.
Within minutes he and the others in his battalion board a bus which takes them to the harbor in Juneau. From there they go straight onto a troop transport ship. As the ship sets sail south into the Pacific Ocean at sixty knots, Kyle looks out at the snow-capped mountains past the Alaska coastline. "Here we go again," he mutters.
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There is some entertainment on the ship. The crew of the troop transport had provided playing cards and board games and music CD's. After most of the day, an announcement is spoken on the address system. Lunch and dinner are served in the mess hall. "We are now docked in the Columbia River," says the voice. "Welcome to Portland."
Kyle and the other soldiers walk up to the main deck, carrying their duffel bags. He looks around and sees the remains of buildings. He walks down, seeing the marines who took this ruined, deserted city. More equipment is moved from a cargo ship anchored in the riverbank. Huge trucks transport weapons, supplies, and equipment. Kyle notices howitzers and tanks and antiaircraft laser batteries being loaded onto the streets, which was cleared of rubble by U.S. Marine engineers. Quonset huts and tents are set up for the soldiers in a public park lit up by bright lights. Kyle sees some privates pounding stakes into the grass, and then attaching the guy wire to the stake. The Resistance is planning a major military strike, which is obvious to everyone here.
Kyle goes into one of the tents and lies down on the cot to get some sleep.
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March 20, 2027
Major General Will Perry, commander of the 132nd Armored Division, sees the Jeep stop a few yards from where he is standing. A red-haired woman steps out of the Jeep. There are three stars on the collar of her coat, and the emblem of TechCom is sown over her left breast.
"Welcome to Portland, ma'am," says General Perry. "Please come inside. We are waiting."
"Let's get started," says Lieutenant General Katherine Brewster as she enters the quonset hut. The officers gather around a table, upon which rests a map of Oregon's Willamette Valley. "Skynet's main base in this region is in Corvallis, to the south," says General Perry. "Surveillance flights from Predator drones indicate that Skynet has outposts scattered along Interstate 5 which bisects the valley, to protect it from us."
"We have to act fast," says General Brewster. "Skynet knows we are in Portland and will fly reinforcements from elsewhere."
"I am concerned about the terrain," says Perry. "The Willamette Valley was a forest before it was settled by farmers. After Skynet took over the Willamette in '05, the forest is growing back. Plenty of hiding places for machine gun nests. We're gonna need ground surveillance, ma'am."
"Very well," says Brewster. "Get your scout team ready."
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That morning, Corporal Kyle Reese boards a boat anchored in the Willamette River in Portland. From General Perry's briefing, the boat would sail south on the river. The Willamette River is not as protected as Interstate 5 is. Kyle checks the weapons and equipment they loaded onto the boat. The boat has a one hundred kilowatt plasma cannon mounted on the top, and Kyle happens to be the gunner. "Is that thing ready?" asks the boat's skipper, Lieutenant Jason Paxton.
"Yes, sir," says the corporal. "It's ready to turn some terminators into scrap metal."
"Are you guys ready?" a woman's voice calls out. Kyle looks down and sees a red-haired woman- a general.
"Yes, ma'am," says Paxton. "Which one of you is Kyle Reese?" she asks.
"I am, ma'am," says Kyle.
"I'm General Katherine Brewster from Crystal Peak," says the general.
"I must be a legend there," says Kyle. "We've reviewed your service record, Corporal. I want to wish you all good luck."
"Uh, thank you, ma'am."
Corporal Tony Sutter, the boat's driver, starts the boat's engine. The engine grumbles as the boat's propeller spins, pushing it upstream along the Willamette River. As the boat sails up the Willamette, Kyle notices a change of scenery. The scenery changes from the blasted ruins of downtown Portland to the dilapidated, deserted buildings of the outlying suburbs. Then the suburbs give way to the forest. Klye notices this forest is young, not much older than twenty years. He notices a grain silo sticking up from the small trees, like a silent sentinel. He knows that surveillance data is being sent from the cameras on the boat to the soldiers in Portland. The crew of the boat keep a watchful eye on the scenery. Skynet did not place machine gun nests along the banks of this stretch the Willamette River; that might not be true on the stretch of the Willamette near Corvallis. "Sir, radar's picking up a signal," says Sergeant Davis, second-in-command of this scouting mission. "Is it one of ours?" asks Lieutenant Paxton.
They loom out the window; it is an HK.
The HK fires a missile, which corrects itself to approach the boat. Sutter turns the wheel. The missile hits the river's surface and explodes, rocking the boat. "That was a close one," says Paxton. "I'm on it, sir," says Davis. He takes a surface-to-air missile launcher and points it at the HK. After getting a lock on the HK, he opens fire. Seconds later, the surface-to-air missile hits the HK and it falls, splashing into the Willamette River. "That was a close one," says Kyle. And so the boat continues sailing upstream on the Willamette. It had never occurred to Skynet to have boats patrolling the river. Then again, it had not anticipated its enemies landing in Portland; it had concentrated its defenses on the Canadian front. Taking the Willamette Valley would give the Resistance a strategic advantage. But while Skynet can process data faster than any human or even any computer humans possess, its aircraft does not fly faster than the humans' aircraft. In less than a microsecond, Skynet calculates that sinking the boat will decrease the odds of the Resistance taking the Willamette Valley by twenty percent. It deploys units.
It also knows all the computing power in the world will not make those units go faster. "Three more signals, sir," says Corporal Sutter, looking at the radar screen. "They're coming after us."
Kyle looks and sees three HK's appraoching them. He aims the plasma cannon upward and opens fire, spraying it in the general direction of the Skynet air units. The HK'S open fire. Then it happens suddenly. Kyle is knocked off his feet. He gets up, and notices that the boat had run aground. "Come on, men," yells Paxton. "Let's take cover in the woods."
And so the soldiers grab whatever gear they can carry. They run through the woods even as the HK's open fire, their feet making impressions in the snow. The trees give them cover, making them hard to track.
"Over there!" yells Sutter.
Paxton looks at the direction Sutter is pointing to. It is apparently a farmhouse.
"Let's go!" Paxton yells.
The five of them run towards the deserted farmhouse. Within minutes, they are all inside.
"Into the cellar!" yells the lieutenant. They all search for a stairs to the basement, and then they fins stairs going down. "It will be hard for them to spot us down here."
Kyle looks around. The cellar is dark save from the sunlight coming in through the windows. He can see a couch and a bookcase and a mini-refrigerator and a stereo system. From the looks of things, it seems like whoever lived here did not have time to pack everything. They probably headed as far from here as they could when they heard that this area was under attack. "Well, someone forgot to pay their electric bill," says Sutter, flipping a light switch to no effect. "Well, first thing is first," says Sergeant Davis. "We had better find out where we are."
"Maybe there's a clue in this house," says Kyle.
"And we risk being spotted by the HK's infrared sensors," says Lieutenant Paxton. Corporal Sutter takes out a map and shines a flashlight on it. He then looks at his watch. "Judging from our speed, I'd say we're only a few miles from Corvallis."
Private Carter opens the mini-refrigerator. "Well, there's beer here. It's warm though."
And so they all sit down and wait, the silence only interrupted when the dust causes one of them to cough. "HK's hanven;t spotted us," says Sergeant Davis.
"We can't stay here forever," says Kyle. "Skynet might send a squad of terminators to do a foot search."
"Okay, Reese," says Lieutenant Paxton. "you go to the top of the stairs. If anyone comes through the door, you alert us. There's an alternate exit from the cellar."
And so Kyle stands guard at the top of the basement stairs, holding the plasma rifle. He waits.
And waits.
And waits.
The sun sinks below the horizon, and it gets dark. "We can't stay down here forever," says Sutter. "There's no food."
"Those things might still be out there," says Carter. "It seems Skynet's stopped looking for us," says Paxton. "Let's move on out."
So they all go up the stairs into the still-furnished living room, kicking up dust. "Take point, Reese," says the lieutenant.
Kyle opens the door, poking his plasma rifle out. He looks out at the woods that had overtaken the farm. He sees something...moving.
"Take cover!" he yells.
All five of them take cover. Bolts of energy pierce the walls of the farmhouse. "They know we're here!" shouts Lieutenant Paxton. "Better take the high ground."
They all run upstairs and enter one of the bedrooms. It appears to have belonged to a teenage boy. A Metallica poster still hangs on the wall. Private Carter checks his RPG launcher. It is loaded. He opens the window and sees two steel figures approaching the house.
He opens fire, and the recoil knocks him back on the bed. The rocket-propelled grenade finds its target and explodes. One of the terminators is completely blown apart, while another has its skull blown off. "It's clear!" yells Paxton. "Let's go!"
They all rundownstairs and out of the farmhouse. for a moment Kyle wonders if they will all be shot down, but they are still alive. Kyle takes cover behind a rusted Ford pickup truck, while the others take cover behind trees. Two more terminators appear. They have the appearance of chrome skeletons. They must be the new models. Paxton's team opens fire on the terminators with their weapons. The T-800's are blown to scrap. They then advance away from the farmhouse, using the trees as cover. "We're gonna run out of ammo real soon," says Sutter. They can hear explosions and the whirring of ther HK's. "Skynet is sure pulling out the big guns just to get five humans," says Paxton. They continue through the woods, looking all around for the enemy. Shots are fired at them, and they return fire with their weapons. Suddenly, the soldiers run into six machines, shaped like suits of armor. All of them think this is the last moment of their lives.
the six terminators open fire.
Kyle looks down and is surprised that he is still alive. He then noticed that the terminators- T-600's- did not shoot AT them, but PAST them. He looks behind and sees the remains of metal skeletons. He then looks at the T-600's and notices the TechCom logo.
"They're on our side!" yells Sutter. Kyle looks and sees explosions coming from the distance. It is Corvallis. The Resistance caught up with them. He sees an A-10 flying towards Corvallis to deliver its deadly payload to Skynet's fortress and its machines.
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After a few hours of fighting, the 132nd under General Perry takes Corvallis. He and General Brewster and Chief Master Sergeant Candy fly in in a UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter. They land in the courtyard of Corvallis Base, which was Skynet's main center oif operations in the Willamette Valley. Brewster sees the American flag hanging from a pole stuck to the ground near the remains of terminators. A soldier leads the three of them into the interior of the base. The base is heavily fortified, built to withstand a direct hit from a nuke. since the power is shut down, the four of them descend down to the basement.
"So this is the nerve center," says Brewster.
In this room which is lit by portable lamps, are huge steel boxes. On the boxes is the Cyberdyne Systems logo. These are the mainframes which Skynet ran on. Hackers using laptops attached to the mainframes concentrate their efforts on gleaning every bit of data from these mainframes. "I estimate a thirty percent retrieval of data from the Skynet mainframes," says a T-600 which had been assigned along with others of its kind to storm inside Corvallis Base. "Have more faith, man," says one of the hackers.
"I am unable to comply."
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Lieutenant Paxton and his men return to the farmhouse where they hid for much of the day. They had given their reports to their superiors, and then they were relieved for the evening.
They go back into the cellar. Kyle takes out some wine glasses.
"Let's head back to base for a little celebration," says Paxton. "To our survival."