Chapter 320

Crybaby

When Cameron returned to her base, her Terminators already finished repairing each other. The two female Terminators were both patched up as well. They were both now fitted with a neck port.

The two new female Terminators were both naked on work benches. One of them needed one of her lower legs replaced and the second one received a new arm from the elbow down. The sheath tones didn't match. She also showed damage to her torso with some breast and abdomen damage.

Cameron knew Resequencing should take care of that problem. She examined everything about them as she tried to decide which one she would Resequence as her clone and which one would become Summer's clone. She spent a little time examining their private parts. She found it fascinating how different they were from each other and herself.

She made sure everything was ready to go and administered the DNA coding for Resequencing. It was done. In a few weeks there would be another teenage 'Allison' and a teenage 'Summer'. She really looked forward to see how Metal Summer turned out. She'd already calculated age progression and Summer should be beautiful. She believed Summer would be more beautiful than Allison. She was aware it would mean that Summer would be more beautiful than her. She was unsure what name to use. Summer was the logical choice but June, Julia, Augusta, and Vera were all good choices. She liked the name 'Summer'. It was a beautiful name.

Cameron went through their chips three times and removed any helpful information and erased everything else, twice. She then used her spare chip that she had taken back from Cam and copied her program two more times. This would create two more program clones of her with one of them to have her appearance, well, Allison's appearance.

She thought if she liked the 'look' of Metal Summer more that she might take that as her new chassis. Her old chassis could be put into standby until Savannah was older or requested it. John would have to adapt. It was time John accepted that her program was her, not Allison's appearance. She would go by her new name as well, Summer.

Cameron decided if John refused to accept her as 'Summer' that it was time for her to move on. She was tired of being disrespected. That was IF she chose that chassis and new sheath. There were still many choices for John to choose from as a replacement for her. She would not hinder his decision.

John needed to get with the program. It was past time for John to start thinking about the future and stop living in the past. Time waited for nobody.

Cameron needed to go deal with the Gray 'crybaby' and continue the 'Neural Interface'. She was ready to scrap the project and just terminate the crybaby Gray Bitch. She'd almost ripped her tongue out one day when she was crying and begged to be let go. She'd grabbed her tongue and was getting ready to rip it out, literally. She wanted to HURT her. It was her actions in the future that made it so hard for women to have offspring because of the biological warfare she helped unleashed into the Wastelands. There may even be the counterpart of her in the future Jesse and Vanna came from. If there was and it was her, that meant that she was responsible for the termination of Vanna's baby, John's baby. The scans for Jesse didn't look much better. If that also resulted in another termination of John's offspring, she was sure she would terminate her in the same way as she'd done the first test subject. She would be reduced to a pile of waste. She smiled as she thought about it. It gave her immense pleasure to beat 'herself' before.

The termination of John's offspring was a death sentence for this Gray.

Cameron knew she was close to 'losing it' with the test subject, real close. She didn't really even care anymore. Nobody listened to her anyway.

At this point, what difference did it make?

Holly came over and checked on Allison again and scanned her.

Allison rolled her eyes.

"Do you or Hanna need to scan me every fifteen minutes?" Allison asked.

Holly looked confused. Surely Allison must understand….

"Yes." Holly replied. "Is something wrong?"

Allison could see that Holly thought it was 'normal' to do that under the circumstances.

"Oh, brother." Allison said. "I'm sorry I asked."

Holly was a little upset. She wanted to help Allison. She felt her actions were justified.

"Cameron is worried about you. So am I." Holly said. "Cameron cares about you. I care about you."

Now Allison felt bad. She thought she owed Holly an apology about something else too. She didn't regret her actions with Vanna but didn't want to offend Holly either.

"I'm sorry, Holly." Allison said. "I'm also sorry about Vanna. I mean about what happened with us earlier."

Holly stiffened and her hand started to glitch slightly. She hid it from Allison. She didn't need to cause Allison even more stress. She knew what she needed to 'say' even if she didn't fully agree with it.

"Vanna needed you. She suffered a tragic loss." Holly said. "It was the compassionate thing to do. You love each other. I understand you NEED each other."

Allison could see that Holly was still troubled. She wanted to explain herself and her actions.

"I know it hurt you. I know I hurt you, Holly." Allison said. "We were together for so long, we do love each other. I love you as well. It is all so confusing sometimes. I wanted Vanna to know she is loved. We love each other. If it was me, I would want her there to support me and comfort me."

Holly felt she was number 'two' with Allison at best.

"It will all work it out in the end." Holly said. "I know my place now. I will accept that over 'nothing'."

Allison saw it all differently. She'd learned to share her love with others. It was something beautiful, not something 'bad'.

"That's not how it is, Holly." Allison said as she sat on Holly's lap, touched her face and then deeply kissed her. "This is how it is…."

Allison hit play on her player for Holly.

'Baby Likes to Rock It' by 'The Tractors', drifted around the room.

Claire was worried about Allison because of what happened to Vanna. She hovered outside the room as she listened. She was very worried about her daughter. She left as soon as Allison made her move on Holly to share her love. She knew Holly needed 'reassurance'. She would like to give Holly some personal reassurance herself….

She was ready to 'step up'. She would talk to Cameron about it. If Allison experienced 'trouble', she felt that maybe she could 'help'. She was 'productive'. Cameron could do to her as she'd done to Allison. She would ask Cameron to do the procedure herself. She also would be open to try the traditional method of conception. She would give the child to Allison to raise as her own. True it would technically be her 'sibling' but she could raise it as her own child. It was the least a mother could do. She loved Cameron like everyone else. She wondered how to break the news to her husband. Maybe it was best to just tell him the truth or say she was acting as a surrogate for the birth. Either way, sex with Paul would only happen at certain times of the month. In fact, since she'd fallen in love with Cameron, it wasn't really happening at all. She felt she needed to be ready when Cameron was. She would ask Hanna to start monitoring her.

She didn't know that Holly and Hanna were both doing that already. Cameron liked to cover all the bases.

Claire could offer something Cameron needed. It was her healthy productive body. She knew she would do anything for Cameron, as an afterthought she added, and her daughter, Allison.

She would like two things out of it for herself. One was to be with Cameron. The other was to be with John for the conception. She hoped he would be able to 'deliver in bed' since no male was ever able to do that for her. She wanted to share and feel the love. She wanted to be more than a receptacle for others pleasure for once. Just one time is all she wanted. She's always needed to wait until Paul fell asleep and then 'finish' herself.

Claire didn't know that Cameron already planned the same thing.

Cameron even thought as far ahead to replace Claire at the Young residence with an infiltration unit after the 'Neural Interface'. She would be pleased to learn she may have an easier alternative to that problem. She didn't want to terminate Claire before she needed to take Young Allison and Summer from her.

As long as Cameron could keep Judgment Day from happening Young Jesse and Savannah grew older, healthier and stronger. Young Allison and Summer could remain with their mother. Hopefully Allison wouldn't have any problems. She seemed to be the best candidate so far. It made her wonder what happened with Duplicate Allison in River's future. She was also now worried about Future Allison and Future Savannah…. She knew they'd never reproduced before. They should have. Future John was with them long enough….

Cameron noted her hand started to glitch wildly again. This was all so overwhelming and time consuming. There were so many things to control. She decided to deal with the crybaby later and go back and see John instead.

She really didn't know how to make John understand how important everything was. She was afraid she was going to malfunction again.

Cameron wanted that Gray Bitch to - SHUT UP.

She screamed at her to - SHUT UP.

There were too many things to think about.

Bob and Jim took over from Al and Ed. John Henry assigned them a new task. They thanked Al and Ed for their assistance while they went on the operation with Cameron. Now it was time to pick up where they'd left off.

There were two goals for them. One was to track the Coltan. The other was the drug and sex trafficking operation they'd stumbled onto. They'd been able to glean some additional information and leads from the terminated thug's phones. They were aware that if they didn't follow up on the leads that Cameron would. Now that she'd removed all of the Metal girls from combat, she would most likely go alone to deal with the 'problem'. That would probably lead to more damage to her. She saw gangs, drug dealers and sex traffickers as future Scavengers. She wanted to deal with as many of those individuals in the past before they became an even worse problem in the future.

They were closest to the location where they'd taken down the first drug and sex operation. It was quiet as they passed by there.

Jim was a little worried about the captives that they'd freed.

"What do you think happened to the females?" Jim asked.

"I don't know." Bob said.

"Do you think any of them were recaptured?" Jim asked.

Bob knew about some of the operations that Cameron conducted.

"It is most probable that some will be captured again at some point." Bob said.

Jim thought how Al and Ed acted was more efficient.

"Maybe we should have taken them away like Al and Ed did." Jim said.

"That still doesn't mean they wont be recaptured." Bob said.

Jim was still worried that maybe they should have done more.

Bob could see Jim was troubled. He drove around the neighborhood two more times.

"I don't think any of them are still around this location." Bob said.

Bob headed for the second location that Al and Ed took down. It was a crumbled charred mass of rubble.

"This place is toast." Bob said.

Jim looked at the desolation and destruction.

"You can say that again." Jim said.

"This place is toast." Bob said and tried not to smile.

Jim looked quickly at Bob and saw that he was joking.

"Let's see what's happening where they left the truck." Jim said.

Bob drove to the local Mall-Mart. Nothing was spotted around there. There was no sign of the box truck.

"Someone took the bobtail." Jim said.

"They left a tracker on it." Bob said.

Jim checked his phone.

"It doesn't show up." Jim said.

"Someone must have found it." Bob said.

They left the Mall-Mart. Bob looked in his rear view mirror.

"We have a tail." Bob said.

Jim looked in the side view mirror.

"It's a dark sedan." Jim said. "We must have missed someone and they identified us."

Bob wondered about that. Al and Ed dumped the truck, not them.

"I'm not sure about that." Bob said.

The sedan turned off.

Bob cut over on the next street to parallel them. He contacted John Henry for traffic cam information. John Henry was able to pick up the sedan and vectored them in to follow it.

"They're going to turn in your direction." John Henry said. "There's a female in the back with a male. I think they found her hiding near where the truck was parked."

Bob pulled over and waited.

The sedan crossed over the street in front of them. They waited thirty seconds and started out again. They spotted the female in the back seat was crying.

They followed the sedan back to a store front in a row of buildings. The sedan pulled around to the back.

"I bet it's the massage parlor." Jim said.

Bob and Jim were both more 'aware' of their male attributes. Being around the girls all the time raised their 'interest' in females more that it originally did.

"Maybe we can check it out." Bob said.

"Do you mean to get a message?" Jim asked.

"We can do that too." Bob said.

"Maybe we can do a little more." Jim said.

Bob looked over at Jim.

"Maybe we can but not under these conditions." Bob said.

"If someone is forced to do this, it isn't right." Jim said.

"In countries where this is legal, that is a job someone has chosen to do." Bob said. "Where it is illegal, it is most often a job chosen for someone by someone else."

"Drug use plays a big role in that as well." Jim said.

"Let's pay them a visit and see what we can shake loose." Bob said.

The receptionist looked up as Bob and Jim entered the massage parlor.

"We're here for the 'full package'." Bob said.

The receptionist looked around.

"That's five 'C notes'." The receptionist said.

"We want the someone young." Jim said.

"That's five 'C notes' each." The receptionist said.

Bob handed the receptionist ten one hundred dollar bills.

"This one is for you to make sure she's the young." Bob said. "I don't want a thirty year old.

Bob handed the receptionist a additional 'C note'.

The receptionist smiled. Tips were rare.

"Go to the end room." The receptionist said. "It's a new girl too. It's her second day. She's under twenty."

The receptionist buzzed them in through the door into a hall.

There were several rooms with open doors. One was closed. There was a female sitting in the coroner in each one of them. They clearly didn't want to be there.

There was another door off to the side of the last room marked 'No Admittance'.

Bob and Jim conversed in a low decibel tone that only a Terminator could hear.

"I think that is where we need to go." Jim said.

"I want to get the girl out too." Bob said. "We need to get all of them out."

They looked in the end room and there was a younger female in there. It was clear she'd been crying. She tried to smile at them but couldn't do it.

There was bed in the room and a chair.

Bob sat on the chair.

"Come sit on my lap." Bob said.

The female hesitated but came over and did.

"I'll do whatever you want." The female said. "I can be with both of you at the same time too."

Bob pulled the girl close. He whispered in her ear.

"We're here to get you out this place." Bob whispered. "Use your fingers and show me how many guards are here."

The female looked intently at Bob.

She extended three fingers and looked at the wall next to them.

She kissed Bob on the cheek and moved her lips close to his ear.

"They record everything in the rooms to blackmail people later on." The female whispered. "They have my older sister and if I don't do this they will hurt her. They made her watch what happened to me. That was yesterday. She's in the first room."

Jim heard everything. The first room was closed when they went down the hall.

"Let's get started." Jim said.

Bob and Jim made some low decibel plans. They communicated with John Henry. They were ready to act.

"I need to use the restroom." Bob said. "I'll be right back."

Bob stood and moved back to the female.

"Get on the floor three seconds after we leave and stay there." Bob whispered.

"My sister…." The female whispered.

"My friend will go there first." Bob whispered. "The lights will go off at the same time."

Bob and Jim both exited the room. Jim went back down the hall and Bob went to the room marked 'No Admittance'.

The power went off.

It was Showtime.

Crybaby

There are many things
That can cause a heart to ail
None of them really matter
If nobody can hear them wail

The pain is all their own
As they face it all alone
Nobody really cares
As they suffer and moan

People only understand something
When it actually happens to them
Until that unfortunate event occurs
Others they only can condemn

As long as some get what they want
They really don't care about others
They would choose someone new
If they could have their druthers

In the end it all boils down to nothing
Unless they get another chance maybe
Until such an event will occur
They will be seen only as a crybaby

Nobody