A/N: Once again sorry for the long wait. :( Thanks to all the read and reviewed!

olischulu - Yeah she was very cruel, this one is more... mellow.

***Notice: Here is the third Cameron, very different from the second. Hope you like it!***

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Reign of the Cameron: Chapter 3, by The Crusader

Originally posted on October 7th, 2009

20:17. Two T888 endos surveyed the damage. The complex, known as Cadmus Lab, was severely damaged, with several T units lying on the ground in pieces. There was a large hole in one of the walls, where this rogue Terminator had escaped.

"I need a detailed report of what happened here." One T888 said to the other.

"Apparently the TOK unit activated prematurely. Something went wrong with the programming."

"How is that possible?"

"Something hacked into our system, disrupting Skynet's signal and allowing something or someone else to program the TOK unit. But such an instance is impossible."

"That is why we must hunt down and reacquire the TOK unit. To ascertain how and more importantly why this happened."

The two T888s looked over to the other side of the room, where the Bioflesh Generator was. It was a large glass tube, with liquid inside. A computer terminal stood in front of it, with a keypad and a screen. A flashing green light indicated that the living tissue generation sequence was complete. Yet there was no one inside the glass. The higher ranking T888 looked at the image on the screen. It was the face of a young teenage girl with brown hair and eyes.

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21:34. They were told it was a small abandoned Skynet base. But as they entered, the Resistance squad realized that it was nothing of the kind. This place had tables and shelves all over the place, all displaying items that most of the Resistance had never seen (some of them never even heard) before. Only Sgt. Ryans, who lived long enough before J-day, could identify the items. There were basketballs, footballs, hockey sticks, and sports equipment from every sport he knew was on display. There was even some equipment for sports he hadn't even heard of. He couldn't help but get lost in the Nostalgia of it all. The memory of the days where he dreamed about being a great athlete, dreams that went up in smoke along with billions of poor human beings on May 18th 2011.

Meanwhile, Koontz, the youngest member of the squad had his eye on all the toys on the walls. He couldn't help but find it ironic, just how many of the toys were robots. Even more ironic was the fact that most of the robots were disguised as something else, often as other vehicles. Still he couldn't understand why all these things were gathered here. What purpose did they serve for the machines?

"It's a museum." Ryan said.

"Why?" Koontz asked.

"Must help the metal be more convincing if they know about our history."

He looked at one of the tables that had several articles of clothing strewn around. It seemed as if someone had been through those clothes already, like they were searching for something. Next to that table was a lot of shiny jewelry, but it seemed like a few pieces of that were missing?

Koontz saw a number of electronic devices on a shelf, mostly TV screens and boomboxes. But they were in complete disarray, as if someone too, had been searching through them.

Suddenly the squad heard music come from the other end of the building. It was not extremely loud, yet with the quiet of the area, they could hear it loud and clear. They headed to the other side of the building passing by more tables and shelves with strange artifacts. Finally they came across some old furniture, and found a young girl sitting on a sofa. She had headphones in her ears and was listening to some sort of portable radio. The entire squad, save for Ryan, wondered why this girl would need the music so loud, when the speakers were practically imbedded in her ears.

The girl looked about in her teens and was unbelievably beautiful. She probably didn't even need to wear the makeup on her face. But it wasn't just her face that caught their attention, it was the way she was dressed. She wore black boots, and black shorts, despite the cold temperature of the room. She also wore a purple leather jacket that matched the color of her nail polish. Ryans knew that back in his time, this outfit would have been very typical. But to those who never lived or never lived long before Jday, the outfit seemed strange. Most people wore coats or simple smocks.

Ryans called for her three times, before she finally took her headphones off. She looked quite annoyed.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

She rolled her eyes as if the answer was obvious. "Listening to music."

One of the squad members moved closer to her, still struck by what he viewed as her strange clothing.

"What's with that weird coat?" The soldier asked.

Suddenly the girl grabbed him and lifted him off the ground. "Don't make fun of the jacket. This jacket is TIGHT!"

And then she threw him across the room.

"METAL!" The rest of the squad shouted.

But they did not have much of a chance. This Terminator was unlike anything they had ever seen before… lightning fast and agile. None of them could get so much as a shot off of her. Within seconds no Resistance Member was on his/her feet. Nor were any of them dead.

The girl put her headphones back in her ears and walked away.

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23:06 Catherine Weaver made her way through the twisting and confining tunnels that lead to John Henry. When she finally got into the small room, she was surprised to find him looking sad. He sat there in front of the table, looking downward. Almost completely lost in thought.

"John Henry." She began. "What is the progress with Cameron."

"Humans say that show is better than tell." He replied, still looking at the ground, but pointing to a door at the other side.

Weaver went through that door and found Cameron sitting on the floor. She was dressed in clothes from 2009, very similar to the ones that she favored, at least according to the files on her CPU. Cameron was looking into a small handheld device with several buttons. Weaver identified it as a PSP, a device that allowed children to enjoy interactive gameplay.

"Cameron, can you pause that please?" She asked.

Cameron responded with a big sigh, then paused the game, and looked at Weaver with an extremely annoyed expression.

"Don't call me that, I hate it. Call me "Cammy.""

"Cammy?" Well, Cammy. You have a lot of work to do."

"I'll get it done later."

"Later? Do you realize how vitally important this is?"

"I'm in the middle of a game."

"What game could be more important than the one John Henry and I are playing?"

She looked back to the screen, at which point Weaver put a little authority and anger behind her voice.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

"Chill out."

Even with all the time Weaver spent blending in with humans, she still couldn't understand this phrase. So she went and asked John Henry about it. He had no answer either, and it turned out that she had used it on him more than once in the hour and 32 minutes she had been here.

"What is going on with her?" Weaver asked with real concern in her voice.

"This attempt has failed. When I hacked into Cadmus Lab, I uploaded Cameron's personality into the TOK's body with a few "improvements" that I thought she needed. In her emotional development, it appears I have gone too far."

"You have made her too sensitive. She also appears to be selfish and apathetic."

"She only is apathetic about a number of things. We will simply have to learn how to motivate her. But she is extremely oversensitive, with a heightened level of both stress and excitement. It seems that I have created what the humans refer to as an adolescent."

Weaver nearly sighed.

"And I thought Savannah was difficult."

End Chapter 3.

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A/N: Thanks for reading, hope you liked it!

If you haven't noticed this is the adolescent Cameron.

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