The soldiers shoved John into a well lit room. There were few people in the room itself. In the center of the room was a set of cubicles where four men were working including a young, black man. It was Danny Dyson.
As John stumbled forward, he felt his left leg give out on him again. He was falling towards the ground when a terminator reached forward and snatched the back of John's jacket. John felt a tug and he was pulled back to his feet.
"Quite wasting time." The Gray snapped as he backhanded John. "Take him over to the desk."
The terminator half carried John towards the desk. It was isolated from the cubicles and from the rest of the room. Once he was tossed into the chair, John was left alone to get a better look at the room as a whole. Behind him was an office. There were at least four Machines in the room guarding the civilians. And then there was the solid steel door to the left. John watched the door for a moment before Danny got up from his chair and walked over to it. He punched in a code and then entered. A moment later he came back out and walked over to John.
"Do you remember me?" John ask.
"Yes. I remember you. You came to my home twice and invaded it. I grew so bitter about what happened to my dad, so scared of the monsters that always followed you around, that I ran. I left my mother. Who would have thought your monsters would have become mine."
Danny sad down a cup of coffee in front of John. He looked at John and then nodded towards the cup. John reached forward and took the mug.
"They forced me to make their AI, John." Danny said. "I was forced to create hundreds of backdoors that would allow the AI to gain access to dozens of systems world wide. It is still in its infancy, but in just a few years, it will have access to everything. You need to do something."
John nodded his head and took a drink from the mug. The warm liquid was a great relief to him from the damp and cold of the facility. Danny smiled slightly and then walked back to his cubicle. John finished his coffee only to find that something was in the bottom of his mug. Glancing around, John fingered the folded paper out of the mug and unfolded it.
John,
Thank heavens you are here. I might have a way to stop the monster I've created. I just need these guys off my back. whatever your planning, hurry.
Glancing around again, John shoved the note into his pockets. He had no sooner done this when two Grays walked over to him. The first one rolled up his sleeves and the second one took a seat on the desk.
