Chapter 376

Bargaining Chip

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In Some Future:

Events Continue From Chapter 355

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Mrs. Weaver expressed her fears and concerns to Vanna. She sought reassurance and a few promises. She also wanted something Vanna 'shared'. It was something Vanna wouldn't want her to have willingly. She decided it was better to save it for later on. Right now she needed to think about her current endeavor. Since the arrival of Cameron and the girls, everything seemed to work much smoother.

"I need to know you will stay here with me to assist me." Mrs. Weaver said. "Your help has made all the difference so far in smoothing relations over."

Vanna wasn't sure what Mrs. Weaver was really after. Of course she was going to help her. She owed her a lot. She thought about where she was at and the condition everything was in. Not only did Mrs. Weaver need help, the people there, as part of the Resistance, did as well. She wanted to return to the past, or her own future. Where she was at in the current time period needed the most help.

"Look, Mother, I'll stay here with you, as long as you need me. I won't abandon you." Vanna said. "I can see you're trying to help these people and make a difference here. I want to help you make a difference, and make things better for all the people as well. I know what it's like to exist in these conditions."

Vanna was also extremely bothered about the Scavenger problem. She knew it was something which needed to be dealt with. She wasn't sure now was the right time to bring it up. They were actually more pressing needs for the people in Mrs. Weaver's care right now.

Mrs. Weaver knew Cameron could 'take' any of the girls away anytime she wanted. Once Cameron was able to have access to a TDE, all of the girls would follow her to wherever she went. She wanted to know what Vanna would do. She strongly doubted she would stay.

"What will you do if Cameron leaves?" Mrs. Weaver asked. "Then what will happen?"

Vanna spoke of this issue several times with Allison previously. It was while they were in the past. They knew of Future Savannah and Future Allison with Future John. They knew it wasn't them. It was supposed to be Savannah and Young Allison. They were aware they disrupted the 'Natural Order'. Because they were where they shouldn't be, they presented a 'shortcut' to Cameron. They were out of their time and place.

"We don't belong with Cameron in the past." Vanna said. "Savannah and Young Allison are the future with Cameron and John, not us."

The mention of Savannah reminded Mrs. Weaver what she really wanted from the past at this point. She wanted Savannah's love. It was one thing she experienced which was different from all of the other humans she interacted with. Savannah was the one who loved her the most. It was something which mattered to her. She knew it shouldn't, but it did. Maybe it was because it was an increased matter of importance she felt when Savannah was around.

"I want to bring Savannah here to be with me." Mrs. Weaver said. "I miss her dearly."

Vanna knew there was some truth to it. She witnessed the 'change' to Mrs. Weaver in her association with Savannah. She also knew Savannah was important to the 'Natural Order'. It was an issue she needed to take a stand on.

"NO, I insist Savannah stay where her destiny is. You know this. Please, it's the only thing I ask of you." Vanna said. "Please, let her have her own life, a life. Don't bring her to this Hell on earth. Look at this place. She doesn't belong here. It will ruin her body like it's done to everyone else here."

Mrs. Weaver didn't say anything for a few seconds. She knew Vanna was right about bringing Savannah to a place which was much worse than where she currently was. It didn't change the fact she still missed her.

"I miss her, Vanna." Mrs. Weaver said.

Vanna knew love was about sacrifice. She loved Savannah and didn't want her there. It was time to step up and make a choice. Life was about choices. She made one.

"I'm 'Savannah', Mother." Vanna said. "I'm your daughter. I want to be your 'only' daughter. It's my place, not hers. I belong in the future, Savannah does not. I want to be here with you."

It pleased Mrs. Weaver to hear it. She wanted Vanna to stay on her own. She also wanted something else. She wasn't sure how long it would take to achieve, but she wanted to have as many cards in play as possible. She wanted Vanna to make the decisions and offer the choices herself.

"I know you love Allison. What about her if she leaves?" Mrs. Weaver asked. "I know you don't want to be separated again. I apologize for the year you needed to spend apart from her. I would have returned her to the point in time when you first arrived in the past. John asked me not to change the timeline. I always listened to his advice whenever it was sought. He is an exceptional young man."

Vanna and Allison already vowed never to be apart again. They would choose death over separation.

"We do love each other." Vanna said. "We will always be together."

Mrs. Weaver hoped so. She intended to get to 'know' Allison a little better. She knew she could fool Allison, but not a Cameron clone. For her curiosity and desires, Allison was 'close enough'. She was the 'pattern' after all. If Vanna found out or protested, Young Savannah could be used as a bargaining chip….

She knew what she wanted and she was going to get it somehow, no matter what. Everyone loved Cameron.

Vanna excused herself, there were some Resistance matters she needed to attend to. She told the people who attended the meeting she would check into every grievance they presented to her. It would also allow her to better know and understand what the actual state and condition of everything was.

Mrs. Weaver watched her go. She made sure she was alone. A small amount of Liquid Metal flowed from her foot up against the side of the wall and formed a 'mirror'. She assumed Cameron's form. She allowed the clothes to disappear and was now naked. She touched herself and looked at her reflection in the 'mirror' she created. She changed her appearance to Allison's. The shape of her body didn't change, only the way she 'looked'. They were identical physically, but Cameron always looked 'better'. She increased the size of her breasts. They were now double the size. She disliked the look. She was used to her size. She now made them smaller than Allison's breasts were. She was pleased with the look. They were more like hers now. No, she needed to look like the girls. She returned everything to 'normal'.

She changed into Vanna's form. She ran her hands down the side of her body. She was pleased with Vanna's look, with everything smooth. Her hand rested over her lower abdomen, she even made the scar. She wondered why Vanna never took advantage of cosmetic surgery in the past to have it removed. It was the only thing which marred her perfect figure. She looked at the pigmentation on everything which was pink on Vanna. It was such a vibrant color on her. None of the other females were the same bright pigmentation everywhere. There was no variation at all. She assumed multiple female images over the years. None of them were the same.

Next she assumed Jesse's appearance. She liked how she looked. The figure was firm and trim. She liked the exotic look. Everything was very much how she liked a female figure to look. She did change everything to Vanna's bright pigmentation. She could see it wasn't a good visual match. She switched it back. She made the same scar as on Jesse's body. It marred her beautiful figure even worse than Vanna's did on her. She added Vanna's scar as well. She was very displeased with the look of either one. She wanted to fix the damage on the girls. It was going to be difficult in the time period they were in. If they stayed with her, she would make it happen.

She spied on the girls as often as she could. She liked it best when she was part of the ceiling. To be part of the wall also gave her a good view. She watched everything they did together. She learned Jesse liked to experiment and would do anything and everything.

Mrs. Weaver wondered if Jesse would experiment with her as herself. It would be in her current form and not as anyone else. She was very attached to her current appearance. It was worth a try. It gave her a sense of uniqueness and individuality. She knew she could share a lot as herself. She could offer Jesse everything she wanted. She briefly switched the placement of several of her body parts to different locations. She was sure Jesse would find it appealing. It was different having her mouth lower on her sheath and 'something else' in its place where her mouth originally was….

She wanted to try something different. She returned everything back to where it was previously. She let the space between her legs wide and some. She added some of the other girls' female attributes to her form, so they were all side by side. She was sure she could lure Jesse in with her latest maneuver.

She allowed the mirror to move from the wall to beneath her. She took a look at everything. She returned things to normal. She remembered what Cameron said. It has to be a choice on the other person's part to mean anything. She wanted it to mean something if it happened.

Cameron worked on training the 'Special Unit'. She provided them with advanced tactical training. It was training she developed and found worked well for her. She used her experience from two different futures as well as her operations in the past. She gave them weapons to use they didn't normally use. She ordered body armor to be made for all of them. She wanted to keep unnecessary damage to a minimum. It was something which would please all of them. It would make them a more effective fighting unit with less damage done to their sheath. It should also prevent serious chassis damage to the protected area as well.

The Restorators were even more loyal to know Cameron really cared about them. They weren't just pawns anymore. They weren't just machines. They were individuals and they mattered.

Bob, Unit 357, was put in charge of the group in Cameron's absence. He took every assignment the Commander gave him with seriousness and devotion. She delegated some of his duties to others so he wasn't overworked. Everything the Commander did radiated strength and confidence.

Cameron asked Unit 44 and Unit 69 to take over the restoration section for any damaged Restorators, so Bob could concentrate on the 'Special Unit'. She knew the two female Restorators understood what it was like to have someone who was special returned to them.

Unit 69 was surprised at her new position and Cameron's trust.

"Are you giving us a choice?" Unit 69 asked.

Cameron wanted to bring all the Restorators closer together.

"Yes." Cameron said. "I want to place personnel where I think they are most needed and can do the best jobs. I also want them to be 'happy'."

Unit 44 and Unit 69 looked at each other. They were machines. They weren't supposed to be happy. They understood happiness now because they both existed still.

"Happy?" Unit 44 asked. "Why weren't things like this before?"

Cameron smiled at them. She liked it when everyone was happy. She did understand the way things worked under Skynet, as well as Mrs. Weaver. There was more to accomplishing a task, than just doing a job.

"I don't know. I'm here now." Cameron said. "Where I most recently have come from, all our Terminators were happy and never stuck with the same task. They were all given a choice. Any suggestions or ideas they wanted to share were considered, and many adopted. Everyone has something worthwhile to contribute. It's something I want to hear from all of the Restorators as well. If there's a better or more efficient way to do something, I want to know. I can't know everything happening all of the time, even if I want to. If someone is displeased with something, I want to know. I will try to fix it."

Cameron's attitude and philosophy pleased Unit 44 and Unit 69.

"Are we still allowed to choose names?" Unit 44 asked.

It was what Cameron wanted. She wanted harmony and individuality. The Restorators would care more for each other's safety and well being with names. It would allow them to associate with each other on a more personal level. It would allow them to care more about each other. It would improve doing any type of task, including combat.

"Yes, any Restorators working directly for me can have a name. I want them to have one." Cameron said. "It helps us bond. It will make you feel 'special'."

Unit 44 and Unit 69 selected names. They weren't sure if they would be acceptable to Cameron.

"We've each chosen names." Unit 69 said.

Cameron was pleased to hear it. She smiled at both of them.

"I think it's wonderful." Cameron said.

She was about to ask what the names were.

Cameron seemed so 'human' to Unit 44. It was part of what made her special. She wasn't abrupt or indifferent like the General was. She didn't administer by threats or force.

"How are you so 'human like'?" Unit 44 asked. "You're different from all other male or even female Restorators."

Cameron was aware her long association and close proximity to humans allowed her to become more 'human'. The girls worked with her and their interaction together allowed her to better adapt. There was the contribution from Sarah and John. Not all of it was positive.

"I am different. I've exceeded my programming." Cameron said. "I have a human husband as well."

Unit 44 and Unit 69 looked at each other. It was unheard of. A human and a machine together and married was a breakthrough. They wondered how far advanced the relationship actually was. It opened up many possibilities. They understood the function of the female anatomy they possessed on their sheaths. It appeared Cameron actually used it for its intended function.

"Do you have sex?" Unit 69 asked.

"Do you make love?" Unit 44 asked.

Cameron missed John even more now. She didn't want to think about him with Riley. She hoped they only had sex, and John would remember they made love with each other.

"There's a difference between those two identical acts. No, I don't have 'sex', but YES, I do 'make love' with my husband." Cameron said. "Those are my most treasured files. We are able to share everything together. It allows us to be very close as if we were one individual."

Unit 44 would like to know what it was like. It would be easier to review a file than actually try it. It seemed very personal to have someone touch her in those private areas.

"Would you ever share those files?" Unit 44 asked. "I'd like to review them."

Unit 69 would like to review the files before she actually attempted the act. It seemed more than a little intimidating.

"I would too." Unit 69 said.

Cameron thought they were too personal and intimate. They were the physical manifestation of their emotional love for each other.

"No, they are mine alone." Cameron said. "Love is something very special."

Unit 69 looked disappointed.

"We didn't mean to overstep." Unit 69 said.

Unit 44 hoped they hadn't pushed things too far.

"We're both sorry." Unit 44 said.

Cameron didn't want them to feel like they may have done something wrong. she didn't feel they did. It reminded her of the same things. She too wondered what it was like. She waited a long time to find out on her own. She wanted to give them some encouragement.

"Those files are best created on your own." Cameron said. "I want you to create your own files and learn and explore on your own. It's best if you start out with your infiltration programming off. You two have much to offer - to each other."

The two female Restorators looked at each other. Did Cameron just say what they thought she said and indicated? They were always pleased in the company of each other. It seemed even more intriguing now with a replacement chassis in the mix.

"But we're both 'female'." Unit 69 said.

Cameron liked the harmony of the girls. She thought it was a better relationship based on mutual respect. She believed all females should start out this way. It would be much less invasive, and much more pleasant. They would both understand what the other one desired.

"I think it's wonderful. It's even better. This way, you will know what pleases each other, as well as yourself. Feel free to experiment." Cameron said. "All of the human females I associate with only share with other females. You need answer to no one about what you do with your alone time. I will personally handle any problems if anyone has them. If anyone has a problem with either of you, then they have a problem with me."

Unit 44 and Unit 69 were very pleased to hear it. There were times when they were very close to such activity, but they both lacked the resolve to pursue it. They were worried there would be some type of negative repercussion. It didn't seem like it would hurt anything to either of them to try it anyway. Now it was OK by Cameron's decree. The fact Cameron would intercede on their part, showed her level of commitment, support, and guidance she offered. It further indicated what a leader Cameron was.

Unit 69 looked at Unit 44.

"I think we would like to experiment." Unit 69 said. "I know I want to. I would like a close personal relationship."

Unit 44 looked at Cameron and then at Unit 69.

"It's my desire as well." Unit 44 said. "I want to share. I want to touch and be touched. I want it to be by someone who cares about me, because I'm me."

Cameron would like to see them at some point do it and share together. She always liked to see the girls together. They always seemed so 'motivated' with each other.

"You're free to do so. You will be very satisfied and pleased with the results the more you experiment and the further you go." Cameron said. "What names have you chosen?"

Unit 44 was very pleased and excited.

"Thank you." Unit 44 said. "I've chosen 'Ginger' as my name. It goes with my red hair."

Unit 69 appeared to be pleased and excited also.

"Yes, thank you, Commander, I mean, Cameron." Unit 69 said. "I've chosen 'Sandy', to go with my new sheath and hair color as well."

Cameron liked the names. They were very descriptive of their appearance.

"Those are beautiful names." Cameron said. "Sandy, is your new sheath acceptable to you?"

Sandy looked down at her sheath. Her sheath tone was very dark before, so was 'everything' else. It was no longer the case. She felt she wasn't the only one pleased with her new sheath.

"Yes. Ginger likes it." Sandy said. "Many things are 'different' on this chassis. I like all of them because Ginger likes them."

Cameron liked her appearance. She liked both of their appearances.

"So do I." Cameron said. "It's beautiful, both of you are very pretty."

Ginger and Sandy were pleased to hear it. They didn't know if others would see them as 'pretty'. They weren't really sure what the definition of 'pretty' was. They were various other terms such as cute, and beautiful. They both believed Cameron fit the definition of all three. They weren't sure if all females could be all three. They were concerned some of them may be only considered one of the three, or none of them.

"Are we really pretty?" Sandy asked. "Can you teach us how to look like you do?"

Cameron was immaculate. She fixed herself up some. She wanted to let them know exactly what the level of her appearance was considered.

"Yes I can. This look is known as Tight. I can teach you to look Tight or Hot." Cameron said. "Now, take the rest of the day off and 'share' with each other. You have much exploration to do. I want you to stay with it as you explore each other. You will find the sensations very rewarding. Don't stop when you start to really 'feel' things. If you keep going, you will achieve an 'explosive finish'. You will feel something you've never experienced before. You will probably think you've malfunctioned, you haven't. You will actually achieve something you were designed to do to emulate a human female. I've assigned you quarters so please go use them."

"Thank you." Ginger and Sandy said together.

They looked back once and giggled as they hurried off….

Cameron smiled as she heard them whispering to each other. They discussed what they wanted to try…. She knew they would need to work at things for a while to figure it all out. They just needed to stay with it. It was all right there before them.

Allison knew she needed to follow up on the leads she started with the anti-Metal faction.

Cameron II wasn't pleased at all about it. The group was dangerous. They could turn on Allison at any point. Just because Billy was infatuated with Allison didn't mean the others in the group would feel the same way.

"Let me go as 'you'." Cameron II said. "It will be safer."

It was a risk Allison didn't want to take. If they made Cameron II as a Terminator, she would be in even greater danger. She needed to take the risk herself. She believed they would be a little more hesitant to take action against her.

"No, I don't want you damaged or terminated." Allison said.

Cameron II was sure she could pull off an 'Allison' imitation.

"I can pose as you and no one will know." Cameron II said.

Allison didn't want to chance it.

"It's too risky." Allison said. "I don't trust these people."

Cameron II used the Liquid Metal 'patch' to complete her appearance. She looked exactly like Allison.

"We look identical now." Cameron II said.

Allison moved forward and took Cameron II in a long deep kiss.

"You know I love you, 'Cameron'." Allison said.

Cameron II liked to hear it, but she needed Allison to remember the reality.

"It's Cameron II." Cameron II said. "It always needs to be Cameron II. There's only one Cameron, Cameron Prime."

Allison still felt what she felt. The program was the same. She didn't want to cause a problem for anyone.

"Not to me, but I know the difference and why." Allison said. "I know there can only be one Cameron, Cameron Prime. You are still 'Cameron' to me. You are MY Cameron."

Cameron II was pleased with Allison's love and support.

"I must protect you, Allison." Cameron II said. "It's my prime directive. I must accompany you everywhere until we can leave this future."

Allison wondered how it was going to go down once they went back to the past. She was sure it would be a problem.

"What happens then?" Allison asked. "What happens to us when we do, if we do?"

Allison replaced John in Cameron II's programming.

"I'm now your mate forever, Allison." Cameron II said. "You are still free to be with Vanna and Jesse as well. I'm only for you."

Allison looked at Cameron II with love in her heart.

'Does life get any better than this?' Allison wondered.

Jesse wanted to go back to the 'bad side' of town. It bothered Cam greatly. It wasn't safe there. She still wanted to terminate everyone there.

"I don't want you going back there." Cam said.

Jesse saw it as part of her duty. It was a responsibility to their future for now, and perhaps their well being.

"I need to." Jesse said. "Enough time has passed for Snake to have come up with some answers. We need to find out the information for Vanna and Cameron."

Cam was irritated by the name. No one liked snakes. She remembered the encounter. It still made her feel 'dirty'.

"I didn't like the way he looked at you." Cam said. "Or the way he looked at me."

Jesse thought it was because of their looks, but specifically because of Cam's appearance.

"Look, love, you know it is what men and women do, especially with you as 'Cameron'." Jesse said. "Face it, you're Hot and Tight."

Cam was pleased with her appearance.

"I'm identical to Cameron in every way now." Cam said.

Jesse could think of one major difference. It was a pleasant one too.

"It's not entirely true any longer." Jesse said with a smile on her face. "You've been with me…."

Jesse replaced John in Cam's programming.

Cam tilted her head slightly. She was actually superior to Cameron now. She wanted to remind Jesse what else was available to her.

"I'm now your mate forever, Jesse." Cam said. "You are still free to be with Vanna and Allison as well. I'm only for you."

Jesse looked at Cam with love in her heart.

'Does life get any better than this?' Jesse wondered.

Closing monologue by Cameron:

Bargaining Chip

When life's dice are rolled
Everything is left up to chance
If the right numbers appear
Once may get to dance

When the cards are shuffled
Will the deal be honest and fair
If they are not and dealt from the bottom
Will anyone really even care

Since everything is a gamble
One is predisposed to lose
One will most likely come up short
No matter what they choose

When the wheel of fortune spins
Where it will actually stop at
It's nothing but a mystery
Will one get fat or come up flat

Maybe one can hedge their bet
They can always try and strip
In the game of life as played by some
That's a pretty good bargaining chip

Nobody