Chapter 1498

Give It To Me

John Henry and CamNet looked into all the records since World War One They wanted to check to see if anyone set things up for Skynet to acquire a foothold in the mine. There were a lot of old mines reactivated during The Great War. They went back so far because since Cameron encountered a Terminator who'd ended up with a temporal error in the 'Twenties'.

If things didn't trace back more than a couple of months, there was probably not a lot of development. The longer anyone was at work in the mine, there would be much more to destroy. It would be much harder too. There would most likely be Terminators working on the project as well. There were Terminators with most of the 'Skynets', or its illegitimate offshoots, they'd dealt with several times.

John spotted Jesse by his room with her top open. If it wasn't an invitation, what was?

He wrapped things up and excused himself from the Command Center. He hurried to his room. He saw Jan and waved to her. The door to his room was already open. He went inside and closed it. He didn't want Jan to know what he was up to. The actions by the girls were a bad enough influence on her. His mother previously told him Jan was attracted to females more than once.

John went inside and looked around. He didn't see Jesse. He hoped he hadn't missed her. He should have left sooner and hurried faster. He moved to the bedroom and looked inside. He liked what he saw. She was standing there by the bed.

"Hi." John said.

Jesse turned around and smiled at him. Her full broad lips looked so beautiful to him, along with her eyes.

"Hello." Jesse said. "Do you have some free time?"

John swallowed hard as he took in her open top and the full view of her breasts. They were noticeably smaller than earlier.

Jesse noticed where he looked at. She wanted to offer an explanation.

"They're still bigger than they were before I started nursing." Jesse said. "I'm completely drained right now. They'll be a lot bigger tomorrow morning. I'll let you compare them."

John didn't want Jesse to worry about it, but he hoped she would show him. He thought about asking for a photo now, so he could compare it tomorrow morning. He didn't have the ability, like the Terminators did, to capture and store images. He would need to rely on his memory. He didn't want Jesse to worry about it.

"You're beautiful however you are." John said.

Jesse smiled. She knew John meant it. She actually liked it because he looked at her face most of the time, not the just 'goods'. She remembered how many men never looked at her face, but only at what they wanted to 'use' on her.

John moved up to her.

She thought he was going to touch her breasts or kiss her. He took her in his arms instead and held her as he hugged her. Then he kissed her. She waited for him to touch her exposed breasts but he didn't yet. She thought it was very respectful of him as a person. So far John never treated her like a sex object or someone to take pleasure from. He always treated her with love. Everything he did made her love him more.

"I'd like to be with you." John said.

Jesse looked at him with love in her eyes. John wasn't there to 'take' but to 'share'. She was more than willing to give.

"I'm yours for anything you want." Jesse said.

John wanted to make his position clear.

"I'll only ever do what you want, and what you can derive pleasure from as well." John said. "I'll stop or do something different at any point. Tell me what you want, and when you want it."

Jesse remembered when the first group of men pulled her out of her hiding spot. They ripped her clothes off and held her down. They took turns for a whole day. She didn't think it could get any worse, but it did. They flipped her over and started in again. It pleased her because John would never expect the same thing from her. It didn't mean she wouldn't offer it at some point. She wanted him to have all of her. There was a big difference between what was offered, and what was taken.

She pulled his shirt up and off.

He slipped her top all the way off.

She lifted his hands to her breasts.

They kissed again.

They removed each other's shoes and pants, and then their underwear.

Jesse opened the bed.

John was pleased when she did. It indicated it was what she wanted. There was no coercion on his part. He lifted her up in his arms and placed her on the bed.

She really liked it. Everyone else was all over her while she was still half dressed. They took what they wanted and usually left her high and dry. Well, maybe not so dry. Not John, he was very loving and respectful.

They started out kissing. John worked his way down. She went to reciprocate but he gently held her in place as he continued his downward journey. It was something she always appreciated. She did like to share too.

John was able to get a little out of each side, soon there was nothing. He continued his journey down. He worked on the surrounding area. He moved up and down her inner thighs. It really seemed to excite her. The anticipation raised her arousal level higher than if he'd 'started in' already.

Jesse needed more.

"Take it." Jesse whispered.

John started in. He stayed with it until she made it. The first one was almost immediately. The next one was soon after.

Jesse wanted it all now.

"Take me." Jesse whispered.

John moved up and positioned himself.

She hungrily reached for him and quickly guided him where she wanted him.

John didn't want things to get away from him.

"Easy." John whispered. "There's time for everything."

She sucked in her breath with excitement. She made it again before he even started to move.

They looked into each other's eyes and kissed softly and deeply as John started in.

Jesse couldn't explain it. She made it as often with John as she did with a Metal girl during full Terminator stimulation with heavy sex. This was soft gentle love. It was more rewarding to her. It was the love she wanted. It was love John delivered. What they were doing was the physical manifestation of their love. It was beyond beautiful to her.

Jesse knew John waited for her. She wanted him to finish.

"Go ahead." Jesse whispered in his ear. "Give it to me."

It was all John needed to hear. He'd held back at least half a dozen times to give her the maximum pleasure he could give her.

Jesse held him tighter and wrapped her legs around his back. The kiss stayed soft, slow and deep.

There were many others who'd used her body for their own pleasure. There were others she'd shared sex with. John was the first to truly make love to her. He took her 'love cherry'. It meant everything to her. He was her first and only true love. She knew she would never get this level of feeling and love from any other male. She did get love like this from Savannah and Young Jesse. Claire was good about it too.

Cameron asked her for years to share John's bed and be at his side. She didn't want to intrude. None of the girls did. They didn't want to 'hurt' Cameron. They'd actually hurt Cameron more by not listening to her. It was something they never understood. Surrounded only by machines, John was an assassination target. John's protection meant more to Cameron. It was her primary function.

She was ready to move into John's room right now. She knew it wasn't her place anymore. It belonged to Savannah and Young Allison. It could also belong to Young Jesse. It belonged to the girls who could reproduce and have children with him. It wasn't a place for 'defective' girls from the future who couldn't reproduce on their own.

"Is everything alright?" John asked softly.

Jesse felt tears on her cheeks. Some things still haunted her.

"Yes." Jesse whispered. "I'm honored you will have me and share your love with me."

John touched her cheek and smiled. He knew of her tormented past. It was behind her now. The direction was forward, not backwards.

"I'm honored to share your love, Jesse." John said.

Jesse wanted him to stay there with her forever and hold each other like they were. She knew life needed to move on too. She didn't want to wear out her welcome. She wanted this love, John's love, for her younger self. She wanted Young Jesse to only ever know the touch of a man this way. It was a way few females ever felt all of the time. She would give up her time with John so Young Jesse could have it. Sacrifice was the true test of love and she would sacrifice for both of them.

"Please share with Jesse this way." Jesse said. "I want her to have this love too."

John thought he did. It was deeper with Jesse than it was with Young Jesse. He figured it was the experience, and probably the disappointment others left her with. Young Jesse was still a little nervous, even if she was energetic and wanted to be with him too. He'd only taken Young Jesse's virginity a few days ago.

"I'll do what she wants, when she's comfortable to do it." John said. "I let the female be the 'decider'.

Jesse liked the thoughtfulness John exhibited.

She really wanted to use some of her experience on John.

"Next time I'm going to work on you." Jesse said playfully. "I think dinner will be here soon."

They shared another long deep soft kiss.

"I love you, John." Jesse said.

John looked deep into her eyes.

"I love you too, Jesse." John said.

They quickly made the bed together and headed for the shower.

Claire checked on Summer and Jan. She was a little self conscious of her top now because it fit so snugly.

"When you girls finish up, you can see about getting the commissary set up for dinner." Claire said.

Claire left and headed for Riley's room. She would see how Samantha would like to wear her top.

She passed by the commissary and made sure the tables and counters were clean. She set out some dishes and utensils along with napkins. Everything was all ready for the girls to set things up.

She continued on her way to Riley's room. She passed by John's room. She stopped and went back. Maybe if he was in there, she could knock off a quickie. She was pretty sure John would be able to deliver. It was based on her past experience with him.

Claire carefully opened the door and listened. Two people were in there making love. It must be Jesse and John. She moved up to the doorway and looked in.

She could see Jesse was really into what was happening. She was pleased to see Jesse treated with such love. She would need to come back another time. She left the room and passed by Sarah's room.

Claire knocked softly but there was no answer. She opened the door since it was unlocked and looked inside. She could hear water running. She moved to the bathroom and looked in. She could hear Sarah before she could see her in the steamy shower. She could hear Sarah already finished twice since she'd come into the room. There was labored breathing in the shower. She became a little alarmed.

"Sarah." Claire said softly.

There was no answer.

She heard Sarah finish again.

"Sarah." Claire said

There was no answer.

She heard Sarah finish again.

She knocked on the shower door and opened it a little.

She could see Sarah sitting in the corner pleasuring herself. Her eyes were closed and it looked like it was hard for her to breathe.

"Sarah!" Claire said

There was no answer.

She watched Sarah finish again.

Claire was a little worried right now. No, she wasn't a little worried. She was worried a lot.

Earlier:

Sarah started on her shower.

She couldn't help but pleasure herself once. Then it was twice. She soon found a rhythm and was able to finish every few minutes. She'd slid slowly down the shower wall until she ended up in a sitting position. The water cascaded over her still. She was thoroughly soaked under the stream of warm water. She couldn't stop what she was doing. The finishes came closer together. Soon they were one after another.

The water went off for some reason. It didn't matter she was almost there again. She made it. Her hand was physically moved away from where she wanted it to be. She couldn't move it back.

"Sarah!" A voice said faintly in the distance somewhere.

'Who was Sarah?' She wondered.

Her eyes started to focus. She didn't realize she'd been unable to see earlier.

"Sarah!" The voice said again.

Maybe it was the tenth time she'd heard it. Her hearing started to come back too.

Her mouth moved but no sound came out of it. She'd forgotten how to speak. She realized she could breathe now too. She'd started to forget how to breathe earlier. There was a lot of water before too. It was like she'd tried to breathe underwater for a while.

Her eyes focused on an angel. She looked a little lower and could see the angel's breasts were blue. They looked beautiful blue. Maybe she could get her breasts tattooed the same color. She almost made it again with the thought.

Suddenly there were two faces on the angel. Maybe her eyes needed to focus better. Now she was flying. Maybe she died and crossed to the other side. If this was the other side, it seemed like a nice place. It looked a lot like a place she'd lived once. Right now she couldn't remember when or where it was. It didn't really seem to matter. Did anything matter when you were dead?

One angel made her fly and the other one dabbed at her with a soft cloth. Maybe they were going to put angel clothes on her. What kind of clothes did an angel wear anyway?

Samantha worked on Riley's right breast. She was determined to get production back to where it was before. She hoped to improve it as well. It was something she should've started from day one. Cameron wouldn't allow it.

She heard a voice in her ear. It was Summer.

"Go to Sarah's room immediately." Summer said.

Samantha lifted her head.

"I need to go." Samantha said.

Riley looked like she'd drifted off to sleep and was lost deep in ecstasy.

Samantha made sure her top was closed and hurried out after a quick check on Precious.

She entered Sarah's room and found Claire bent down trying to talk to Sarah. It was clear something was wrong.

"I have her." Samantha said.

Claire was relieved to see Samantha there.

"Thank God." Claire said as she moved out of the way.

Samantha quickly looked Sarah over and determined she hadn't slipped or fallen. She scanned her and detected some very unusual readings. She scooped her up and lifted her out of the shower.

"I want to lay her on the bed." Samantha said.

Claire didn't want to mess the bed up.

"Let me dry her a little bit before we put her on her bed." Claire said.

Claire quickly wiped her down. She put two fresh towels on the bed for Samantha to lay Sarah on.

Sarah's breathing stabilized somewhat. Her eyes still looked a little unfocused.

Claire was up on the bed on one side of Sarah. Samantha was next to her on the other side at the bedside.

Sarah blinked.

"What's going on?" Sarah asked very slowly.

Claire wasn't sure what to say. She could only go by what she'd witnessed. There had been a lot of finishes, one after another.

"I think you may have experienced one finish too many." Claire said.

The more Claire thought about it, she realized it was probably about a hundred too many.

Samantha understood her scan now for what it was. It was the highest state of sexual arousal she'd ever scanned a female at. She checked Sarah out and could see the area was engorged. Based on her earlier interaction with Sarah, everything was about twenty percent larger.

Sarah was back to normal in no time mentally. Claire told her how she found her and was relieved when Samantha arrived. Samantha looked around on Sarah's dresser and found a mirror. She wanted Sarah to see the physical condition of herself.

She was surprised at what she saw.

"That's me?" Sarah asked.

Samantha thought about getting a tether and connect it into a phone. She could show Sarah what she normally looked like. She actually created an image of the two areas 'side by side' and saved it.

"Yes." Samantha said.

Sarah was aware she'd never taken it quite so far before. She felt a little embarrassed.

"I really must have been carried away." Sarah said. "I'm sorry for the trouble."

Samantha and Claire stayed with her for a little bit longer.

Claire thought her top would look better on Samantha.

Sarah was pleased to watch Claire and Samantha exchange tops.

"Look at that!" Sarah said. "I can clearly see your rings. It's like you're topless almost with blue skin."

Samantha looked down at herself and smiled.

They helped her get dressed and made sure she was back to normal.

Earlier:

Jan was going to go back to her room before they set up the commissary for dinner.

"I'll meet you in the commissary in a few minutes." Jan said.

Summer could 'feel' her mother's distress. She touched her head.

Jan noticed.

"Are you OK?" Jan asked.

Summer closed her eyes and amplified her message to Samantha through her com.

"Yes. Can you go back to my room with me?" Summer asked.

Jan didn't think it would be a problem.

"Sure." Jan said. "I'll do anything for you."

It the highly attuned instant, Summer thought Jan and her would develop a much closer relationship if she remained at the base. It would be much sooner than anyone could imagine, including her.

"I'm fine." Summer said. "I just want to show you a few things right now."

Jan smiled and followed Summer out. She wasn't sure Summer was OK. She didn't know Summer was worried about her mother.

Summer didn't want Jan to see her mother in distress, even if it was pleasurable distress.

Cammy led the girls down to the private beach. It looked like they may need to face a few new challenges. They wouldn't be people either.

Cameron led the girls to the F-8 Crusader.

"This was a carrier based aircraft. It was often referred to as the 'Last Gunfighter', or 'Last of the Gunfighters', in the Navy." Cameron said. "Those terms were more accurate in ability, rather than in application."

Young Jesse knew it was based on the technological advances which were oversold at the time.

"It was probably because of a lot of the naval aircraft which came after it, didn't have guns or cannons." Young Jesse said. "At least not for a while I mean."

Camille wanted Young Jesse to know she was on the right track.

"It's exactly right." Camille said. "There were some other considerations as well."

Young Allison noticed something which stuck out in her mind. She'd seen missile rails on wingtips, under the wings, and even under the fuselage. What she looked at now was something very different.

"I can see there are rails for sidewinders." Young Allison said. "I have to say it's different. They're mounted on the side of the fuselage."

Cameron was aware of two different methods which were tried. It prevented the plane from living up to its nickname.

"There were setups for two, and for four sidewinders." Cameron said. "The strange part of it was, only four kills were scored with the cannons in combat. The rest were all from sidewinder kills."

Savannah looked at the construction of the wing.

"I see the wing tips fold, but it looks like the entire wing can move." Savannah said. "It looks like it lifts up."

Cameron understood designers always tried to come up with a new innovation. She wasn't really sure most of them were necessary.

"An unusual feature of the design was the 'variable incidence wing'. It pivoted seven degrees up from the fuselage on takeoff and landing. The feature provided a superior 'angle of attack' to increase the lift." Cameron said. "It was a design seldom used. The variable sweep wing like the F-111 Aardvark, and the F-14 Tomcat next to it, found more favor later on."

Camille pointed out a very similar design which was simplified in a multitude of ways. It was for an attack aircraft. As an attack aircraft, the mission at the time didn't require a supersonic aircraft.

"The Navy and Air Force both used an attack aircraft based on this basic design. It was subsonic." Camille said. "It was the A-7 Corsair II."

Savannah could see it was more of the same. It made her wonder how many other similar aircraft never made it off of the drawing boards of the various aircraft manufacturers. She was willing to bet it was a lot.

"It's the same thing to just modify an existing design with a few changes." Savannah said.

Young Allison was always a little irritated by the reuse of a name from one aircraft to another. She really thought they could do better if they tried.

"It makes me wonder what's with all the 'two' designations with the names? Is it that hard to think of a new name?" Young Allison said. "It seems like it would be pretty simple with a little imagination."

Anna could think of a few examples. On one of them, it was actually used three times for three different aircraft.

"There's the Phantom II, Corsair II, Thunderbolt II, Lightning II…." Anna said. "The F-22 was originally referred to as the Lightning II before they changed it to Raptor. When they got to the F-35, it became the Lightning II again. Go figure."

Ted went to open the F-14 up. He figured there was a specific reason why they would want him to open it.

"I know you'd like to do the 'Maverick' and 'Goose' thing next." Ted said.

Young Jesse looked back at Savannah and Young Allison.

"I feel the need for speed." Young Jesse said.

Young Allison and Savannah high fived each other, up high and down low.

It brought a round of laughter from everyone.

Since they were on the subject of repeat aircraft names, Cameron could add some additional insight about the F-14

"This plane almost was the Tomcat II." Cameron said. "The earlier F-11 Tiger was slated for the name Tomcat. Someone in the Fifties thought it was too 'suggestive' of a name."

Young Jesse was aware where sailors headed as soon as a ship docked.

"Did those same people who thought it was too suggestive know what happens when a ship hits port?" Young Jesse asked. "I think it goes beyond suggestive."

Joe and Ted quickly looked at each other. They really wished the redhead would've said it. Now when they looked at the Asian girl, they couldn't get the image out of their heads, either of them. They knew all too well what she referred to. Her accent was to die for….

The girls all sat in the plane in both positions. It was a big plane compared to the F-8 Crusader on one side and the A-4 Skyhawk on the other side.

"The best feature on this plane was the weapons system for the Phoenix Missile." Camille said. "They could select multiple targets at a very long range. The missile was capable of Mach 5. It's pretty good speed for an aerial missile."

Cameron thought the 20MM M61 Vulcan Gatling Cannon was the best feature. It would allow her to get close and dirty in a dogfight…. She would rather pit ability over technology. She liked to do things 'hands on' when she could.

It pleased her to think how the pilot in the movie thought the same way. When they were planes all over the sky, going in every direction, missiles were unsafe to use. It would rely on the pilot's skill to select a target and bring it down. At the same time, they would need to make sure they weren't acquired by anyone else and suffered the same fate.

She'd studied a lot of reports of aircraft which were brought down in combat by another plane with the use of its guns. It seemed in the majority of the cases, the other pilot never knew they were there until the projectiles began to hit their aircraft. It was what happened when someone wasn't attentive and thought they were safe. She didn't need to remind anyone in the Resistance, no one was ever safe.

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Temporal Mission:

Past Timeline:

November 23 1963

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Young Allison looked out the window of the passenger car at the landscape. It was exactly like it looked before they'd arrived in Del Rio. She figured it was going to look the same until they made the next stop. The miles went by one after another.

Cameron kept track of the time. She knew they would be at the High Bridge in approximately five minutes.

Young Allison looked at the brochure Cameron picked up.

"It says the bridge is almost fourteen hundred feet long." Young Allison said. "It's over a quarter of a mile. It's almost three hundred feet tall from the bottom of the canyon. "

Cameron was aware the actual length was one thousand, three hundred, ninety and a half feet long.

"It was built at the same elevation as the original bridge was. It was quite a feat for when the original bridge was built in 1892." Cameron said.

They heard the room steward make the announcement through the hallway of the sleeping car.

Cameron previously offered to take Young Allison to the lounge car so she could look at both sides as they passed.

Young Allison declined. She said they could just open their bedroom door and see out the window on the other side of the hallway as well as the one in their room. They would avoid having to mingle with the other passengers.

They went over the canyon at a slightly reduced speed. It looked like a really bad place to have a derailment if one were to occur. It was a long way down to the bottom. There wasn't much water in the Pecos River. At the height they were at, it could be deceiving. She didn't know what the actual depth of it was. She certainly didn't want to find out the hard way.

In a few minutes, the landscape around them looked exactly like it did before they crossed over the canyon. It was more of the same. It was all more of the same.

"When's our next stop?" Young Allison asked.

Cameron knew it was a very insignificant location. She didn't see any reason to detrain the next time either.

"It's Sanderson." Cameron said. "There's a ten minute station stop. I don't plan to get off. If you want to, we both can. We'll be there in an hour and a half."

Young Allison didn't think ten minutes was going to do much good for anything as far as getting any exercise in.

They could faintly hear the constant 'clickety clack' of the steel wheels on the steel rails. There was always slight rocking from side to side as well. Both of them were continuous. It made her wonder is any of the passengers ever thought it was going to come off the rails.

"I'm just going to do some calisthenics for a while." Young Allison said. "It'll get my heart rate up and my blood flowing. It will help keep my muscles limber."

Young Allison didn't want to get her dress sweaty. She certainly didn't feel like putting the janitor's clothes back on.

Cameron was a little surprised to watch Young Allison take her dress off. She carefully hung it in the small closet next to the bathroom.

"I'll work out naked." Young Allison said. "It's not like it's anything you haven't seen before."

Cameron smiled. She'd looked at her sheath plenty of times in the mirror. She always wondered what everyone found so fascinating about it. All humans were of the same appearance. The only things which differed were the details. She was pleased the only hair on her body was on her head. Young Allison was the same way. All the females in the Resistance were. It was a wise decision to 'borrow' the laser from a salon years ago.

She wanted to give Young Allison some support. She would also very the pace of the exercises as they were done.

"I will as well." Cameron said.

Cameron quickly removed her dress and hung it up next to Young Allison's.

Young Allison looked at Cameron.

"You really look much more beautiful than I do." Young Allison said.

Cameron tilted her head slightly.

"We share identical DNA." Cameron said. "Your beauty is my beauty."

Young Allison started her calisthenics.

"Let me know fifteen minutes before we reach, whatever the name of the next place is." Young Allison said. "I don't want to give anyone a cheap thrill if they can spot me through the window."

Cameron was never bothered by nudity. The girls from the future weren't either. There was no privacy in the tunnels and bunkers of the Wastelands. The younger versions of them all were a little more reserved. It was just a difference in how they grew up.

She remembered whenever she was out with Vanna, Allison or Jesse, with either Savannah or Young Allison, they were all very protective of the younger girls. It was because of the things which happened to them in their future. There were times when she had to stop them from killing individuals who looked too long at any of the younger girls. Vanna always put herself between Savannah and any male who looked at her. Allison was always quick to pull her Model 66. Jesse was always willing to use her knife. She liked to be up close and personal when she 'disciplined' someone. Sometimes the 'punishment' was a fate worse than death.

Cameron let Young Allison know when they were fifteen minutes away from the next stop at Sanderson. She went and got the small shower ready for Young Allison.

"I'd say we could shower together to save water, but it's a really small shower." Cameron said.

Young Allison thought everything was small in the bathroom. She was just glad there was one. She didn't think she'd like being a coach passenger for nearly two days.

"You can go first." Young Allison said.

Cameron entered the shower and emerged two minutes later.

Young Allison did the same. She took a little longer though. She exited the bathroom to dry off because there was more room. She saw Cameron currently wore the dress she'd worn earlier.

"I wanted to give you some variety." Cameron said.

Young Alison didn't think there was a whole lot of variety. It was a nice thought though.

The train slowed and pulled into the station. They only saw one person get on. They looked like a coach passenger. There was still an extra fare to ride the Sunset Limited over any of the locals or other trains available.

Cameron noted the train pulled out one minute early with the same smooth slow start.

"We can go to the dining car if you'd like." Cameron said. "They'll start serving dinner in approximately five minutes."

Young Allison frowned. She figured it was best to avoid the other passengers.

"I filled out the card." Young Allison said. "The steward already took it."

Young Allison saw there were four main entrees on the menu. There was either a complete meal, or separate entrees and side dishes available.

"I ordered the complete dinner." Young Allison said. "I ordered the baked sugar cured ham. It said it came with something called Madeira sauce. It sounded good.

Cameron tilted her head slightly.

"Madeira sauce is a savory French sauce. It's a demi-glace sauce with the addition of Madeira wine." Cameron said. "What were your other selections?"

Young Allison was familiar with all of the choices.

"I ordered the pitted ripe olives, the heart of lettuce salad with French dressing. I thought about getting the gumbo soup but I didn't." Young Allison said. "I asked for the Chateau potatoes, the hot rolls, and tea."

Cameron knew there was one other feature she got with the complete meal.

"What did you order for dessert?" Cameron asked.

Young Allison looked at Cameron and smiled.

"I ordered your favorite." Young Allison said. "I don't know what flavor it will be."

Cameron knew exactly what it was.

"I'll always try a taste of ice cream." Cameron said. "It is my favorite."

When Cameron tasted food, she tasted the ingredients. She also tasted the combination and proportion of the ingredients as prepared. She was aware the majority of humans all liked ice cream. There were a multitude of flavors. Since she knew it was something considered as 'good', she always tried some because she wanted to try something 'good'. She was sure the nutritional value was questionable. Then again, it did cover one of the dietary food groups, even if it was laced with excessive sugar.

She remembered the time at the Fifties and Sixties diner when Young Allison told her a hamburger covered all the four food groups. There was bread, meat, vegetables, and dairy products.

The food arrived a few minutes later.

Young Allison immediately handed the ice cream and a spoon to Cameron. She watched Cameron try a taste.

"This is very good ice cream." Cameron said. "There are no preservatives in it. It's all natural."

Young Allison allowed Cameron to try a small taste of the other items as well.

Cameron liked to keep a reference of all of the different food items. She'd accumulated quite a database over the years. The majority of food items always set off warnings in her HUD when she tasted them. Some were excessively so compared to others. It seemed the ones which set off the most warnings, were the ones which humans liked to consume.

Young Allison soon finished her meal. Nothing was wasted. It was something she'd learned from the girls from the future. They never wasted food, even when they could. They always told her to order only what she could eat. Allison told her what it was like not to have anything to eat. Sometimes she had to eat garbage. It was better than trying to eat boiled tree bark. She told her Vanna always would get her food at some point. She said Vanna would never eat any. It always bothered her. It made her wonder what Vanna needed to do to get the food.

She knew Savannah would watch over her the same way Vanna always watched over Allison. She planned to do the same.

The room steward collected the empty dishes.

It was already almost dark now.

"When's our next stop?" Young Allison asked.

Cameron knew it wasn't for five more hours.

"It's El Paso." Cameron said. "It's a major border crossing. Juarez is on the other side. There's actually a streetcar which connects the two cities over the International Bridge. We won't go there, or even get off."

Young Allison watched the landscape turn dark. With the light on in the room, they couldn't see anything out at all other than the reflection if the interior of the room. She turned off the light and looked into the darkness. She couldn't see anything at all anyway. She put down the cover on the window.

She wasn't ready to go to bed yet at all. She figured she could work on her proficiency a little bit more.

"I think I'll be able to catch up on my sleep later on." Young Allison said. "Let me see all of the firearms again."

She was a little surprised when she turned around and they were already laid out. She also noted there was a pat of butter from her dinner rolls next to them.

"You can use the butter to lubricate the mechanisms on all of the firearms." Cameron said. "I have everything ready. It may improve their function."

Young Allison proceeded to disassemble and assemble the 1911 and the P-08 several times. She was able to work all seven rounds from the magazine of the 1911 through the gun without a jam. On the P-08, she only needed to slap down the toggle once with every magazine. It wasn't always on the same round either. Sometimes it was the second round, sometimes it was the seventh round. Two times she was able to work all eight rounds through it.

She looked at the Colt Peacemaker. She practiced loading and unloading it.

"I can see why they developed the swing out cylinder." Young Allison said. "Not only is this thing a hassle to reload, it takes a lot of time. There's no way to do it quickly. Well, I guess you could do it faster than any human."

Cameron already practiced several times. Since they didn't have any additional rounds for the firearm it didn't really matter. She found out she could 'fire' the weapon very fast if she needed to. All she needed to do was hold down the trigger and 'fan' the hammer back. She could rotate through all six rounds in just under a second.

She offered to let Young Allison look around the train.

Young Allison declined. She figured Cameron probably would. She hoped Cameron didn't make any excursions to the exterior of the train while it was moving.

"Are you going to look around when I'm asleep?" Young Allison asked.

Cameron thought she might. She didn't really want to leave Young Allison unattended. After what almost happened at the hotel, she was very wary of strangers. The individuals in the sleeping cars should be of a slightly higher class than the men were at the hotel. There were still plenty of deviants in the 'well to do'. They just had a better way of making any 'problems' disappear. It usually involved money.

"I don't think so." Cameron said. "I'll look out the window."

Young Allison wasn't really sure what Cameron would actually look at it.

"What's there to see?" Young Allison asked.

Cameron tilted her head slightly.

"The landscape, it's all different, even if it's the same." Cameron said. "I'll try to spot any wild animals and keep track of the mile markers."

Young Allison figured she would probably actually watch her sleep. She was aware it was something the Terminators all did. It always made her wonder what they thought about as they did it.

Cameron also planned to scan Young Allison and provide her with some 'conditioning' as she slept. It never hurt to whisper information into her ear. It would all have to happen after they left El Paso. It was clear Young Allison wasn't going to go to sleep before then.

"We'll be in El Paso in ten minutes." Cameron said.

Young Allison turned off the light and opened the window cover. She could see there were a lot of structures around where they were at.

They pulled into the station 'on the advertised'.

"It's a very big station." Young Allison said.

Cameron was aware of the history.

"It's a Union Station." Cameron said. "Several other railroads connect with each other here. There's a train which runs from Los Angeles to Chicago. It's called the Golden State. It's a competitor train of Chicago to Los Angeles with the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe, more commonly known as Santa Fe. The Chief, and the Super Chief, parallel the Mother Road. Route 66 followed the Santa Fe mainline closely the entire distance. The railroad was there a long time before there was ever even an automobile, let alone an iconic route."

Cameron continued to relay the information she was aware of.

"The Golden State is operated jointly between the Southern Pacific and the Chicago, Rock Island and Pacific, more commonly known as 'Rock Island'. Next year, the trains will be combined in El Paso to save on money. The cars headed to or from Chicago, will be taken off or put on, the rear. The service will degrade on both trains rapidly. The Santa Fe will maintain a higher standard with the Super Chief. Southern Pacific will eventually only run the Sunset Limited three times a week. It was something Amtrak does as well. Amtrak did try a daily service again for a while, but went back to three days a week."

Young Allison remembered Cameron told her it would be cheaper for Amtrak to buy everyone an airline ticket, instead of using the train. More money would be saved.

Cameron looked over in the direction of Juarez while they sat at the station. She could hear gunfire in the distance. She knew Young Allison wouldn't be able to hear it. The gunfire south of the border would only increase as the years went by. With all of the drug cartels now in control of the southern neighbor, it was like a war zone in Juarez, as well as other cities and municipalities.

The train pulled out of the El Paso Union Station exactly on time. They were in New Mexico in a very short amount of time. The entire passage across the state would be in darkness.

Young Allison stripped off her dress and slept naked again.

Cameron stood and looked out the window into the darkness. The 'clickety clack' noise of the train was an incessant reminder as to where they were at. She watched the mile markers go by. Once Young Alison was asleep, she moved next to her and scanned her. Everything checked out as 'normal'. She began to whisper softly in her ear. There was always more Young Allison could learn.

Whenever it looked like Young Allison might wake up, she quickly resumed her place at the window.

They were across New Mexico within five hours. Young Allison stirred as they crossed over into Arizona.

Give It To Me

It's hard to go through life
Without needing to give an apology
Everything one does matters
There is no such thing as carefree

Not everything one does
Will two always seem to agree
Sometimes two must decide
To agree to disagree

It takes more to get ahead
Than just to look around and sightsee
Cold hard facts remain the same
In the realm of daily reality

There is a major difference
Between an absentee and an escapee
When things go from bad to worse
There is no referee

To open a lock
There must be a key
When you find yours
Give it to me

Nobody