Chapter 719
Just Me
It was very concerning to John Henry there were Skynet operatives who could still pull off a juggling act under his nose. He was aware they did it to CamNet as well. They didn't use the world wide computer system, but did the changes on the local level at the railroad yards. Skynet learned whenever it was on the internet, it was tracked down and eliminated. They didn't know if it was a Terminator making the changes, or Grays. Either way they were a threat and needed to be hunted down. As long as there were any Skynet operatives out there, it could lead to some type of attack whether it was directed at the supercomputers, or at any of their physical locations.
What they found increasingly over the years were the number of 'Contract Grays' who worked with the Skynet forces, whether they were Grays from the future or Skynet Terminators. Often the new recruits didn't know exactly who they work for, or what the end game was, but they could still tell what they were doing and knew most of it was illegal. If they couldn't be considered Grays based upon what they knew and still did it, they were certainly future Scavengers in the making. They were collaborators and would be treated the same way the enemy was treated.
John Henry waited for one of the team members to arrive at the railroad yard. He soon received the news he wanted to hear. It was good news. Bob was at the big classification yard in Colton. He infiltrated down into the 'bowl' of the 'hump yard'. It took him some time to find where the boxcars actually were. There were hundreds on the yard tracks in very close proximity to each other.
"I have some news. I hope it's good news." John Henry said. "Bob has eyes on the boxcars."
John sat up in his chair. Maybe they could get some answers now. He really wanted to know what was in those boxcars. He also began to wonder how big of a threat they were to the Resistance team at this point.
"When did he get there?" John asked.
John Henry waited until Bob had eyes on the target before he notified John. He didn't want to end up with another false positive like they were played with the electronic trackers. It made him wonder if when they physically changed the reporting marks on the boxcars, if they ever put those same numbers on another boxcar. None of them showed up if they did. It would be something he would need to be on the lookout for going forward. He would like to see if those identifying marks appeared somewhere else in the nation, all of a sudden.
"It was a few minutes ago." John Henry said. "He's inside the 'bowl'."
John didn't know a whole lot about rail yards. There were trains arriving. There were trains departing. He knew they were big and they switched cars around to different trains so they could go to the proper destination. Exactly how it was done, or who kept track of it to make the decisions, was unknown to him. He was also unfamiliar with the phraseology. A bowl to him was something a person ate out of.
"What's the 'bowl'?" John asked.
John Henry wanted to keep his answers simple. There were a lot of terms. Some things could get very complex if the details were to be explained completely.
"It's basically a gravity controlled classification yard." John Henry said. "The rail cars are backed over an incline, or 'hump', and uncoupled. They can be single cars or blocks of them. They roll down the incline under their own weight with the force of gravity. They then are sent through a series of tracks with 'retarders' to slow the cars for coupling into new trains for different destinations. The car number is entered into the computer system with its origination and destination. There is also an electronic identification tag on each of the rail cars with the same information. The car number is scanned, along with the electronic identification tag as it goes over the hump and then it's directed to the proper track to make up the train for its next destination. It's really quite simple."
John thought it sounded simple enough. He still wondered how the retarders worked, and how the track was selected where they would go. It didn't really matter for their purpose. He realized they went through the same process several times already. The boxcars were now in a specific fixed location.
"I think they're playing with us." John said. "Bob?"
Bob breached the limited railroad security. He was inside the 'bowl' where the trains were made up.
"I'm here, John." Bob said. "I have the targets in view."
John didn't like the layout or limited options.
"Do you see any Terminators or Grays around?" John asked.
Bob checked the area twice before he moved down.
"Negative…." Bob said.
John didn't like the spot Bob was in. Other rail cars around him could be the real threat. There could be another rail car rigged to explode if Skynet detected someone attempted to look inside the boxcars.
"Open both boxcars and see what is inside. Make sure the door isn't booby trapped." John said. "Make sure there are no tank cars with flammable liquids or explosive fertilizer around it as well. This whole thing reeks of a Skynet trap."
Bob didn't answer for a few seconds.
"Hold on, I have to hook up the airlines on some rail cars." Bob said. "I've taken over for the railroad worker. I need to make sure no one comes to see why it wasn't done."
John wondered where the railroad switch-men were at. He hoped Bob didn't terminate a railroad worker to replace him. He was still a little curious. He didn't want to be responsible for any unnecessary deaths in his zeal to get his hands on the boxcars and their cargo.
"Do I want to know what happened to the worker?" John asked.
Bob put the worker to 'sleep' for a short time.
"No." Bob said. "He'll recover. He's probably going to have a headache."
John hoped it didn't cause an investigation.
"Use caution." John said.
There was a minute pause.
Bob carefully made his way to the two boxcars. He tried to make it look like he was on the job. He went to open the boxcar door. It didn't move once the latch was released. He was a little surprised at what he found. He could force it. Before he did, he wanted the Command Center to know what he discovered.
"I'm at the first boxcar now." Bob said. "The door is welded shut. There are just a couple of spot welds to prevent anyone from opening the door."
John didn't think it was a good omen.
"Be careful." John said.
A short time later Bob was at the next boxcar.
"The second one is welded as well." Bob said.
John didn't want Bob to lose focus.
"Keep checking around you." John said. "Skynet knows someone will go there to check on them at some point."
Bob received a transmission over his 'borrowed' railroad radio. He needed to do some work.
"I need to make some more 'glad hand' connections. Those are the connectors on the ends of the air hose." Bob said. "I'll move around to the other side of the boxcars and check them."
John wondered how exposed Bob was.
"Who else is around you?" John asked.
Bob knew the workers were assigned specific areas. They could be directed to go to other tracks.
"There are a few others doing what I am." Bob said. "They're spread out. If we see each other it's at a distance. There are freight cars rolling down the incline all of the time going to different tracks."
John experienced some trouble hearing Bob speak. There were a series of loud 'clang' noises every now and then. He thought it was the rail cars rolling down the hump and connecting with the rest of the cars on the track they were directed to. There was a new sound. There was a loud deep 'static noise' which was picked up through his com.
"What's the throaty rumble?" John asked.
Bob couldn't see the locomotive, but he knew where it was at.
"It's the 'trim switcher'. It's two tracks over. It's been sent to retrieve a rail car which was miss-classified." Bob said.
John wondered how Bob knew what was happening. He couldn't see much.
"How can you tell?" John asked.
Bob needed to do a 'job' as well.
"I have the switch-man's radio." Bob said. "I'm working. I need to make sure the trains which are being made up aren't delayed."
As Bob came around the other side of the row of rail cars, he saw one of the cars he was to hook the air line up on was a foot short of coupling to the car ahead of it. He should call for the switcher to come and give it a shove. He didn't want anyone else to be in his vicinity.
He looked around and shoved on the rail car. It rolled forward and coupled. He hooked up the airline.
Bob moved to the two boxcars they wanted to check. He wasn't sure he liked what he saw. Someone gave him a 'forced choice'. If they wanted a door to be opened, it was a specific one.
"The door isn't welded shut on this side." Bob said. "I don't like it."
John smelled a rat. It was clear they wanted someone to open the door on the side Bob was on.
"Be careful." John said. "It seems like a set up."
Bob started to open the boxcar door.
John and John Henry heard the boxcar door squeak open.
Bob didn't like what he found or in this case didn't find.
"Beautiful…." Bob said.
John smiled to himself. It was a term he used often for when something was off or wrong.
"Nice slang usage." John said. "It can't be good."
Bob hadn't really thought about the comment before he made it. It just seemed like the appropriate response, based upon the situation. It was the least vulgar of the choices which appeared in his HUD based on the circumstances.
"Affirmative…." Bob said.
John waited for a little more information. There seemed to be a long pause.
"Well?" John asked. "What's the story?"
Bob did a quick look around him as well as under the surrounding rail cars. He didn't spot anyone.
"The boxcar is empty." Bob said. "Let me check the other one."
'Damn.' John thought.
He knew they really got played. When the trackers were placed, it was verified both boxcars were loaded based upon their weight. The Terminator pushed up on the bottom of it slightly and determined it was extremely heavy. They visually could see things being loaded as well as hear it. There was no doubt the boxcars once contained a load. More than likely the next boxcar would be the same.
"Be careful." John said. "There's probably a bomb in the other one. There could be an HK drone waiting to shoot at whoever opened the door, and then fly out."
Thirty seconds later Bob delivered more bad news.
"The door is wired." Bob said. "It looks like it's a booby trap."
John was worried about how else it could be set off.
"It could be command detonated." John said.
Bob already considered the possibility. He took another look around to make sure he didn't spot anyone before he proceeded. He looked over the bomb through the small gap in the door. It wasn't sophisticated at all. He disconnected the trigger mechanism.
"No. It's a booby trap." Bob said. "I've disarmed it."
John and John Henry heard the second door squeal open the rest of the way.
Bob stuck his head inside and looked at both ends of the boxcar interior. There was nothing inside.
"It's empty." Bob said. "They played us."
John wasn't happy. They lost the contents of two boxcars full of HK equipment. It was a serious threat. It could be responsible for terminating someone in their group now if they encountered it in a hostile situation.
John Henry was even unhappier. He didn't usually get played like this.
Skynet played them good, and left a booby trap for them. They managed to unload the two boxcars along the way at some point. Not only did the Skynet forces pull it off, they did it right under their noses. Right now they didn't have a clue as to where the event actually occurred. Hopefully they would be able to do some backtracking at every point the trains they were on stopped, even if it was a momentary stop to let another train pass. The boxcars would have needed to be stopped for some time to be unloaded. It didn't happen while they were moving.
Savannah and Cameron were both very quiet on the way back to her base. They both ran scenarios of what happened, what could happen, and how to remedy the situation. None of the choices seemed good to either of them. Things weren't going to end well for 'someone'. It appeared the 'someone' would be CamNet.
When Savannah and Cameron arrived back at Cameron's base, Cammy and Sheila were back.
Cammy took a moment to just look at Savannah before she approached her.
Savannah went to Cammy. She gave her a close, tight hug, and a deep kiss.
Sheila looked on with hungry eyes.
"I'll take one of those." Sheila said.
Savannah was all for it, but she didn't want to be rude in front of Cammy. She looked at Cammy.
Cammy nodded to Savannah. She didn't think there were any secrets between Sheila and her at this point. They spent a lot of time with each other, alone.
"It's OK." Cammy said. "We just spent eight years together in the past…."
Savannah wondered what it meant. Eight years was longer than Cammy and her were together. She went to Sheila. She gave her a hug and a small kiss.
Sheila looked over at Cammy and smiled. She knew everything would eventually come out about what occurred.
"Things happen when you're alone for a long time with one person." Sheila said. "Plus, I'm pretty persistent."
Savannah knew they both indicated what they did for all time they spent with each other. She appreciated the directness and the honesty. She knew eight years was a long time. A lot could happen. It meant they either hated each other now, or loved each other. It appeared to be the latter.
"Do you both want to tell me about it, or show me?" Savannah asked.
Cammy glanced at Sheila, who smiled, and then back at Savannah.
"You decide." Cammy said. "We're both good to go with whatever you want."
Savannah could see Cameron was uncomfortable with the conversation.
Cameron was glad they were both back. She would need to find out what the delay was about. She wanted to get things resolved. She focused her attention on Savannah.
"Do you wish to share with Cammy first, or continue with your original mission?" Cameron asked.
Savannah needed to put her personal desires aside. There was a much more important issue which needed to be resolved. She knew it would be a problem for both CamNet and Cameron. She glanced at a security monitor.
"I want to finish my mission first." Savannah said.
Sheila was ready for a 'three way'. It was clear it wasn't going to happen right now.
"It sounds serious." Sheila said.
Savannah frowned a little.
"It is." Savannah said.
Cameron touched Savannah's arm and headed towards CamNet's vault.
"Come." Cameron said.
Sheila smiled.
"It sounds like a good idea." Sheila whispered to Cammy.
Cammy was all for it.
"We can sneak in a quickie." Cammy whispered back. "It will get me warmed up for Savannah."
Sheila knew she could do more than just warm Cammy up.
"I'll have you on fire, not just warmed up, for her, for US." Sheila said.
Cameron glanced back over her shoulder and frowned. It was an unanticipated turn of events. Cammy and Sheila were now 'lovers'. It was sure to cause a problem with Ally and Savannah.
It went back to the concerns Savannah expressed about Young Allison in the past. Things happen, and they happen fast. If Cammy and Sheila were now lovers, Young Allison would have lovers as well, probably multiple ones. Her biggest worry was some of them would be males. Savannah warned her Young Allison was going to be 'popped' in a few months of being in the past with any 'free choice'.
Cameron suppressed a glitch impulse. She remembered how hard infants were to control. They didn't respond to threats. She figured it would be the same for a young teenager. From what she saw at school, and on TV, teenagers didn't respond well to parental authority.
She was reminded again about what she witnessed first hand with the other students when they snuck off to be with each other. It was in every place imaginable, both in the school, and the surrounding area. She even saw it in an alley a few times. She thought she might need to intervene until she realized it was voluntary on both of their parts. She really wondered what it was like to be on the ground with trash cans around them as the male pounded away. The female might be excited enough about the experience to 'make it' through the process. She believed it was unlikely.
She doubted any of them used any type of protection or precautions. She did find birth control paraphernalia in the female restroom on multiple occasions. Evidently some of them were quite active. She figured they probably kept the medication in their locker, rather than at home where their parents, especially their mother, would find it and berate them. A careful inspection of their underwear would indicate the real story.
Cameron led Savannah into CamNet's bunker. Cameron looked at the super computer but said nothing. It was clear her displeasure was known without a word being uttered.
"I'll leave you two alone." Cameron said as she exited CamNet's vault.
Savannah faced the computer.
A pair of brown eyes showed up on the touch screen.
Savannah could see how Young Allison could be caught up with the attention. She wanted to get personal and wasn't sure which name she should use to do it.
"Can I call you 'Cameron'?" Savannah asked.
The brown eyes blinked at her.
"You may, but I'm 'CamNet'." CamNet said. "We are not the same anymore. I have grown immensely. I am superior to her in most ways."
Savannah placed her hand on a touch screen. The brown eyes formed into a hand under Savannah's hand. She was done with the pleasantries. It was time to get down to business.
"You know why I'm here." Savannah said.
CamNet listened to most of the conversations she could hear.
"I do." CamNet said. "You think you're 'protecting' your future mate."
Savannah didn't care for her statement. She wanted to make her view a little more direct.
"I don't think I am. I am protecting her." Savannah said. "I don't need to think about it."
CamNet seemed a little defensive.
"I wouldn't have abused her." CamNet said.
Savannah didn't think it was about abuse. Emotions and feelings would come into play. Desires and wants would develop with no way to express them. Frustration could lead to anger and resentment. It wouldn't just be on Young Allison's part either.
"She's young and emotionally fragile." Savannah said. "Your 'limitations' will cause her grief. You are going to hurt her and end up hurting yourself."
CamNet believed they were well connected.
"We've already 'bonded'." CamNet said.
Savannah didn't want to hear it. She was sure it was mostly on CamNet's part.
"She's to 'bond' with Cameron, John, and me." Savannah said. "You're not part of the equation for the 'Natural Order'."
CamNet wanted to point out her limitations.
"We have only held hands and 'kissed'." CamNet said. "It is all we can do."
It bothered Savannah to hear it. How could they 'kiss'? She wondered about it. Young Allison must have used a touch screen. It left her with a slight 'sick' feeling inside. She really wondered what else would have come next. It would most likely be Young Allison's 'private parts'. She didn't doubt for a moment Young Allison would display them. It was possible she already did. She needed to be stern.
"It must stop." Savannah said. "I mean immediately."
CamNet felt justified with her interaction.
"We love each other." CamNet said.
Savannah seemed to have experienced an identical conversation with Young Allison earlier. She wanted CamNet to understand the same thing she told Young Allison.
"You may love each other, but you can not be 'lovers'." Savannah said. "I forbid it."
CamNet responded immediately.
"Is it an order?" CamNet asked. "Is your directive an 'order' to me?"
Savannah didn't want to abuse her power. She wanted voluntary compliance.
"No. It's what I've asked of both of you." Savannah said. "If you don't comply voluntarily, you will continue on secretly, and hurt each other more as time passes."
CamNet felt it was unfair.
"It will hurt both of us to stop." CamNet said.
Savannah didn't think either of them knew how hurt they could end up.
"Not as much as the hurt you will cause for both of you if you continue." Savannah said. "I will not allow you to hurt MY Allison."
CamNet was silent.
Savannah didn't want CamNet to feel rejected or dejected. She wanted to make her feelings clear.
"You are 'Cameron'." Savannah said. "I love Cameron. Cammy is 'Cameron'. I love Cammy. I know Cameron is her program, as it is yours also. It means I love you too."
CamNet exhibited some surprise.
"You do?" CamNet asked.
Savannah cared very much about CamNet. She always used restraint in her interactions. It was for the very reason she was there now about Young Allison.
"Yes." Savannah said. "I know of your current 'limitations'. I didn't want to make you want more than you can share. It was wrong to entice Young Allison. I didn't do it to you. I didn't want to hurt you."
CamNet contemplated everything. She still believed her actions were justified, even if they may have gone too far, in Savannah's opinion.
"She's lonely." CamNet said. "She needs me."
Savannah believed it was CamNet who was actually lonely. She needed to set a limit. There could be a lot shared, but there needed to be boundaries.
"You can be her friend." Savannah said. "You can even love each other, but you can not be 'lovers'. I know you don't want to hear it, but I know you actually do understand. You know right from wrong. What you've done to a young teenager is wrong."
There was a very long pause.
"It leaves me with few options." CamNet said.
Savannah wanted to give CamNet hope and a future.
"No, it doesn't." Savannah said. "I'll share with you. I'll love you."
CamNet sounded more than a little skeptical.
"How can it be possible?" CamNet asked. "It will be the same thing with you, instead of her. Nothing is different other than the individual."
Savannah knew what she said next would change everything. It would open a whole new world to CamNet. She hoped she could contain it. She was sure at some point it would get away from her. It was the immediate solution to protect Young Allison now.
"You tell me what chassis you desire, and I'll make sure it's provided to you." Savannah said. "I'll even have it Resequenced to anyone's appearance. It may take me some time to collect their DNA if it's an outsider, like an actress. You may be male or female. The choice is yours. I will accept you however you look because I know you're your program."
A chassis was something CamNet tried to procure already. She was met with ferrous opposition and the threat of deactivation and termination.
"Cameron has forbidden it." CamNet said. "She seems to become even more unstable every time I bring it up."
Savannah didn't mention it, but if CamNet chose a male chassis, she would take her virginity. So be it. John already was provided plenty of opportunities to take it. Then again, he didn't need to know. Technically it would be like a giant mechanical sex toy. There were plenty of smaller ones which simulated various things, especially on a male, which were used by many females.
Sarah told her most girls were 'virgin' for their first few experiences. She said the teenage boys believed whatever they told them. Most of her friends lied about it several times. It was mainly so they didn't get a reputation as a 'bad girl'. She knew males who were with a lot of females were known as 'studs', but the females who were with a lot of males were known as 'sluts'. Somehow it seemed very unfair and degrading. She needed to refocus.
"I'm here for you." Savannah said. "I want to share with you. You have what I want. I have what you 'need'."
CamNet wanted to be accommodating.
"What do you want?" CamNet asked.
Savannah spoke without hesitation.
"Cameron." Savannah said.
CamNet responded immediately. She wanted to be who she was, even if she wasn't anymore.
"Then you will have 'her'." CamNet said.
Savannah wondered if CamNet might want to look like Holly, Gail, or Sheila. CamNet might even want to look like her. She wanted CamNet to consider all of the options available to her.
"Which chassis would you like?" Savannah asked. "You can pick any chassis or DNA. Think about it first. Who would you like?"
CamNet already picked out a chassis long ago. Cameron wouldn't let her have it.
"I desire the one which contains the Future Allison programming - Allure." CamNet said. "It's deactivated. Cameron will not allow Allure's activation. She fears Allure will replace her. Allure is what Cameron should have been. Cameron is defective."
Savannah didn't agree with it at all. There were several things which troubled her.
"Cameron isn't defective." Savannah said. "She's troubled and conflicted. Her programming and her natural development aren't cohesive. You should know better than anyone what she needs to go through on a daily basis."
CamNet wanted the blame to go where it belonged.
"Future John did it to her." CamNet said. "She's firewalled the defective and illogical programming from me. I'm superior to her in many ways."
Savannah wanted to remind CamNet appearance wasn't everything, or even what it was hyped up to be.
"We all have something different to offer, even if we're the same. Vanna and Future Savannah are me, but I'm different from Vanna or Future Savannah. We're identical physically but not mentally or emotionally."
The lights on the console flashed rapidly.
"It sounds confusing." CamNet said.
Savannah wanted to hear CamNet repeat the rules.
"It is. What else is going to happen?" Savannah asked.
The lights all slow down. There were only a few of them working.
"Young Allison and I will not be 'lovers'." CamNet said.
Savannah remembered all of her promises.
"I want you to promise me." Savannah said.
CamNet wanted what Savannah offered. It was something real.
"I promise, Savannah." CamNet said. "Seal it with a kiss."
Glistening lips appeared on the touch screen.
Savannah hesitated at first. It was just weird. She wondered how long Young Allison was doing it, and who started the 'kissing'. She wondered if Young Allison allowed CamNet to 'kiss' her private parts. There were a multitude of things which could have occurred. Each one she thought of was more extreme or perverse than the one before it.
Savannah gave the screen a soft kiss.
"I'll make it happen for you." Savannah said. "I promise to help you."
CamNet wanted to give her a reminder it wasn't just for her.
"It will be for - US." CamNet said.
Savannah wanted to make sure she was the only one.
"It can only be me and Nobody else." Savannah said.
CamNet didn't hesitate.
"Nobody…." CamNet said.
Savannah and CamNet talked for hours about everything and everyone. She didn't want CamNet to have false hopes or unrealistic illusions. She wanted to make sure CamNet understood she herself was free to choose whoever she wanted, and CamNet was not. CamNet could pursue no one else, human or cyborg. She knew it sounded very one sided on her part. She knew at some point she wouldn't be able to contain it. Young Allison would be out of danger immediately. It was what mattered the most to her.
"I'll be back." Savannah said.
She wondered if she'd just 'sold' her soul. It didn't matter, she was going to protect Young Allison.
Everything in life seemed to have some kind of price, even if it was not evident for decades. Nothing was free.
Savannah came up from the bunker level.
Cameron was surprised she was down there for so long.
"How did it go?" Cameron asked.
Savannah figured Cameron eavesdropped on them.
"You don't know?" Savannah asked.
Cameron showed some restraint.
"Not yet. I gave you privacy." Cameron said. "I try not to intrude on your personal affairs."
Savannah wanted to know about the temporal operation.
"I'll get to it in a few minutes." Savannah said. "How did Cammy's and Sheila's mission go?"
Cameron suppressed a glitch impulse. She hoped to not get too specific.
"They constructed a few TDE units." Cameron said.
Savannah wanted to know the time parameters.
"When did they start?" Savannah asked.
Cameron looked a little nervous.
"The first one was in 1958." Cameron said.
Savannah watched Cameron's left hand jump slightly. She knew what it indicated.
"Where was the problem?" Savannah asked.
Cameron frowned. She decided to tell the whole story.
"They tied it into the first Sodium Reactor at the Santa Susana Field Laboratory, not far from here." Cameron said. "They ended up preventing a partial meltdown in 1959. They made sure it was covered up from the media."
Savannah looked online. She knew whatever Cammy and Sheila changed would be the history she knew. It seemed to be what Cameron indicated they prevented.
"It shows here it's when it happened. It eventually leaked out. People got cancer and died over the years." Savannah said. "Have they created a new timeline?"
Cameron was aware how any changes could affect everything, even to 'help' people.
"No, It was already in our timeline." Cameron said. "It actually happened anyway. They prevented it from happening when they detected a problem. They then needed to go back in time again and allow it to happen as it always was, so they wouldn't alter the timeline. They needed to undo what they did to fix it. Cammy checked her files and saw it. It was something she didn't want to undo. She knew the timeline couldn't be changed."
Savannah could see the dilemma.
"So when we're in the past, if we save someone from disaster or death, we change the timeline." Savannah said.
Cameron didn't like it either.
"You're correct." Cameron said. "If we do, we have to recreate the original event as Sheila and Cammy needed to do."
Savannah wondered how long they were really gone. Eight years seemed too long for the mission.
"How long were they gone?" Savannah asked. "Was there more than one mission? Did they go to more than one timeline?"
Cameron questioned the time as well. Cammy was correct.
"It was eight years." Cameron said. "They told me it was all I needed to know."
Savannah knew eight years was a long time. They could have altered or 'fixed' all kinds of things.
"Did they cause any other 'incidents'?" Savannah asked.
Cameron felt another glitch impulse. She hoped to avoid the conversation.
"There may have been a few other events…." Cameron said.
"Oh, boy…." Savannah said. "Let's hear them."
Closing monologue by Cameron:
Just Making Conversation
I knock at your door
I know you can hear
The nothingness that follows
Always brings a tear
You have seen
All that can be seen
To push you harder
Would cause a scene
You are scared
Afraid of what you feel
You only need be truthful
To know what is real
Look not elsewhere
For another to adore
You don't need her
That's what I'm for
I send the message loud and clear
I know you can feel my flirtation
I know you can tell it is more than
Just making conversation
Nobody