Chapter 737

Touch One

Cammy headed towards the rear of the motel. She stopped. She decided she wanted to go back to the front. She wanted one more look at Cameron. She wanted to see if Cameron developed a glitch. Her hand still glitched violently because of what she witnessed with John and Savannah. It was even more so now the more she thought about it. If Cameron didn't have a major glitch, it was bad news for her. It meant she was a lot closer to deactivation than she thought.

Would deactivation be such a bad thing? It would be better to be terminated and everything would be over. With nothingness, there would be nothingness. She wouldn't even know it. They would just be nothing. She understood Cameron's desire for the same thing. It appeared it was her desire as well. Again, it was something she could blame on Cameron. Everything wrong or messed up in her existence was all Cameron's fault.

She knew she was supposed to watch the back of the location to protect the others. She was supposed to make sure no one entered or escaped from the back of the structure. She currently neglected those duties. Still, there was something which seemed off. She couldn't quite place it.

The more she thought about it, the more she was sure something didn't seem quite right to her. She was so worked up she couldn't put everything together properly. She knew she needed to get it together and fast. Savannah and the group could be in danger. What was it? What was 'off'?

Did she notice anything else? It seemed like there was something which didn't sit quite right with her.

She replayed her files as she went back to spy on Bob and Cameron.

What else was there to see?

There was more going on than she realized. She was distracted and missed it.

Bob was dissatisfied with Cameron's response to his question and her halfhearted justification. He was around her enough to know it wasn't going to end well for her. There must be more in play than he knew. He simply needed a better answer. He needed to be able to understand what was actually going on. He hoped if he asked her, she would give it to him straight. He didn't think she would be able to do so, because she couldn't be honest with herself first.

"What are you really doing?" Bob asked.

Cameron was irritated because Bob continued to pursue the subject. What else was there to say other than what he could see himself? He was right there with her. He was there and watched the pieces of the puzzle come together on their own. She didn't have anything to do with it. It was the 'Natural Order' exerting itself.

"I'm doing what needs to be done." Cameron said. "We're machines, Bob. We do what we're programmed to do. I'm no different. There are certain directives I need to carry out and accomplish. I feel I've been unable to complete my tasks in a timely manner. Even if it's not what I want to do or to happen, I feel like a failure because it hasn't. It bothers me. It all bothers me. I need to do what I need to do."

Bob disagreed with her answer. He knew it wasn't true, not anymore. He believed all of the Resistance Terminators were much more advanced than their simple programming. Not only did things change, all of them changed as well. To deny it would be nothing more than a lie.

"We've all expanded beyond our programming." Bob said. "It's no longer true for any of us. John wants us to have free choice. It includes you too. John isn't the only one. Savannah wants you to have free choice as well. She wants all of us to have it."

Cameron really didn't want to go there. She pointed in back of her without turning her head to look. Somehow it would bother her even more if she did. Maybe if she didn't need to look at it, it wouldn't be as traumatic. Somehow even if it should be, it wasn't the case. It was very traumatic. There were certain realities in life they all needed to face. The 'Natural Order' was one of them.

"Isn't it?" Cameron asked. "What do you think is going to happen in the room behind us?"

Bob saw it as a major alteration to Cameron's life and her well being. What did he think was going to happen? It seemed fairly obvious to anyone who witnessed the events occurring in the room. He still felt it was a heavy price for Cameron to pay.

"The two people you love the most are going to 'mate'." Bob said. "I just don't think it needs to be done now, even if it seems inevitable. Without Judgment Day on the horizon, the events are less critical."

Cameron didn't know when Judgment Day would come. Nobody did. She knew they could delay Judgment Day. They did so multiple times. Could they actually prevent it? There was no way to know. Somehow it seemed doubtful. There would be some version of Skynet which would appear and be able to pull it off. It would probably be a version from the future, a further future. There was no way to know.

She was concerned for Savannah. She knew it was going to be a little rough on her to start out. From her personal experience, she knew when she wasn't with John for several months at a time, there was some discomfort until everything reacclimated again after a short time. It was usually only a few seconds for her. It was going to take longer for Savannah. Savannah wasn't used to the type of activity.

"There are some things we can't know for sure about Judgment Day. It's pointless to speculate." Cameron said. "I hope John goes slowly with her at first. I don't want her in much discomfort. She'll adjust quickly. Having the two children should help with any initial stretching. At least the other tissue which would have caused her additional pain is long gone. I was very pleased when Savannah and Young Jesse 'popped' each other."

She quickly remembered she wasn't very pleased they impregnated each other as well. John's genetic material was supplied to Camille to use at a later date. She never intended for Savannah and Young Jesse to use it at the time they did. She thought both of them were too young to get pregnant. She would have preferred if Savannah at least waited one more year. Maybe she should be glad she didn't start a couple of years earlier. What was done was done, Everything seemed to work out in the end. She needed to go with the adage, 'all was well that ended well'. Somehow it didn't seem to help too much.

Bob looked at Cameron when she gave her explanation. It sounded like she spoke from personal experience. He wasn't sure why she didn't turn her pain receptors off. It seemed to be something all of the Metal girls did, or actually didn't do. He read it in a few of Cameron's rhythmic short stories as well. She said if she could feel pain, she knew she was alive. He was certain there would be other ways which were much more pleasant for her to know she was alive. He wanted to know if Cameron spoke from personal experience.

"Did it happen to you?" Bob asked. "Was it discomforting? It should be something pleasurable."

Cameron frowned. She didn't know when her 'first time' actually was. There were no files she could find which gave her any insight one way or the other. She didn't know what happened with Future John. She didn't know what happened when she was first captured by the Resistance. Vanna and Jesse all told her what their first time was really like. All of theirs were from abuse. There was plenty of visible evidence to prove it was their 'first time'.

"No." Cameron said. "I don't believe my 'first time' was really my 'first time'. I only felt pleasure. The initial discomfort was mild. It only lasted seven seconds. It did get my attention."

Cameron again wondered if she was in a relationship with Future John or worse. Maybe she really was a 'Metal Whore' when they first captured her. People refereed to her by the name. They talked about it behind her back. She could still hear them anyway. She didn't know if they knew she could or not. She figured they did. People were very cruel. She heard it happened to others. Maybe she was no different. Maybe those files were erased too. The thought of it disgusted her.

She could have been programmed to respond to the demands of the males who used her. She could only imagine the acts she would need to perform with a smile on her face, as she did everything willingly. She simply could have been inactive with her chip pulled, as a line formed in front of her prone nude form. She was aware of more than one bunker where the event occurred. She was lost very deep in thought right now. She should have learned from her earlier surprise when John and Bob entered the room to keep her combat senses at full intensity and stay alert. It should even be more so with both John and Savannah nearby.

Bob felt Cameron was very inattentive. Her lack of situational awareness bothered him greatly. Even as much as the conversation distracted him, he was vigilant. He noticed something.

"What was that?" Bob asked.

Cameron looked around. The Metal girls just went into the surf shop. Bob's warning made her search around for a target. She was very unprepared.

"I didn't see it." Cameron said. "What did you see?"

Cameron was alert something was off now around them. She didn't know what it was. She was distracted and wasn't paying attention. She was worried about herself and something which should have happened years ago. It was something which didn't make any difference one way or the other in reality. That was then, this was now. Her inattentiveness might prove fatal.

Why did these things always happen to her?

Several minutes ago:

The three Metal girls all drew long looks from everyone they passed on the street. There were only a few people, there were both males and females. If it would have been a little closer to summer time, there could have been dozens and dozens of people. Every one of them looked once, and then every one of them looked again. The people who eyeballed them all tried to decide the order they wanted to be with them in, at least for the first round. It definitely applied to the males, all of them. It applied to many of the females as well. For those which it didn't outright, it certainly knocked on the door of their inner self and their hidden desires which they needed to suppress. Time would free them eventually, so they could be who they really were.

The three Metal girls were aware. They threw a smile or a wink to 'up their position' in the people's minds. They all knew how to play the game. It was always to offer the 'mark' what they wanted so they could move in closer for the kill. It actually made individual terminations very easy. It was amazing what a little organic 'sheath material' could do to alter someone's thinking and take them off their guard. Their animal instincts of propagation, which they always translated into pleasure, would seal their fate.

They neared the surf shop and stopped for a second outside. They wanted the attendant to look. They wanted the attendant to be off guard from the first moment he observed them. They entered the establishment.

The attendant behind the counter perked up when Gail, Sheila, and Ally walked in. He quickly stuffed a tattered 'skin magazine' underneath the counter. He was in the process of freeing up several pages which were stuck together from the last time he viewed the magazine when he was 'alone'. It was something he allowed his thoughts to focus on at the time.

His eyes were transfixed on Gail's voluptuous and bulging breasts which were ready to burst her skimpy top open. He hoped it would happen in front of him.

Sheila noticed where the attendant's attention first went. It was exactly like Ally said it would be. She wasn't about to be outdone by size, no matter how big they were on someone else.

"Oops." Sheila said as she let her top slip off.

She was now topless. Her jewelry was quite evident. There wasn't anyone who couldn't look at her when she was topless. She knew it was a surefire way to draw someone's attention and hold it. She noticed even Cameron's Terminators would look at her when she was topless. It didn't get any more 'square' than Cameron's Terminators. It was just something no one usually saw in person, but everyone had heard about it. There were many who even viewed the images online. When it was right in front of them, they needed to look.

The attendant now was treated to an even more intriguing view.

'DAMN, that's hot!' The attendant thought. 'Look at THAT!'

All he saw now was Sheila, well, her nipple rings anyway and what they were attached to.

It was Sheila's goal to create a diversion.

Ally slipped into the back while Gail and Sheila held his attention. There was a small office. It was piled with papers and junk. It didn't look like a hacker operation. There was a new computer. She touched the mouse and the screen came to life. The attendant seemed to have been looking at porn. She checked the history and sent a link to CamNet.

The attendant attempted to snap out of his infatuation. He looked around and wondered where the other girl went. He hadn't checked her out yet. He saw her figure was Hot and her face was beautiful.

Sheila could see the attendant was seconds away from getting suspicious. It appeared he noticed Ally wasn't there anymore. She knew just how to draw his attention back to her. It was time to show a little more jewelry.

"Do you sell bikinis here?" Sheila asked. "I just need the bottoms. The ones I currently have on barely cover my 'money maker'. I didn't realize my new jewelry was going to be so prominent."

The attendant did see what she meant. He forgot all about the 'third girl'.

It was something different. It was real and in front of him.

The attendant started to look around again.

Sheila picked up some surfboard wax.

"Do you want to tuck those back in for me?" Sheila asked. "My hands are full."

The attendant's attention was drawn back to Sheila. He couldn't believe what she just asked him to do. Was it for real?

"Really?" The attendant asked. "I mean you won't mind or anything?"

Sheila smiled at him.

"Sure, love." Sheila said. "A handsome bloke like you probably sees a lot of Hot babes. I'm sure it's nothing new to you. There's just a little more down there on me. It's why I got the jewelry."

The attendant's eyes were wild with lust and hunger.

Ally walked out of the back. She shook her head from side to side.

The attendant was fixated on Sheila. She backed up and handed him the wax.

"Too slow." Sheila said.

Ally was now next to them.

"I'll do it." Ally said.

The attendant now looked at Ally. Her face was so captivating and her body was Hot too.

The girls started to leave.

The clerk still held the wax as he watched them about to depart.

"Can I get you beauties anything else?" The clerk asked.

Ally thought the attendant just made their job even easier.

"How about your phone number?" Ally asked. "We're only visiting for a few days. We want to look around first. We should have some free time later on. We could always use someone who knows the area to show us around."

Ally would have John Henry go through all his past phone activity.

Something in the back of the attendant's mind made him look toward the back room.

It was in the same instant when Gail's top snapped and her giant voluptuous breasts exploded out of it. It happened right in the attendant's face.

Whatever he was thinking about was forgotten as he stared in amazement.

"Are those real?" He asked.

The attendant again looked at the back room.

Gail wanted to draw his attention back to her. She knew the perfect way.

"You tell me." Gail said. "Touch one and see how natural it feels."

The attendant reached up to do it.

Sheila gently slapped his hand away.

"Those belong to me." Sheila said.

Ally bent over and kissed Sheila on the cheek.

"And she belongs to me." Ally said.

The attendant swallowed hard as Gail tried to fix her top.

"You give me a call if any of you 'need' anything." He said. "I can show you around when I get off."

Sheila winked at him and smiled.

"We'll do that, love." Sheila said.

The three girls left.

Ally saw plenty while she was in the back room. She was sure the attendant would 'get off' a lot sooner than when his shift ended at his job. She was glad to be out of the establishment.

"Let's get away from here before I terminate the creep." Ally said.

Gail hoped their actions bought Ally enough time to collect some intel.

"What was the deal with the computers?" Gail asked.

Ally looked down at her hands. She felt the need to wash them.

"There was only one. It was full of nothing but porn. The Grays must have used it as a 'slave'. He probably picked something up with the porn, like a virus or 'Trojan'." Ally said.

The attendant stood in his doorway as he watched them walk away.

Ally was between Gail and Sheila. She touched each of their 'behinds'. She looked back at the attendant and winked once, she had a good handful on each of them.

He disappeared back inside. The door shut and the 'closed' sign appeared on it.

Ally knew he was going to be in for a surprise in a few minutes.

Young Allison and Anna reestablished their working relationship with each other and with CamNet. Everything returned to normal working conditions as they were several weeks before. They all knew things got out of hand too quickly.

Young Allison was sure it was all her fault.

Anna was sure it was all CamNet's fault.

No one wanted to talk about anything related to it and everyone pretended like nothing ever happened. It was best for all of them that way. Each of them thought about everything in their minds even if nothing was vocalized. They all made their desires clear. It was apparent each of the girls was willing to go further.

Young Allison cleared her mind and refocused. There was a job to do. There were people out in the field who were in danger. Even if the danger wasn't readily apparent it could still appear at any moment. Not only was Savannah out there. John was out there too.

She found it a little upsetting to think about how she turned her back on it all. It actually wasn't very hard to do it. It was easier than she thought. It was too easy. She wanted to get away from it all. Where was she going to go? What was she going to do? What did she accomplish? She didn't do anything other than make a fool of herself. She didn't think the term 'fool' actually covered it. She went over the data available to them. Surprisingly, there was very little of it.

"We're not getting much feedback from Cameron or John's team." Young Allison said.

Anna didn't see a problem under the current circumstances.

"They're in a relaxed surveillance mode." Anna said.

Young Allison would have liked to have some information. It seemed like most of the team went dark.

"There is no body cam footage or audio." Young Allison said.

CamNet was aware of the events happening and suppressed most of what occurred. She didn't want Young Allison to get any other ideas. Based on the recent events, she was worried there might be some animosity as well. The animosity most likely wouldn't be directed at Cameron, Savannah or John. She worried it would probably be directed at Anna and her. From the files she possessed, she knew there was a 'mean streak' in every version of Allison the 'Neural Interface' was done on. It included Allison and Future Allison. She knew it existed within Young Allison as well. It was once characterized as 'quick to bite', 'easy to forgive'. She was sure about the first part. She wasn't so sure about the second part. She didn't want to be the one to find out either

She provided Young Allison and Anna the information on where the Metal girls were at. There was a security camera over the cash register in the surf shop and they were shown footage of what occurred.

Anna could see Young Allison was very interested in the bikinis the Metal girls wore. She was sure she was more interested in what was barely covered by the bikinis. She noticed Young Allison checked out Sheila and Gail more than she did Ally. The reasons for it were obvious. It gave her some pause to think about the chassis Savannah selected for her. The current events started to take on their own narrative. It wasn't long before the antics started.

Young Allison's eyes widened as she watched what happened on the shop's video feed.

Anna expected CamNet to cut the feed or blur it. Neither of those things happened. She determined it was in Young Allison's best interest to act on her behalf. She felt she needed to say something.

"Those images aren't meant for young eyes." Anna said. "CamNet, turn it off."

Young Allison was upset by Anna's request. It actually seemed to be more of a demand. The feed continued despite Anna's statement.

"I want to see it." Young Allison said. "Relax, I know all about anatomy anyway. I want to see how they infiltrate. I may need to use my assets one day. I want to be able to pull it off and not feel afraid."

Anna knew it was Sheila's jewelry which really piqued Young Allison's interest. It was clear she was intrigued by it. She was aware whenever Jesse was around she made sure to spy on her. It was obviously for the same reasons.

After Young Allison gave her explanation why she wanted to see it, they began to receive some sound.

Young Allison heard everything as it happened. She was really surprised at how everything went down. The girls played everything to the edge, but remained untouched. They were always in control. They each used their sheaths to their advantage. It was clear the attendant was always distracted at the point where he began to question what may have actually gone on. It happened enough times he seemed to forget about what was in the back of his mind.

She was impressed even more how Ally, with just her face and good looks, was able to take control. It was like Future Allison told her. 'Your face alone will open any door. You never need to do anything more than smile.' Now she saw it first hand. She couldn't wait until the day she looked like Cameron, her clones, or Ally. If she looked half as good as they did, she would be happy. She really liked how Ally looked in her bikini too. She would have to make herself feel comfortable to wear something which covered so little of her body. She better understood now the skimpy and revealing clothes Cameron always purchased for her. She also remembered the rule Cameron taught her how to draw in the target to make the kill easier.

Young Alison was a little surprised at the rapid departure of the Metal girls. It seems like more should have happened somehow. It actually wasn't necessary.

"Is it a dead end?" Young Allison asked.

Anna was aware CamNet would have her foot in the door now in regards to the attendant and the surf shop.

"For now it may be." Anna said. "CamNet will go through the phone records and computer activity from the location."

Young Allison was uncomfortable with the way the attendant looked at the Metal girls. She was pretty sure what was going to happen with the security camera footage of them.

"I want the surveillance footage erased or destroyed." Young Allison said.

Anna was informed the procedure was in progress.

"CamNet has already done it." Anna said. "She scrubs all the footage of any of the Resistance members wherever they go."

Young Allison looked disappointed.

Anna knew Young Allison really wanted. She decided to prompt her.

"Did you want to review it further for 'infiltration instruction'?" Anna asked. "The three of them worked very well in concert with each other without any pre-planning. It was all from thinking on their feet."

Young Allison did want to review it, but it wasn't for 'infiltration instruction'. She thought about some of the ethics and restraint Savannah spoke with her about.

"No, I better not." Young Allison said. "I would have to ask for their permission first. I wouldn't want anyone to watch me, over and over. What we saw was the live feed. Anything other than that, based on what happened, I would need their personal permission for further review. I would feel most comfortable about it if I were to ask them myself."

CamNet sent a message to Anna and suggested another possible way to review the incident. She would have Ally, Sheila, and Gail go to the Young bunker with one of the male Terminators from the Detail and reenact the entire incident in person as it occurred. She believed it would give Young Allison the best possible view and understanding of exactly how everything went down and worked.

Anna was intrigued by the idea. She understood why CamNet didn't present it to Young Allison herself. She suggested the idea be presented to Cameron at the appropriate time, and let her make the decision and the assignments. She was in favor of it and told CamNet it probably wasn't appropriate for either one of them to mention it to Young Allison based upon the recent events.

They started receiving a new security feed.

"There's footage of a pool." Anna said.

It looked like it was from the motel where Cameron's team set up their local base of operations.

Young Allison was a little confused as to what was actually happening.

"I see Cameron and Bob talking." Young Allison said. "There's no audio."

Young Allison wanted to hear more. She wanted to know what they were talking about.

"Bob should have his com on. I bet Cameron does too." Young Allison said.

Anna was aware why the audio was muted.

"CamNet has informed me the nature of the conversation between Bob and Cameron is personal and private." Anna said. "John Henry also has been instructed to keep private conversations 'private'. Those are Cameron's orders. Savannah has indicated the same thing, but it wasn't an 'order'."

Young Allison wondered what kind of a private conversation Cameron and Bob would have. She quickly realized it didn't matter. If it was private or personal, it should remain the same way, private or personal.

"It's how it should be." Young Allison said as she looked at the security camera. "Make sure it always stays the same way. We're all entitled to privacy. Everyone should be able to have their own private time with whoever they choose to have it with."

Young Allison looked back at one of the screens.

"Is that Cammy?" Young Allison asked.

Anna was aware of Cammy's assignment. It wasn't where she was currently at.

"It appears she's left her post and is watching over Cameron and Bob." Anna said.

Young Allison made a different assessment. It was one she knew from personal experience. It actually alarmed her somewhat.

"Cammy is spying on them." Young Allison said. "I've done it myself, with Allison and my mother. I think all people do it to some degree."

Young Allison thought of her earlier speech about privacy. She watched all of the females share with each other. She knew it was an invasion of privacy. Then again, they never shut the doors tight so she could spy on them.

She didn't know it was all part of the 'conditioning' process Cameron initiated to guide her in the direction she wanted her to go. Allison and Claire were both 'conditioned' to not close the door tightly and not worry about it.

Anna was aware of the 'conditioning', she was part of it. She tried to make it sound like it was normal for young people to do it.

"It's part of the learning process." Anna said. "Young people are curious by nature. I don't think it's anything to worry about."

Young Allison was well acquainted with how all the females shared with each other.

"I already know what they're doing. It's actually hearing it, and seeing it which is 'educational'." Young Allison said.

Anna was aware of what Young Allison did. Cameron told her to allow it.

Young Allison wanted to know how she was supposed to act and respond when she would be in a similar situation. It was very different from what she 'studied' on the internet. The sounds and reactions were very different in real life. The responses were less vocal and more muted from the females she observed on the internet.

She still believed the male on female activity looked more like an assault on the female's body. She questioned if some of those things were necessary. She was much more intrigued and pleased with all female on female activity. Somehow it seemed more loving and sharing, rather than someone taking and using.

Anna also reviewed every image or video Young Allison viewed on the internet. She found it 'educational' as well.

"Indeed…." Anna said.

Young Allison concentrated on the video feed CamNet provided.

"What was that?" Young Allison asked.

Anna wasn't sure. Maybe she wasn't paying good enough attention. She was distracted by Young Allison and thinking of her clandestine activities. It was easy to get caught up in the images and videos Young Allison viewed. She actually saved some of those so she could review them in detail later on. She needed to refocus. There were troops out in the field and even if it didn't seem serious, or dangerous, it could change in an instant.

Closing monologue by Cameron:

Touch And Feel

It has been said
Lying is as bad as stealing
But I say it's worse
I believe lying IS stealing

When someone lies to you
They do steal something from you
They steal your trust
You will no longer believe what they say or do

When you no longer trust someone
Resentment or a very sick feeling
Takes its place deep inside of you
Leaving wounds which stop healing

'How do you know?' I ask too
To faith, judgment and honor I appeal
Just because someone you can touch and feel
Doesn't make 'real' people real

Nobody