The IPD outpost was a small, insignificant dot in the distance, and the sun was in the center of the sky, currently serving as the main obstacle to their mission. Under a different set of circumstances, it might have caused him to remove some layers - possibly all of them - but nakedness was definitely tactically deficient with a constant dinosaur ( Read more... )

Owning Commander Vimes for a day wasn’t something he’d actually planned on. It’d just sort of happened. He was certain there was a reason he'd bid one hundred hours on him (it didn't sound that radical until one considered that they were hours paid in excruciating paperwork) - a good reason. But as things stood, the T-1000 had no idea what to ( Read more... )

He'd been in hibernation for a long time; longer than he ever had been. Possibly a full day, since there was light outside when he slowly drifted into wakefulness. There was light and it hurt, and he put his arm over his face, covering his eyes and shutting them tightly, trying to lessen the shock of it.

He was lying in a bed, curled up against the ( Read more... )

Something, in an area of his mind he had no immediate access to, was wrong.

He performed normally, executing his duties, going through daily routines unerringly. But there was a component missing, as if a command was awaiting execution without his knowledge of it; seeking a trigger.

And there was something else… a feeling.

It didn't belong. He ( Read more... )

This was the first genuine battle the T-1000 had endured since his arrival on the island. The scratches that resulted - mainly located in the vicinity of his forearms, though a few had impressively made it to his chest area as well, due to his lack of shirt - weren't very deep and didn't draw much blood, nor were they particularly likely to leave ( Read more... )

Acquiring the movie was simply a matter of glaring at the bookcase in a manner that implied that it really, really wouldn't want to face the consequences of disobedience. It was an honest, straightforward method of communication, and the T-1000 picked the first film reel it offered. As it turned out, it was also the one they needed.

He'd never ( Read more... )

The T-1000 had been gradually attempting to come to an understanding with the concept of sleep. He still didn't like it, didn't like releasing control of this body, or losing connection with the world. Sometimes, though, it was okay.

This wasn't one of those times.

He woke up abruptly, slick with sweat, pulse racing in his ears, still hearing an ( Read more... )