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WHO: The T-X/open.
WHAT: In amongst the friendly shenanigans of young children playing with one another, a sudden dose of HOLY SHIT IT'S A WALKING DEATH-ROBOT occurs. It happens to look like this and this.
WHERE: Outside.
Human beings were organic. Their genetics and biology could be altered, shifted. But what translated to 'young' for a machine meant something very different.
Terminators were assembled on vast production lines. Inside the house, a version of the one which had taken on the name of 'Samantha' no longer had access to that knowledge. Nor did it have an outer covering of liquid metal. It was a bipedal, mechanised, armoured endoskeleton, feminine in figure and even given a natural stride, but... At a loss. For unlike before, it was without directives. A Terminator with no mission, instructions or commands. In any capacity... Including those identififying humans as an opposing force. Knew of them, but not which category they should be placed.
In a state akin to digital amnesia, the machine at least understood it had been structurally downgraded. That its limbs, level of strength and vehicular body somehow lacked the resistance it should have. The first logical step to remedy this was to survey the surrounding environment. To investigate.
Opening the door, the machine was heading outside to explore.
WHAT: In amongst the friendly shenanigans of young children playing with one another, a sudden dose of HOLY SHIT IT'S A WALKING DEATH-ROBOT occurs. It happens to look like this and this.
WHERE: Outside.
Human beings were organic. Their genetics and biology could be altered, shifted. But what translated to 'young' for a machine meant something very different.
Terminators were assembled on vast production lines. Inside the house, a version of the one which had taken on the name of 'Samantha' no longer had access to that knowledge. Nor did it have an outer covering of liquid metal. It was a bipedal, mechanised, armoured endoskeleton, feminine in figure and even given a natural stride, but... At a loss. For unlike before, it was without directives. A Terminator with no mission, instructions or commands. In any capacity... Including those identififying humans as an opposing force. Knew of them, but not which category they should be placed.
In a state akin to digital amnesia, the machine at least understood it had been structurally downgraded. That its limbs, level of strength and vehicular body somehow lacked the resistance it should have. The first logical step to remedy this was to survey the surrounding environment. To investigate.
Opening the door, the machine was heading outside to explore.