Room 511 - Wednesday Night
Marcus was in town. Only that wasn't Marcus. Not-Marcus hadn't recognized him and had tried to grab him. He'd only managed to get his coat.
Kyle sighed from his position on the floor, his back against his bed. "I liked that coat."
This didn't make sense, no matter how much he tried to rationalize what he'd seen. Marcus - his friend Marcus - had been part-machine, but his heart was all human. He'd died giving that part of him up so John Connor could live. Had Skynet developed a new line of terminators based on Marcus? Connor said he was only a prototype and that all of the work Skynet had done up north on the terminators that looked human had been destroyed when they'd blown up Century. But how could he be here, looking exactly like Marcus, claiming he was Marcus?
Connor would know.
Kyle took a moment, then turned on the tape recorder again. "You didn't hear that wrong. I saw what looked like Marcus on the streets today. He looked like him, sounded like him, even claimed to be Marcus. He didn't recognize me. He knows I'm here, but he didn't chase after me. He looked and responded like he was human, but that grip was strong. I'm fine. He sounded like he was confused. If it is Marcus, or a model based on him, maybe his programming is doing what it did before. Maybe he doesn't know what he is. There's another possibility. He could be another Marcus, not a new model from our timeline as it stands, but Marcus from earlier in the timeline or from another timeline altogether. I've tried to understand what the people here know about that kind of thing, but I don't know tech stuff.
Do you know why he's here? What do you want me to do? I can destroy him if it means protecting everyone here, but it's Marcus. What if he's supposed to be here and he's not a threat?
I'll wait for your orders. I won't trust him. If I find out anything else, I'll send you another tape. Don't send Derek."
He turned the tape recorder off and opened the case to pull the tape out. Kyle palmed the tape and slipped it into his pocket. Once the sun came up, he'd have to go down to the post office. As it was, he wasn't getting much sleep tonight.
[OOC: Door's open! Marcus details NFB please.]
Kyle sighed from his position on the floor, his back against his bed. "I liked that coat."
This didn't make sense, no matter how much he tried to rationalize what he'd seen. Marcus - his friend Marcus - had been part-machine, but his heart was all human. He'd died giving that part of him up so John Connor could live. Had Skynet developed a new line of terminators based on Marcus? Connor said he was only a prototype and that all of the work Skynet had done up north on the terminators that looked human had been destroyed when they'd blown up Century. But how could he be here, looking exactly like Marcus, claiming he was Marcus?
Connor would know.
Kyle took a moment, then turned on the tape recorder again. "You didn't hear that wrong. I saw what looked like Marcus on the streets today. He looked like him, sounded like him, even claimed to be Marcus. He didn't recognize me. He knows I'm here, but he didn't chase after me. He looked and responded like he was human, but that grip was strong. I'm fine. He sounded like he was confused. If it is Marcus, or a model based on him, maybe his programming is doing what it did before. Maybe he doesn't know what he is. There's another possibility. He could be another Marcus, not a new model from our timeline as it stands, but Marcus from earlier in the timeline or from another timeline altogether. I've tried to understand what the people here know about that kind of thing, but I don't know tech stuff.
Do you know why he's here? What do you want me to do? I can destroy him if it means protecting everyone here, but it's Marcus. What if he's supposed to be here and he's not a threat?
I'll wait for your orders. I won't trust him. If I find out anything else, I'll send you another tape. Don't send Derek."
He turned the tape recorder off and opened the case to pull the tape out. Kyle palmed the tape and slipped it into his pocket. Once the sun came up, he'd have to go down to the post office. As it was, he wasn't getting much sleep tonight.
[OOC: Door's open! Marcus details NFB please.]