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[t_x_unit]

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

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[ingenue_bait]

Erik was also exploring.

He had no idea where he was. In fact, kept locked up as he had been his whole life, he had no idea what he would find. But his natural curiosity overruled his fear, and everything was new and exciting.

Currently he was examining a tree, peering at the bark, staring up into the denuded limbs, and planning his attack. He had never climbed a tree before, but he had the natural grace of the fearless, and the small boy swung himself up into the tree with abandon.

[t_x_unit]

Humanoid, small, organic... Rounding the corner, he was the first target it noticed, unaware of being scanned, measured and analysed in every possible visual manner. Dimensions estimated, compared and categorised.

Head tracking with motion as he quickly moved.

"Why do you do that?"

The mechanised contraption still possessed the same female voice of before. It was audio. Nothing was changed there. Even if 'she' now looked nothing like 'her' previous self.

[ingenue_bait]

Erik's head whipped around quickly, hanging like a monkey by his arms and legs from the lowest branch. And he was struck dumb for a long moment, staring at the... well, he had no words for what it was.

"What are you?" he asked. For all he knew, this was what people who weren't Mother looked like. Maybe there were people who looked like him! But the thought frightened him.

[t_x_unit]

"A series T-X model Terminator."

It was spoken very matter-of-factly. The robotic biped carrying itself a few more steps the child's way, with all the graceful rhythm of a human being.

"You do not conform to approved Skynet design specifications."

[house_onthehill]

The little lurker of the house stayed hidden in his cupboard fort but he peeked out to spot the machine walking about. The thing was something very different from what he saw the bases. "Where'd you come from?"

[t_x_unit]

The metallic skull swivelled instantly his way, but the machine continued moving. Didn't stop. Only changed direction, heading, instead, his way.

"The terminal stage of my model's production line. Where do you originate?"

[house_onthehill]

"My mother." Okay creepy robot, learn some manners...and learn not to be scary to kids. "None of that 'stork' crap. My name's Greg, what's yours?"

[t_x_unit]

"Stork crap. No," echoed the machine in a perfect rendition of female, North American voice, regardless of there being no organic vocal chords. "I am a T-X model Terminator, designed primarily for battlefield combat and infiltration."

If it was capable of blinking, it would have done so.

It wasn't.

"Would you like a demonstration?"