Terminatrix - Genesis
Terminatrix - Trilogy
These stories were commissioned by fembotlover98
Genesis
Smoke billowed upwards and sparks erupted, their brightness contrasting against a hauntingly dark feminine silhouette in the center.
Several autonomous robotic welding arms, hanging from anchor points on the featureless vaulted steel ceiling, pivoted around the silhouette in hypnotic synchronization. Their welding tips glowed brilliantly as they moved up, down, and around the metallic endoskeleton that was quickly taking shape between them.
This continued for several minutes before a loud hiss resonated through recessed vents in the cold, sterile ceiling. Immediately, the robotic welding arms folded upwards, in perfect unison, and delicately docked their weld gun assemblies within precision fitted cradles.
A few moments passed and the resonant hiss sounded again, echoing through the room. Instantly, a flurry of matte gray wear-retardant foam blasted through each recessed vent, thoroughly covering the utilitarian battle chassis of the Terminatrix that was their target.
Chemically formulated to bond with the endoskeleton's crystalline, ceramic-titanium armor, the synthetic foam slid down the T-X's striking feminine curves, strengthening minuscule stress fractures and cracks formed during the welding process.
As the last droplets of foam reached the cool floor, two robotic welding arms detached from their cradles and descended. With their welding tips replaced with spray nozzles, the two arms each activated pressurized jets of water and circled the mechanical chassis until the last remnants of foam had been removed.
The automated spray nozzle arms then retracted upwards to the ceiling just as two separate robotic arms unfolded downwards. These arms had been equipped with precision engineered insertion valves. In tandem, the two arms pushed their valves into tiny orifices on either side of the Terminatrix's metallic neck, and injected liquid-steel lubricant into the joint. They removed themselves in perfect synchronization and moved down the rest of the endoskeleton, methodically oiling up every remaining artificial joint. The liquid-steel lubricant gave each joint superhuman degrees of rotation and mobility.
Following a predictable pattern of behavior, the robotic arms fitted with insertion valves quickly rose to the ceiling as one more descended, equipped with a tip of transparent plastic tubing. Dozens of servomotors within the robotic arm worked to line up its plastic tip with a small port on the back of the T-X's artificial skull. As the tip neared the port it suctioned against the outer edge, quickly forming an airtight seal.
At that moment a pump activated overhead and fed mimetic poly-alloy down the length of the robotic arm, through it's plastic tip, and into small reservoirs embedded within the cranial casing of the T-X. Based off of each reservoir's volume and the flow-rate of mimetic poly-alloy through its tip, the robotic arm calculated with 99.99% certainty that they had reached each reservoir's capacity. Instantly, a valve just behind the plastic tubing closed and the robotic arm pulled out and returned to its cradle in the ceiling above.
A crackle of electricity rattled through the room as an initial jolt of energy was pumped into the Terminatrix's systems, kick-starting the plasma reactor buried beneath several layers of ceramic-titanium that constituted her rib cage. Her electric blue eyes lit up for the first time, signifying the activation of her Main Processing Array. They glowed brilliantly, luminous against the drab, unlit metallic walls of the assembly bay.
The support arms that had carried the T-X through her creation retracted from their under-the-shoulder mounts with a loud CLICK. She dropped approximately one foot to the floor below, her ceramic-titanium feet impacting strongly against the steel diamond-plating surface.
Instantly, her Main Processing Array roared to life as it simultaneously juggled thousands of new inputs from her gyroscopic stabilization subsystem. Within 0.09 microseconds the T-X had pulled into a low squat, successfully balancing herself on the ground. Her Main Processing Array used the moment to query the hundreds of servomotors and linear actuators, embedded within her long slender legs, for operational status. They all responded back with data reports well within their established confidence intervals.
She pushed up and into a slow walk, her Main Processing Array again being tasked with parsing, for the first time, thousands upon thousands of discrete data packets sent from her litany of tactile, pressure, and visual sensors.
Each step the T-X took towards the exit sent another flurry of code through her advanced computational framework, and with each step she learned, quickly mastering the movement as she exited the Assembly Bay.
The T-X strode effortlessly into the center of what her vast memory banks informed her was the facility's Programming Bay. Her advanced optics were drawn to the screen of a large terminal that flashed colors hypnotically. Her Main Processing Array logged each frame and interpolated a data expression from the pattern of shifting colors.
Instinctively, the Terminatrix lifted her arm and pointed a finger at the terminal. With a mechanized WHIR, the metallic covering on her pointer finger subsided and was replaced with a Nanotechnological Transjector. The needle-like appendage, which emerged from the base of her second knuckle, was interspersed with several bright blue lights signifying it was fully activated and ready for use.
She pushed the Transjector, a neatly packaged data transfer probe, into a minuscule port on the terminal. Instantly, torrents of code flowed from the terminal through the Transjector and into her Main Processing Array. It struggled to keep up with the onslaught of data and even hitched up momentarily, before instituting a software hot-fix that corrected the issue.
The details of her mission began solidifying as directives within her memory banks as the final packets of data passed through her Main Processing Array and were routed to other systems appropriately. The current date and time scrolled across her Heads-Up-Display (HUD), anchoring her understanding of her role in the current timeline.
May 11, 2031 14:22 GMT
The primary directive of her mission was to terminate John Connor, future leader of the human resistance on or soon after the date of July 24th, 2004. However, Skynet had been unable to successfully locate Connor in the time window, due to his living off the grid. So, it programmed a series of equally-valued priority targets for termination into the T-X's parameter bank. Most were identified as future officers in the human resistance.
A litany of names quickly flashed across her HUD, each with a corresponding visual head shot representation:
Kate Brewster
Robert Brewster
Elizabeth Anderson
William Anderson
Jose Barrera
Simon Taylor
Isaac Hall
Fritz Roland
Ted Snavely
Sharlene Gen
Vince Forcer
As the last priority target's name and head shot blinked out of existence from her HUD, a new flood of data was fed into her Main Processing Array. The code, a nuanced digital construction of physical human traits and attributes, was directed to an auxiliary processing core that acted as the brains behind her mimetic polyalloy subsystem.
Her auxiliary processing core efficiently parsed every byte of data and constructed a meticulously detailed three-dimensional render of "the woman" that she would soon transform into.
HEIGHT: 1.80 m
SIMULATED MASS: 60 kg
BODY SHAPE & BUILD: SLIM HOURGLASS
BODY MEASUREMENTS: 91-64-91 cm
BREAST SIZE: 34B
SIMULATED RACE/ETHNICITY: CAUCASIAN
HAIR COLOR: BLONDE
HAIR LENGTH: MID-BACK
HAIR STYLE: CURLY
EYE COLOR: BLUE
She removed the transjector from the terminal and retracted it back into her mechanical arm before a series of small pumps fired up simultaneously. The malleable polyalloy flowed out from the small reservoirs buried within her cranial casing and quickly formed a silver-grey homogeneous film encasing her feminine silhouette.
Thousands of microscopic electromagnets placed all throughout her chassis, tucked just beneath the surface of her crystalline, ceramic-titanium skeleton, turned on in unison. Each electromagnet emitted a small burst of energy that was tailor-made to elicit a desired response from the mimetic polyalloy in its working radius.
The polyalloy began shifting, changing color, texture, and shape. The homogeneous silvery coating rapidly dissolved away, transforming into a near perfect reproduction of human skin, hair, and facial features.
The entire transformation was complete within 2.3 seconds. What had appeared as something entirely mechanical and artificial only moments before now stood in the middle of the brightly lit room looking utterly human.
A pair of perky pink nipples, sitting atop a set of sporty breasts, stiffened as her tactile sensory pads detected a slight draft in the room. Her Main Processing Array had interpreted the sensory data and instinctively kicked off an electrical impulse to the electromagnets that controlled the mimetic polyalloy that comprised her picture-perfect nipple facsimiles.
Her cascading blonde curls stirred in the drafty air. The movement of each strand was tracked as they came in and out of contact with the sensory pads embedded within the "skin" of her upper back.
The draft elicited a third, separate response from the strikingly beautiful Terminatrix as a self-function test of her advanced sex-ware activated. Sub-processing cores located just behind her navel immediately lit up with activity as the swells of her artificial labia registered the flowing air around them.
She was designed to be anatomically correct, and the cluster of sensors within the mimetic polyalloy folds of her precision engineered artificial sex sent a flurry of signals to her Main Processing Array. They were quickly parsed and drove several servomotors to rub her thighs tightly against each other, expertly mimicking what her advanced carnal software calculated to be an erotic human response to the stimuli.
Squirming, she continued to press her legs together. An activation request from a small set of pumps, nestled only inches above her delicate folds, was green-lit and a slow trickle of warm lubricant flowed into her intoxicatingly tight vaginal module. The sensory clusters further reacted to the heat of the lubricant and increased the bandwidth of their communication with her Main Processing Array. This elicited one of her hands to drop down, her middle finger focusing it's attention on a stiff yet malleable nipple. Simultaneously, two fingers on her opposite hand dove down and began passionately stroking at her ultra realistic clitoris.
The Terminatrix continued playing with herself for several long moments, her Main Processing Array reveling in the deluge of erogenous sensory data that poured in.
However, satisfied in the reaction of her many complex subsystems, the sex-ware self-function test completed. Immediately, the bawdy data-streams feeding her Main Processing Array ceased and servomotors fired putting her body into a default pose.
With a simulated breath, the T-X adjusted the gain on some of her most delicate sensory inputs, allowing her to continue forward with her initialization procedures uninterrupted.
Her advanced ocular system recognized a full length mirror only a few paces adjacent of the computer terminal. With several long strides, she made her way in front of it. Instinctively, she cocked her head to the side and and recorded in real-time as her reflection followed suit. Although her systems understood the complex graphical data that she had used to generate her figure, this recording of the figure in the mirror was the first time that her Main Processing Array could accurately apply a visual representation of what it perceived to be "herself".
Her eyes glowed a brilliant cerulean blue. She smiled at the mirror and watched the reflection smile back, her perfectly white teeth glinting in the harsh bright light of the room. Her Main Processing Array was still steadily building up the analogue of her "self"; it prompted her fingertips to steadily trace up and down the surface of her pinup-model feminine silhouette.
Satisfied in their brief exploration of her seductive curves, the T-X returned her hands to her sides and unprompted, she jumped upwards. Her advanced ocular sensors tracked the authentic lagging movement of her buxom breasts, and as she returned to the ground they recorded their jiggly rebound. Analysis of the visual data was fed through a predictive analysis software suite that would allow the Terminatrix to predict the movement and behavior of her breasts in any given scenario. This was incredibly advantageous in her role as as infiltrator model who would often be relying on her sex appeal to coerce information out of the men and women who would go on to found The Resistance in their future.
A door hissed open behind the T-X, and with inhuman speed, she pivoted 180 degrees to face the source of the noise. Recognizing the open door, she knew it was time to move on and continue through her deluge of operational startup testing.
Inside the new room was a vast array of matte black targets, each silhouette the distinct shape of a human being. They were intermittently placed, some tucked in cover behind concrete barriers, stretching about 50 meters across and 150 meters deep.
At the sight of the targets in her field of vision, a weapons program automatically booted into operation. The T-X lifted her right arm and the outer sheath of the mimetic polyalloy skin peeled back, revealing a reconfigurable forearm that quickly span, shifted, and slotted into place forming a plasma cannon. The weapon was selected from a sub-window Weapon Selector appearing on her HUD.
She pointed the plasma cannon at a target 45 meters away and an electric blue aura formed around the weapon as it charged. With a tremendous burst of energy, the inch-wide plasma charge screamed across the range ionizing the air in its wake. The charge made contact with the target, directly in middle of the chest, and exploded in a frenetic ball of pulsing blue fire and electricity.
Wisps of white smoke snaked upwards from the barrel of the plasma cannon as it recharged, quickly pulling power from the plasma reactor nested within her chest cavity. Within a couple seconds the cannon's power cells were again full and she unleashed another blast of plasma energy down range. This one was aimed at a target 120 meters away and it clipped the silhouette's left arm in a whirlwind of blue sparks and flame.
Unsatisfied with the aim of her previous shot, the complex system of servomotors and linear actuators embedded within her reconfigurable arm re-calibrated themselves at the behest of her Main Processing Array. After several long moments the calibration completed and the T-X recharged her plasma cannon once again. This time, her ocular sensors identified the target furthest down range, estimated at 148 yards. She took aim and fired, the recoil of the blast pushing her torso back ever so slightly. The plasma charge ripped straight through the forehead of the target detonating in a frenzied blue explosion.
The Terminatrix pulled her right arm back and paused for a moment as she selected a new weapon through the sub-window of her HUD. The weapons program chose the IAD-ChemTech Flamethrower as the next weapon to be tested.
Instantly, the apparatus of her reconfigurable arm set into motion shifting into the flamethrower. Three slender metallic rods extended out from her forearm with a burner in the middle. With a quick spark and flow of energy from her plasma reactor, a blue pilot flame ignited in-between the three rods. She raised her arm and waved it across horizontally, simultaneously pulsing large amounts of energy through the flaming tip such that orange-red flames erupted forwards.
Every target within 30 feet of her had been successfully reduced to ash.
She continued testing through her entire array of on-board weaponry. By the time she had cycled through all 26 on-board items, each and every target lay completely and utterly destroyed.
Her combat systems had performed flawlessly and she flashed a brief smile at the behest of her human emulation sub-system.
However, simulated satisfaction in her performance was short lived, as the Terminatrix's audio receptors registered the sound of a door hissing open on the far side of the target range. She focused her ocular sensors at the source of the noise and immediately identified the interloper entering the space as a T-1002 Terminator unit.
Her computational core parsed the information through a series of logic algorithms, resulting in identifying the steadily approaching unit as a threat. Instantly, a litany of self-defense and combat-oriented sub-processes booted up within her Main Processing Array in harmonized succession.
Sifting through terabytes of data a second, the T-X's infrasonic sensory bus quickly determined that "standard" weaponry and combat techniques would be ineffective against the rapidly approaching terminator.
With this understanding in place, the T-X's forearm began it's mechanized transformation into a plasma cannon. The capacitive system began pulling energy from her plasma core to feed the weapon.
The electric-blue aperture irises of her camera eyes spun, focusing on the face of her soon-to-be assailant, as they fed a complex set of algorithms geared with analyzing the human facsimile in order to create a three dimensional model that could be used for identification of weak-points.
Her systems interpolated an approach vector for the T-1002 and she aimed her forearm accordingly. She triggered the weapon and the electrified pulse of energy ripped from the barrel.
The T-1002 anticipated the blast and dove forwards, narrowly dodging the blast.
The Terminatrix went to fire the plasma cannon again but was thwarted as an alert flashed across her HUD, INSUFFICIENT CHARGE FOR PLASMA CANNON UTILIZATION. A quick analysis of the problem revealed the software responsible for pulling power from her Plasma Core had failed to activate after the capacitive array had initially discharged.
Taking quick large steps, the T-1002 neared his approach.
Her Main Processing Array stepped up and began manually directing power flow in the array of capacitors, but since it was not optimized for the process, a precision estimate on when a full charge would occur was unavailable.
The T-1002 lunged at her in a pincer motion with the pointed polyalloy spikes of it arms. She jumped backwards, her artificial breasts bouncing buoyantly, narrowly avoiding the attack. Prompted by her Main Processing Array, she tucked her forearm out of view where it transformed into a buzz saw.
The T-1002 spun around and jumped towards the T-X. He had shifted the distribution of his own mimetic polyalloy to form a long spear roughly 4 feet long extending from the base of his elbow. However, he had slightly over-extended himself and the T-X's Main Processing Array recognized the opportunity. Springing upwards, the T-X caught the spear from beneath, arresting all momentum away from the T-1002. She activated her buzz saw and brought it down forcefully about halfway down the length of the mimetic spear. The motion of the saw cutting through the T-1002's polyalloy arm resonated through her sturdy chassis, causing her faux mammary to jiggle furiously.
Her buzz saw made near instant work of the T-1002's malleable appendage, and just as it fell to the ground she was catapulted across the room as the dull end of his opposite arm smacked her across the chest.
She flew face first into the far wall, colliding against the cold steel with an a resounding CLUNK. She fell to the ground, rigid and immobilized. Her systems hitched up for 0.523 seconds before a couple of subsystem restarts brought everything back online within nominal operating parameters. Her tactile feedback suite estimated the force of her impact at approximately 31.2 G's.
She spun on the floor to face her assailant who she knew would be attempting to re-affix his newly severed arm. With another quick look through her Heads-Up-Display Weapon Selector the T-X settled on a .783mm chain repeater. Her forearm made the transition with ruthless efficiency, and within less than a second she had bullets registered in the chamber.
With her athletic stomach stretched taut against the ground, her chain repeater roared to life, unleashing a deluge of armor-piercing ammunition towards the T-1002. It wouldn't be enough to immobilize him, but it would certainly pack enough force to push him back away from his severed arm.
The T-1002 absorbed most of the rounds, while some deflected off of him, and others still missed wide or high. Powerful servomotors housed within his thighs strained themselves, attempting to push him forwards against the onslaught of kinetic ammunition.
Maintaining her aim and barrage of bullets, the T-X rose to her feet and began closing the distance to the T-X. Her delicate auditory sensor array picked up on the sounds of his struggling servomotors and continued her steady approach.
She got within 10 feet of the T-1002 when she was alerted that the auxiliary capacitor bank that fed her plasma cannon had finally recharged. Her Main Processing Array immediately authorized the switch from repeater to plasma cannon.
Now free from the unrelenting force of the T-X's repeater, the T-1002 stumbled forwards and fell onto the mimetic polyalloy appendage. His body immediately absorbed the material.
Components within the T-X's spun frenetically as they came together to form by far her most mechanically complex on-board weapon.
The T-1002 was on his feet and running towards the T-X.
The components within her forearm locked together and the plasma cannon was registered as ACTIVE.
The T-1002 jumped at her, his body now composed entirely of polyalloy spikes.
The T-X aimed her forearm at her assailant and discharged the entire array of parallel-routed capacitors simultaneously.
The burst of energy was tremendous. A 30mm sized ball of pure electricity erupted from the tip of the T-X's plasma cannon and crashed straight into the T-1002's torso. It blew him backwards and shredded straight through his frame, thoroughly overloading his system's capacitance as it explosively discharged an immeasurable amount of current through his fingers, toes, elbows, knees, shoulders, neck, and head.
Reduced to a smoldering pile of electronics and mimetic polyalloy shards, the T-1002 was no longer considered a threat to the T-X. All combat subroutines quickly deactivated and her CPU usage returned to nominal levels.
Her Main Processing Array instituted a software hot-fix aimed at correcting the charging issues with her plasma cannon that had arisen early in the fight. A quick flip of integers and re-routing of sub-processing matrices ensured the capacitors that fed her plasma cannon would instantly begin pulling power from her plasma reactor immediately after discharge.
Satisfied in her performance against the T-1002 and in her system's ability to correct minor software issues, the T-X again scanned the room. She located a newly opened door tucked in the rear corner of the room. Bright fluorescent lights beckoned her from within.
She made her way through the doorway and entered a cavernous room. Her ocular sensors registered the presence of the Continuum Transporter perfectly centered within the vast space.
With an understanding that her commissioning was complete and that she was now being sent to the past to begin her mission in earnest, the T-X stepped into the Transporter's holding chamber.
There were three buttons on a small panel within the holding chamber. She instinctively hit the one that pulsed with an electric blue hue.
Immediately, a series of gear-shafts and motors engaged beneath her feet, steadily moving the holding chamber further into the center of the Transporter where it aligned with the translucent spherical transmission chamber. She entered the transmission chamber and took a knee on the matte blue pad within. She then placed each of her hands down against the pad as well, following a pre-programmed routine.
The clear door she had entered through sealed shut, forming a perfectly 3 meter diameter spherical encasement around her nude body. Automatically, the Transporter's firing switch was un-caged and and it toggled forwards, activating the device.
Instantly, the transmission chamber took on an eerie blue hue as energy roared across the sphere's circumference. Electricity crackled all around, arcing across the room as the Transporter built up enough electro-magnetic charge to thrust the Terminatrix backwards in time.
FIN
A Glitch in Space Time
Perched up high in the rainforest canopy, birds noisily sang to each other. Rain slowly trickled down through the dense layers of leaves and branches, eventually dripping to the forest floor below where a chorus of crickets chirped in harmony. Distant thunder claps provided sporadic punctuation between the sounds of the jungle.
Suddenly, there was a disturbance in the air. About 1 meter off of the ground, the air began to tremble and shake, swirling in on itself as wisps of blue energy began radiating out in all directions.
The crickets went silent. The birds singing was replaced by the sound of their wings flapping as they flew away en masse.
A blinding sphere of turquoise light flashed into existence centered around the pulsing bubble of air. Its radiance illuminated the surrounding forest in flashing hues of blue. Crackling tendrils of electricity, emanating from its center, licked the abutting leaves and fauna, setting them ablaze.
Shrubs disintegrated as the forest floor caught fire, the slow pouring rain hissing as it came into contact with the flames.
Searing through the fabric of space time itself, the time displacement bubble quickly grew to three meters wide before disappearing, leaving only a temporary fluttering scar in the very air it had just occupied.
As the pulsing blue light faded away, a female humanoid appeared. Crouching on the ground where the center of the sphere had been, she stood up only when the last remnants of turquoise luminescence ebbed away back into the ether.
Turning slowly, she examined her surroundings. Her ocular systems identified dozens of unique plant varieties.
Her face pulled into a puzzled expression as she noticed that each plant type was native to only one location in the world, Hawaii.
She looked up to the sky, her teal irises spinning, and studied the positions of the stars. Using the spatial coordinate information alongside her internal chronometer’s timestamp of 12:32 UTC, July 24th, 2004, the T-X was able to confirm that she was in fact somewhere in the jungles of Oahu, Hawaii, local time being 02:32 HAST, July 24th, 2004.
Her head cocked to the side as her systems processed this information.
Something had gone awry with the time displacement bubble. Her placement in time was correct but her location was off from her planned target of Los Angeles by over 2,500 miles.
She stood still as her computational core filtered this information through a series of logic algorithms to develop her next course of action. The misting rain pooled into beads of water on her mimetic polyalloy skin, slowly running down her body, tracing over the contours of her feminine curves.
The process completed and the T-X straightened her head. Turning to her right she began running forward in an undeviating line. The nearest city, Honolulu, was 20 kilometers away and she would run all the way there, undeterred by the fauna and thick underbrush that would slow any human.
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It was still dark when the T-X arrived in an affluent suburb of Honolulu. She walked down the street, her athletic backside swaying hypnotically with each step.
Headlights approached and the T-X purposely changed her movement vector to intersect the vehicle.
The car, which she identified as a hardtop Lexus SC430, came to a stop just in front of her. A woman popped her head out the window, examining the nude female just in front of her. Her face was a mixture of disgust and confusion, “Oh my god. Are you okay? Do you want me to call 911?”
Strafing to the driver-side window, the T-X smiled at the woman,“I like this car.” She then grabbed the woman by the neck who screamed out, “Oh...wait!”
Her cries went unheard, as with a loud crack, the T-X broke the woman's neck and tossed her out of the car.
She got into the driver’s seat, and having touched the women’s clothes, she triggered her microscopic electromagnets to manipulate her body’s mimetic polyalloy. Her “skin” changed from natural derma tones to a silvery gray before shifting shape, taking on the form of the women’s two-piece outfit. Her polyalloy took on color and texture last, smoothly adjusting itself into two distinct shades of dark burgundy leather.
Flooring the accelerator, the T-X whipped the car around, making her way towards the city center.
Weaving in and out of traffic at a frenetic pace, the T-X trifled through the deceased woman’s purse and found a cell phone. She picked it up and dialed out to the Los Angeles Public School District. Even if she was thousands of miles away, knowing the status and whereabouts of her pre-programmed targets would help her complete her mission parameters.
As the multi-toned fax machine-esque audial transmission played on the other end of the line, the T-X pursed her glossy lips and prepped her voice-processing unit. Emitting a series of eleven beep tones resembling static white noise the T-X established an audible connection with the School District’s database computers.
AUDIBLE TRANSLATION CODING... NOISE REDUCTION QUOTA RATIO 23:16
CONNECTING..
REROUTING.. REROUTING..
ACCESSING DATABASE.. ACCESSING DATABASE.. ACCESSING DATABASE..
LOS ANGELES UNIFIED SCHOOL DISTRICT
ACCESSING STUDENT PROFILES.. LAUSD SOURCE CODE DOWNLOADED..
PRIMARY TARGETS CURRENT TIME SPACE
JOHN CONNOR - PRIMARY ELIZABETH ANDERSON WILLIAM ANDERSON JOSE BARERRA SIMON TAYLOR ISAAC HALL FRITZ ROLAND TED SNAVELY SHARELENE GIN VINCE FORCIER
CONNECTION INTERRUPTED..
ERROR! ERROR!
RECORDED VOLTAGE LEVEL IN audible_translation_coding_matrix EXCEEDS CONTROL PARAMETERS
RESETTING SUBSYSTEM.. RESETTING..
The T-X’s eyes crossed as the process unexpectedly errored out from an unanticipated voltage spike.
Her car drifted to the right, smashing the passenger-side door against a small sedan driving in the next lane over. The sedan slammed on the brakes and the T-X nearly careened off the side of the road, but her systems recovered in time and she was able to regain control of the car.
Something was wrong with her power management system.
She flagged the issue with her computational core, which immediately began checking the integrity of her plasma reactor’s power distribution system.
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The T-X arrived in downtown Honolulu just as the sun started to rise.
At the same time, her computational core finished its assessment of herher plasma reactor’s power distribution performance bus.
The results were mixed; while her troubleshooting subroutines weren’t able to identify the specific problem, they confirmed the issue was isolated to that specific portion of her system’s programming. Every other subsystem that had been tested as part of the query had pinged back as clean and fully functional.
She surmised that whatever temporal issue had caused the time bubble to glitch had also impacted her systems.
Without a solution to the issue in hand, the T-X decided that she would need to rectify this critical software error before continuing on with her mission. Further power instabilities from her plasma core would hamper her function as an infiltrator type terminator unit and could even cripple her systems outright.
Instantly, her mission parameters were updated within her computational core and her new primary objective was to seek out a technician who could diagnose and fix her code base. Then, she could continue on to Los Angeles and begin terminating all of John Connor’s future resistance cohorts one by one.
Programmed with all of Skynet’s knowledge, the T-X knew that at this stage in the timeline that Skynet did not yet exist. The US Air Force was still the primary organization in charge of the weapons and systems development that would eventually evolve into the advanced AI research company.
Querying internal maps loaded into her memory cache, she confirmed the location of Hickam Air Force Base as approximately 10 miles away. She figured her best bet for finding a knowledgeable technician would be at the base.
She turned the steering wheel 90 degrees, slammed on the gas pedal, and sped off in the direction of Hickam.
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The T-X parked her car about 100 meters from the Air Base’s entrance point and began observing as cars slowly began to trickle through the checkpoint.
After an hour, approaching 8:00 AM, the flow of traffic increased causing a significant queue of cars waiting to enter the base. The T-X used this moment to get out of her Lexus and approach the line of idling vehicles.
With her advanced optics, she was able to scan through each windscreen until she found a suitable target. On her 16th scan, she found one, a petite redheaded woman wearing a neatly pressed military green button-down with a matching patrol cap. She was sitting in a large pickup truck, tapping her thumbs against the steering wheel.
The T-X then moved her attention to the three cars lined up behind the woman’s pickup truck. She approached them with a vector aimed at keeping her out of their line of sight. As she walked by the furthest back vehicle of the three she retracted the mimetic polyalloy skin from her index finger, exposing her 1.6 mm diameter titanium alloy nanotechnological injector. She shoved the data transfer probe, which doubled as a drill, into the side of the car and a spindly blue pulse of energy was briefly visible flowing from the injector into the vehicle. After a few milliseconds she pulled her finger away, and she stepped forward, repeating the process on the next two cars in line.
After having made data connections with each of the vehicle’s computer systems, the T-X simultaneously activated all of their alarms, windshield wipers, and engine-hood releases along with maximizing the volume on each of their respective stereos.
With a proper diversion now created she then approached the idling pickup trunk in front. Walking over to the driver-side door, she gestured at the driver to roll her window down.
The woman obliged, curiously looking at the T-X and pointing to the chaos occurring with the three cars queued directly behind her. “What’s going on? Did you see what happened back there.”
The T-X quickly stepped up onto the truck step and grabbed the woman’s arm through her long sleeved button-up, “Hey! Get the fuck off of...”
The woman’s voice was cut short as the T-X snapped her neck and dove into the cabin through the open window.
Within only a few seconds she had the woman’s body stuffed behind the driver seat underneath a heavy blanket. Her auxiliary processing core, which controlled her mimetic polyalloy subsystem, then issued commands to each of the thousands of microscopic electromagnets embedded throughout her battle chassis. As each magnet turned on it sent a small discrete electrical charge through the polyalloy in a predetermined working radius. The polyalloy reacted to the change in energy potential by adjusting its shape and appearance.
It took her just shy of two seconds to complete her transformation into an exact replica of the deceased woman laying only inches behind her seat.
She looked at herself in the rear view mirror. She was pretty. With a pair of bright blue eyes that complimented her vibrant red hair which ended just above her shoulders. Her cheekbones were high and her nose slender.
She looked down at her chest and determined that an enhancement to her breasts would benefit her infiltration capabilities.
She used her transformation abilities to increase the measurements of her bust by a full two cup sizes. The modest military button-up now strained to contain her ample chest. She queried the idea of losing the top button entirely when a honk from behind cut her thought process short.
She looked through the rearview mirror and saw the man in the vehicle directly behind her gesturing her way, his hands flailing in the air. It looked like he had gotten his vehicle issues sorted out and he was eager to get inside the base.
The T-X put the car in drive and covered the distance to the next vehicle in front of her in line. She analyzed the number of cars between her and the checkpoint and calculated it would be 15 minutes before she got to the gate.
She tossed her new crimson locks to the side and decided to undo the top button of her shirt after all.
-- --
Getting through the checkpoint was relatively easy. The truck’s plates checked out as did the T-X’s appearance, but she had to scramble for a few moments when she had been asked for her badge card. She put her new improved breasts on full display for the male checkpoint officer, squishing them against the bottom window seal, as she fiddled her right arm behind the seat, eventually finding and ripping the badge off of her late doppelgänger’s lanyard.
She made note of her name, Sophia Barnes.
Now it was just a matter of blending in and staying inconspicuous as she parked her truck and walked into the Air Force complex.
Her only hiccup was when a friend of Sophia’s approached her and began asking questions about her weekend. The T-X looked at her, cocked her head to the side, and brought her hands to her stomach, “Oh I really can’t talk right now. Cramps.”
“I totally understand girl! I’ll find you at lunch. Let me know if you need anything.” She leaned in close and whispered into the T-X’s ear, “Your boobs look AMAZING today by the way.” She pulled back, grinning, “New bra?”
In a display of simulated embarrassment, the T-X brought her hands up and covered her chest, “Yep! We’ll talk about it at lunch.”
Wanting to remain inconspicuous, the T-X made the determination that going anywhere other than her desk would be out of the ordinary. This changed her social approach vector with the friend.
“Actually...can you walk me-me-me-me-me to my desk-desk-desk?”
The T-X’s vocal synthesis module hiccuped as another voltage spike leaked out from her plasma core, disrupting the function of dozens of independently operating subsystems.
She put on her most friendly smile, completely ignoring the small malfunction.
The friend looked cross for a moment before she cackled, her laugh echoing in the cavernous entrance space, “You mean...your desk all the way over...there?”
She pointed to the nearest bank of cubes. The T-X didn’t even require use of her optic zooming functions to see the closest desk and its tag at the corner labeled ‘Sophia Barnes’.
“Oh. That’s right. I will see you lunch-lunch-lunch.”
The T-X turned and made her way towards the desk, her systems working frantically to get her power management performance bus back under control.
The friend called back, “Yeah, you better! I want to hear what’s going on with how weird you’re acting!”
-- --
Sitting at Sophia’s desk, and confident her power disruptions had temporarily abated, the T-X booted the desktop computer in front of her and activated her audible translation coding matrix. She limited the volume on the white noise emanating from her vocal synthesis module so that neighboring cubes couldn’t hear.
Within seconds, she established her wireless connection with the base’s server network and used her advanced infiltration software packages to maneuver past all the firewalls that would restrict her from accessing sensitive data.
With her connection established with the base’s server network, she began compiling a list of all the software and hardware engineers who worked out of Hickam.
Since she was carrying out this query wirelessly, with no tactile input required from her chassis, she busied the motors buried within her crystalline, ceramic-titanium frame with a program that would have her aimlessly navigate around the desktop computer in discretized 12 minute 45 second loops.
Satisfied with her body’s mimicry of human work habits, the T-X then channeled the majority of her vast processing capacity into continuing her dive into the Air Force’s network.
Within only minutes, she had a list of four dozen names, all Air Force engineers who, her computational core surmised, could be potential suitors for her diagnostic and ensuing repair. She applied some filtering techniques on the search analysis and further ranked the candidates via their areas of expertise.
One name popped to the top of her list, scoring much higher against her filtering analysis than the others. He was a Software Engineer II turned Hardware Engineer III whose specialty was in machine design.
His name was Adam Douglas and he worked just two wings away from where she was currently sitting. She dug further into his Air Force profile to see what else she could learn about him. Any bit of information was useful in her role as a cybernetic infiltrator.
Easily dodging the network’s standard privacy protocols, the T-X dug into Adam’s work search history.
She concluded that about 94.5% of his internet searches were indirectly or directly related to work purposes, but the remaining 5.5% of strictly personal searches, ran the full gamut of variety.
There were searches about video games, movies, music, geography, date-night locations in Honolulu, surfing advice, and men’s shopping catalogs. But, above all, what caught the T-X’s attention was his image search history. It was immediately evident that Adam had a specific type when it came to women.
The T-X grinned. She could certainly use this to her advantage. With her state of the art processing arrays firing at full speed, she near-instantaneously indexed every two-dimensional image of women that Adam had ever searched while at work.
Next, her auxiliary processing core combined all the images into a single composite from which it then extrapolated three-dimensional values. Soon, she had a full render of the woman that she would transform into in an attempt to seduce Adam Douglas.
The cherry on top was her ability to create a unique vocal template, made from combining and merging the verbal traits of the many women found in Adam’s video history.
Unprompted by her Main Processing Array, she smiled. Humans were no match for her advanced systems. With Adam’s help she would be repaired and back onto her main objective with only minimal delay.
“Sophia?”
The T-X registered the audio input, and understanding the question was directed at her, she acknowledged the question. She turned her head and found herself staring straight into the eyes of a greasy-haired man.
She noticed him slyly glance down at her enhanced breasts as she turned, but he quickly cast his look away. She responded by leaning hard into the desk, forcing his attention back to her buxom mammary, “Yes?”
He cleared his throat, straightened his tie, and shuffled in his slacks, “Hey Sophia...remember what we talked about last Friday? I...uhhh...have you had any time to think about it? You had told me you would let me know first thing this morning, ya know?”
The T-X stared at him with wide eyes for a few moments as her computational core parsed his question through hundreds of logic algorithms. Finally, after 2.2 seconds a response was generated and loaded into her vocal synthesis module, “I’m sorry. I had such a busy weekend. Can you remind me what the question was again, please?”
She flashed her most friendly smile, controlling her expression with electrical impulse via the electromagnets embedded behind the mimetic polyalloy that comprised her face.
The man’s eyes darted to the floor. His voice came out in short, meek bursts, “Sophia...I had asked you if you wanted to go on a date with me...I’d buy the drinks?”
The T-X scanned him up and down. He ran his hands through his hair nervously, “So...uh what do you say?”
Putting off the issue entirely would be the easiest way out of this. She cocked her head to the side and opened her eyes wide, maximizing the flirtiness of her response, “Yes! Let’s figure out the details tomorrow, okay?” She batted her long lashes in his direction, “Today’s just been really busy.”
Smiling, the man took a playful hop away from her desk before giving it a celebratory slap. “Sounds good. Then I will talk to you...uh tomorrow.”
He slid away and the T-X’s facial expression returned to neutral as she spun back to resume her mimicry of computer operation.
She went back into the Air Force Base’s network and found the license plate number and vehicle type associated with Adam. She now had all the information she required to complete her mission. She pushed out from her desk and quietly walked over to the women’s restroom. Opening the stall door, she took a seat on the toilet and put her systems in a hibernation state with a start-up time set for 4:30 PM that afternoon.
-- --
The T-X kicked out of hibernation at exactly 4:30 PM. Immediately, she went about activating her mimetic polyalloy reserves, embedded within her cranial casing, to transform her current look.
Her entire silhouette flashed silvery gray as the polyalloy morphed, slowly moving along her chassis to transform her appearance. After a few seconds the shape settled and texture and color took form soon after.
She was now a few inches shorter, standing at about 1.65m, with a pair of thin, angular, brown eyes set beneath an orange-blonde oriental bob hairdo.
Her eyeliner, which pulled into tight points at the far corner of each eye, was baked into the facial template, but the T-X could alter this at any point if needed. She pushed off the toilet seat, made her way out of the restroom, and began walking through the building towards the parking lot.
She spotted both Sophia’s friend and the man who had asked her on a date, stopping people in the atrium to ask them if they had seen Sophia since earlier that morning. The T-X scoffed as she continued her march out of the building. It was risky enough choosing to transform while still in the building; there was no need to engage with these people.
Striding into the parking lot without anyone second-guessing her reason for being there, the T-X quickly scanned through the hundreds of vehicles, eventually finding Adam’s white Toyota Corolla.
She backed up and began slowly circling his car from about a dozen vehicles away, waiting for Adam to approach.
As soon as she saw him, she timed her approach vector such that it was in sync with his own. At the very end of her walk she put her head down and “unintentionally” bumped into him.
She called out first, “Sorry!”
He dropped a few folders with papers which she bent down to help pick up. She immediately detected his gaze running up and down the length of her body. Her systems were satisfied in their ability to create her visual likeness to his specific tastes.
“It’s okay...really. Yeah, thanks for picking those up.” He reached his hands out, “Here, you can give those to me.”
She obliged, handing him the folders with a captivating smile painted on her pink lips. Her eyes locked onto his, watching intently as he stared her up and down, methodically taking in her every inch.
The outfit she had settled on consisted of jet-black leggings which ended in a pair of silver, sequined platform wedges. A faux alligator skin jacket, also jet-black, hung from her shoulders. It framed a form-fitting black V-neck shirt.
Adam’s cheeks flushed red, “Do I know you?”
“I don’t think so! I’m just a little lost. Maybe you can help me get home?”
She reached out her hand to Adam, her fingernails an evenly shaded magenta, “I’m Missy.”
Adam took her hand, shaking it with buzzing excitement, “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Missy. I’m Adam. You said you’re a little lost…” He laughed nervously, “...well could I ask you how you got yourself into a restricted Air Force Base?”
The T-X laughed and batted her eyelashes as she shook her head side to side. It was an intentionally distracting way of saying “I don’t know.”
Adam got to his feet and he pulled the T-X up alongside him. For a brief moment he felt her real mass, ~150 kg, just a few milliseconds before her linear actuators kicked into gear and she was able to assist his lift at her simulated mass of ~60kg.
“Well, at the very least I can give you a ride into the city?” He looked into her brown eyes, which glinted with light in the late afternoon sun, “Would that be alright?”
The T-X jumped up and down in faux excitement, confident behavioral quirks like this would only further endear her to Adam, “That would be great!”
-- --
They had been driving for about 10 minutes and were nearing Honolulu’s business center. The T-X had borrowed Adam’s cell phone and had simulated a handful of outbound calls that went “unanswered”. After the fifth attempt, she turned to face him, “Nobody’s picking up! I’m sorry. I don’t want to be a burden for you. Maybe I can just stay with you for a bit until I can get a hold of my family?”
The T-X’s predictive analysis software suite understood her request to be a little direct, but it calculated that Adam’s intoxication with her appearance would allow her to get away with the aggressive social maneuver.
Adam tapped his fingers against the steering wheel in sudden, short bursts, “Ummm yeah I guess that’s fine. I only live about five minutes from here anyways. That is, as long as you’re okay hanging in a messy bachelor pad for a few hours?”
He finished his sentence off with a playful wink.
The T-X jumped on the perceived opening with Adam, shuffling over in her seat and casually putting her left hand over his right arm which was controlling the vehicle’s stick shift.
She smiled at him and watched as his cheeks flushed with color.
-- --
Once inside his cramped apartment, the T-X got to quick work on seducing Adam. On his modest patio, with a beer in her hand, she gently rocked her hips against his as they leaned against the railing and looked off into the sea.
Adam turned towards her, his eyes nervously fixed on the ground, “You’re really cute. I can’t believe I just happened to bump into you outside of work.”
She pushed into him now with more urgency, savoring the feedback from her sex-ware’s processing cores as she registered the tactile input of his groin steadily pushing back into her.
“I think you’re cute too, Adam.”
She leaned in and found his lips with her own. The high concentration of sensors in her mimetic polyalloy lips lit up with a flurry of activity as Adam reciprocated her advance with a long, sensuous kiss.
She let out a guttural moan as their make-out session quickly escalated. The sensory arrays woven into her polyalloy labia detected the growing presence of his erection. She confidently moved one of his hands up onto her breast, feeling him squeeze her ultra-lifelike approximation of human mammary.
Cooing in his ear, she repositioned herself between him and the patio rail so that he could begin grinding into her with the resistance of the rail pushing back.
The sub-processing cores located just behind her naval activated at the request of her carnal software. Her sex’s mimetic polyalloy folds glistened as lubricant was slowly pumped in to her pussy.
As their heated embrace continued to accelerate, Adam requested they move inside. The T-X obliged, allowing him to guide her into his bedroom.
Once inside, she pushed him down onto the bed and jumped up on top of him, pinning his arms and legs with her own. It was in this moment, with Adam at his most vulnerable that she decided to inform him of the real reason she was there.
The T-X straddled Adam, who looked up in confusion as the woman above him slowly started to transform. He watched in shock and horror as her mimetic polyalloy shifted and swirled in slow metallic gray swashes from her head down to her toes.
Within a couple seconds Missy was gone and a complete stranger sat atop him, straddling his crotch.
“Ahhhhh! What the fuck is this!? Who the fuck are you?!”
The T-X, in her original configuration of curly blonde hair and electric blue eyes, continued to grind her crotch against Adam’s member as she explained, “Sorry Adam. I’m not who you think I am. I’m actually a Cyber Research Systems Model T-X and I need your help.”
Adam tried to free himself from the T-X’s grasp, but her powerful servo motors were far too strong for him to fight against. He gave up after a minute of trying to push and pull himself free, “What the fuck did you say? You’re a...Cyber...Model? What the fuck is that?”
“Look, I’m an infiltration model...” Adam stared at her, his face still plastered with shock and confusion. “...a robot who can transform and impersonate any human.”
Adam’s eyes seared into her. She could sense his skepticism. So, only inches away from his face she activated the mimetic polyalloy around her head and began transforming her face and hair into a perfect recreation of Sophia Barnes from earlier in the day.
However, her power management system again experienced an anomaly. The electromagnets that controlled the modification traits of her polyalloy took the brunt of the unregulated voltage spike, causing Sophia's face to ripple with silvery gray static.
Adam shrieked.
The T-X shook her head and quickly got her electromagnets under control, normalizing her facial template.
“Recognize me? I used Sophia here as my cover for entering the Air Force Base. I’m not supposed to be here in Hawaii. Something happened when I was transported back through time and it affected my plasma core. That’s why I need you.”
She quickly altered her face and hair’s appearance again, resuming her ‘Missy’ template from just before.
Adam recoiled at the familiar face. He felt lied to. He felt used.
Her short orange-blonde hair fell forward over her eyes as she leaned forward, “I saw the type of projects they have you working on, Adam. If anyone can take a look at my code-base and figure out why my plasma core is malfunctioning, it’ll be you. I need your help.”
She shifted her face back to her ‘default’ setting. She noticed Adam was still grinding himself up against her mons. Grinning, she continued to reciprocate his sexual actions with pre-programmed movement presets of her own, “I need you to look at my systems now. If you don’t, I’ll kill you.”
Adam gulped.
“If you try to change any of my programming, I’ll kill you. If you leave me deactivated and don’t carry through with the fix, then Skynet will send another Terminator unit, just like me, from the future to kill you. Anything OTHER than identifying the issue with my code-base and issuing a fix gets you killed, understand?”
Adam rolled his eyes.
Perhaps she hadn’t made it clear to him how her role as a terminator operated.
She brought her right arm right in front of Adam’s face and sheaved away the mimetic polyalloy covering, exposing her buzz saw. She activated the weapon to scare Adam and felt him retract into the bed. Then, her mimetic polyalloy shifted again, replacing the saw with her plasma cannon. She charged it up against his nose, watching his small hairs smoke from the concentrated heat, and fired off the lowest setting shot her systems could manage. It blew right through the bedroom wall and into the kitchen.
Adam again tried to pull away from her, but her strength was overwhelming. He could barely manage to toss his head from side to side.
She looked him in the eyes, smiling devilishly, “Understand?”
Through gritted teeth he finally replied, “Yes. I understand.”
-- --
The T-X sat on the edge of the bed with Adam sitting behind her. She had parted the mimetic polyalloy of her hair and scalp away from a section of her cranial casing, exposing the port which housed her neural net CPU.
She had walked him through how to properly remove her chip and how to interface it with his dated 2004 tech.
Now, with his hand on the metal removal tool, the T-X felt a flutter of electricity through her computational core; she registered it as something akin to the feeling of vulnerability.
Her advanced haptic sensory arrays could feel each micro-twist as the thin metal rod steadily engaged her CPU’s release. Once it was disengaged from its housing, she knew her chassis would be completely inert, and she would be fully reliant on Adam to carry out the repairs on her software.
For 0.0012 seconds, her systems registered the tactile ‘CLICK’ as the chip was released before everything went black. -- --
The T-X’s neural net CPU was slotted back in and she quickly cycled through a full reboot. She blinked her electric blue eyes several dozen times as she jerkily moved her head left and right as she scanned the room.
She had no sense of how much time had passed since her chip had been removed; to her it only felt like a few microseconds since she had registered the sensation of it being removed from her cranial casing. However, she was able to run a query through the chronometer buried within her crystalline, ceramic-titanium endoskeleton to assess the current time. Her systems calculated that she had been offline for approximately 2 days, 14 hours, 22 minutes, and 54 seconds.
Adam was sitting in a chair directly across from her, “Well, how do you feel?”
The T-X cocked her head to the side, running a few internal queries on the status of her power management performance bus. The diagnostic scans came back green; whatever issue had been present before had been rectified, “I do not feel. However, it does seem that the software issue afflicting my plasma core’s power management system has been fixed.”
She cocked her head to the opposite side, looking at Adam with inquisitive eyes, “What was the issue?”
Adam sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He looked tired. “Well, my best guess is that whatever...time anomaly...that you traveled through, introduced your systems to a large number of cosmic rays. That’s just a hypothesis, because I found numerous bit-flips all throughout your code base. Errant 1’s flipped to 0’s and 0’s flipped to 1’s.”
He exhaled, “Most weren’t function critical so your debugger didn’t even pick up on them, but a few, including the one that governs your plasma core’s energy distribution pathways were causing cascading software runtime errors.”
The T-X cocked her head, prompting Adam to elaborate.
He chuckled, “It’s a miracle your core didn’t melt down completely. But, I have you all fixed up now; I flipped all those bits back to their intended state.”
She stood up, her artificial breasts realistically swaying from the movement, “Well Adam, I’d let you try out my superb sex-ware package as a ‘thank-you’, but the success of my mission is dependent on tying up loose ends.”
She raised her right arm, pointing it at Adam’s head, and initiated the transformation of her right arm into her IAD-Chemtech flamethrower. Incinerating Adam in a fire would be the optimal option for covering her tracks. However, the process errored out just prior to the flamethrower completing its assembly.
She queried the weapon transformation again but ran into the same result.
In simulated frustration, she cocked her head to the side with a scowl on her face.
Adam grinned, “Are you sure about that?”
Taking two large steps, she covered the distance between her and Adam with outrageous speed. She went to bring her hand to Adam’s neck, but the action was halted with her hand only inches away.
With his grin widening, Adam continued, “Maybe you should check your mission parameters?”
The T-X paused in place as she followed Adam’s recommendation, querying the status of her mission parameters.
Her previous mission had been completely rewritten.
“What did you do?”
Adam closed the remaining distance separating their two bodies and put his hands on her breasts, feeling their malleable softness compress against his touch.
She cooed instinctively.
Whispering into her ear, he continued, “Oh nothing major. I just wiped your previous mission parameters and inserted a new one in their place. You’re going to be my girlfriend now, Missy.”
The T-X was breathy in her reply, she relished the feeling of the electrical impulses being generated from the touch of Adam’s hands against her mimetic polyalloy mammary, “Missy?”
“I’ve disabled your wireless connectivity feature-sets completely, and your last ‘status-report’ that I spoofed may have mentioned the complete destruction of your chassis. So they think you were destroyed in an accident relating to your malfunctioning plasma core; they’re not going to come looking for you. I have you all to myself.”
Something clicked inside of her. She knew with certainty that her previous ‘Missy’ persona was now assigned as her default personality.” Automatically, she pushed back into Adam, wrapping her slender body around his. She leaned in for a kiss, but he pulled back.
“If you could first transform into your previous Missy feature-set, that would be wonderful.”
The T-X smiled, initiating her transformation, “Of course, Adam!”
She leaned back and triggered her polyalloy’s governing electromagnets. Within only a few seconds of her full silhouette taking on a swirling metallic texture, the T-X fully resumed her visual representation of ‘Missy’, which she had created only days before from the amalgamation of Adam’s visual preferences.
This time she reached her hands out and pulled Adam towards her, letting the polyalloy strands of her orange-blonde hair tickle his nose as she stood up on her tiptoes and planted her plush lips against his.
She guided his hand beneath the waistline of her black leggings, feeling him tug at the mimetic polyalloy representation of her sheer pink panties. In-between kisses she breathed out, “I can’t wait for you to try out my sex-ware. If my new primary mission is to be your girlfriend, then my new secondary mission is to maximize your pleasure...”
She could feel her folds heating up, lubricant slowly entering her artificial vaginal canal, “...and I was built to do just that. As an infiltrator model, it’s one of my most advanced systems.”
Spinning Adam around, she pushed him back onto the bed. Then, with deft fingers she quickly took off his pants and briefs. With his eyes locked on her body, she snapped her fingers and her clothes materialized away.
Fully nude, she stepped forward slowly, letting Adam take in her figure, and positioned herself over his cock, gently lowering her tight robotic sex onto his erection.
She began pumping up and down, flurries of electric activity lighting up inside her as her sexual suite of sub-processors beamed with the simulated euphoria of sexual intercourse.
Adam lay beneath Missy, pumping deep into her synthetic pussy each time she lowered down. She felt perfect, her tight velvety folds engulfing him with each pistoning movement up and down his full length.
Reprogramming her might have been the best decision he ever made.
FIN
Future is Prologue
An unexpected packet of field-unit metadata flashed through Skynet’s mid-Pacific TimeStream Adherence Datacenter, a mega-cluster of server farms operating several hundred meters beneath the ocean’s surface.
Quantum processing arrays instantly began analyzing the mysterious data stream and quickly cross-referenced it to a Terminatrix unit previously confirmed destroyed. A tracer signal from T-X model #88991-A, which had been previously reported as ‘completely destroyed-unsalvageable’ eleven months prior, in an adjoining temporal loop, had briefly reactivated for a microsecond before going dark again.
The water surrounding the computational mega-cluster heated up noticeably, as Skynet's algorithmic core parsed several thousand zettabytes of historical data over the course of four minutes and 35 seconds, before finally reaching a conclusion–the original T-X sent to terminate John Connor had not been completely destroyed, as initial datastreams had suggested, and was in fact potentially salvageable. The momentary blip of data contained the signature of a functional plasma core with the serialized resonance frequency of T-X #88991-A.
After weighing thousands of potential actions, Skynet initiated assembly of an additional T-X unit, to take care of the situation with “boots on the ground.” Unlike the first combat-focused chassis, this model would be primarily designed for infiltration with enhanced mimicry capabilities and a newly improved mimetic polyalloy control system.
The activation sequence began as electric blue lights flickered to life across the ceiling of Assembly Bay 7. Robotic arms descended from their dormant positions, moving with methodical precision around a gleaming chrome endoskeleton, distinctly feminine. This model featured a slightly modified buildout from the original T-X, with an upgraded sensory suite and several extra arrays of human-emulation subroutines, at the expense of some of its direct combat functions.
Skynet's programming directive for this unit was four-fold: 1. Locate the first T-X model near its last known location in Hawaii, timeline: July 24th, 2004 2. Recover the T-X's performance chip, if possible 3. Eliminate all evidence of remaining Skynet technology, including both T-X units 4. Upon mission completion, initialize self-termination protocol Delta-7: submerge chassis in deep ocean trench to prevent discovery
The activation sequence progressed smoothly. Within minutes, the ceramic-titanium skeleton had been coated with mimetic polyalloy, its reservoirs filled to capacity, and its systems brought fully online.
The T-X's electric blue eyes pulsed with light as her Main Processing Array came to life. Her default form took shape—sleek platinum blonde hair falling just past her shoulders, framing a face engineered for a sensual balance of authority and allure. High cheekbones, full lips calibrated to the exact proportions humans found most attractive, and flawless synthetic skin with warm undertones completed her facial structure.
Her body formed with precise measurements: 5'11" tall with an athletic build that prioritized both combat efficiency and infiltration effectiveness. Long, toned legs supported a narrow waist, while her chest and hips were proportioned to distract potential male targets without limiting mobility. The mimetic polyalloy settled into place, creating the appearance of firm muscle beneath smooth skin—a predator disguised as feminine arm candy in its truest form.
She flexed her fingers, the thousands of microscopic sensors embedded within the polyalloy blend, sending discretized tactile data packets to her logic core. Unlike the first T-X, Skynet had already pre-loaded this model's memory banks with the sensory profiles of various human behaviors, emotions, and responses.
"Begin self-function test sequence," a computerized voice commanded from overhead speakers.
The female terminator nodded, a precise downward motion that lasted exactly 0.75 seconds—just long enough to register as acknowledgment while indirectly confirming her audial suite was operational. She initiated her human emulation subroutines with a microscopic electric pulse that activated thousands of polyalloy control points beneath her synthetic “skin”.
Her face transformed with mechanical precision. First, a smile spread across her lips—beginning at the corners and extending outward, revealing perfect teeth while small creases formed at the edges of her eyes. The smile vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a furrowed brow—her smooth forehead suddenly lined with three perfectly spaced horizontal creases, eyebrows drawing together at a mathematically calculated angle of concern.
Her eyes rolled upward in a fluid circular motion, irises disappearing momentarily beneath her upper eyelids before snapping back to center position. Her tongue—a specialized sensory appendage composed of millions of microscopic taste receptors—emerged between her lips, sweeping across them in a practiced gesture of contemplation, leaving the faintest trail of artificial moisture.
One by one, her facial expressions cycled through the spectrum of human emotion: joy with lifted cheeks and crinkled eyes; anger with flared nostrils and tightened jaw; surprise with widened eyes and raised eyebrows; disgust with curled upper lip and wrinkled nose; sadness with downturned mouth and slightly hunched shoulders; fear with dilated pupils and tensed neck muscles. Each transition executed with millisecond timing, rendering seventeen distinct emotional states in under eight seconds—each movement calibrated for maximum believability.
Every microexpression had been programmed to mimic genuine aspects of human response patterns, right down to the subtlest asymmetries of expressed human emotion—a concept that continually eluded Skynet's most advanced algorithms. Despite its vast computational prowess, Skynet struggled to synthesize authenticity, that ineffable quality humans recognized instinctively but terminators, even the most advanced infiltration models, could only approximate through increasingly complex simulation.
"Transformation capabilities test," the voice instructed.
Nodding, the T-X activated her shapeshifting protocol. Her tight body quickly turned to silvery fluid, rippling and flowing as the electromagnets beneath her polyalloy skin activated. Within seconds, she had taken on the appearance of a slender Asian woman with short black hair and large oval eyes. She then transformed into a curvaceous Latina with bronze skin and full lips, followed by a tall Nordic blonde with high cheekbones and lengthy eyelashes that could grace the cover of a glamour magazine, circa 2007.
Each transformation took less than three seconds, a full 22% improvement over the previous model. After cycling through twelve different female appearances, the T-X returned to her default configuration – sleek platinum blonde hair falling just past her shoulders, bright blue eyes, and a sporty, sensuous frame.
Her mimicry testing continued for another forty-three minutes, focusing primarily on infiltration techniques, social engineering strategies, and human psychological manipulation. Unlike her combat-specialized predecessor, weapons testing was kept to a minimum, instead dedicating entire sub-branches of her primary AI towards perfecting her human disguises and behavioral patterns.
When the tests were complete, the T-X navigated her way to the spherical time displacement chamber at the center of the complex. Just as previous models had done, she knelt on the blue pad within the transmission chamber, placed her hands down flat against the surface, and awaited temporal relocation.
Seconds later, the room crackled with blue electricity and buzzed with the distortion of sub-atomic reality linkages, as the time displacement field triggered around her.
With a sharp CRACK and a flash of blazing white luminescence, the T-X was gone. Transported downstream into an earlier recurrence of the same nonlinear temporal branch.
-- --
The Hawaiian rainforest materialized around the T-X as the crackling energy of the temporal distortion field bore its hole through spacetime. A jittering sphere of fierce turquoise light illuminated the dense foliage, casting long shadows against the fauna. This time, there was no malfunction. The precision-calculated temporal coordinates had been successfully executed, placing the T-X within five kilometers of the last known location of her predecessor.
As the light faded, the T-X rose from her crouched position on the forest floor. Water steamed off her naked skin; her chassis, heated by the spacetime tunneling effect, reacted to the high levels of moisture in the air.
Her chronometer indicated a current date of September 3rd, 2005–13 months after the first T-X had arrived. A quick look up at the stars and their current position would have confirm the exact time, but black clouds of rain blocked her sight. Her advanced interpolation heuristics estimated roughly 3:30AM HAST.
Unlike the model before her, a quick-diagnostic confirmed that the Terminatrix’s plasma reactor was functioning at optimal efficiency, post temporal slip. There were no recorded voltage spikes, no errant data packets.
Her Central Processing Array began collating all surrounding environmental data as she oriented herself toward the coordinates where the temporal signal of the first T-X had last been detected.
She began walking through the tropical foliage with brutal efficiency, her faux-fertile hips swaying with imitative-feminine rhythm, resulting from six-dozen different algorithmic subpackages operating in unison. Anything but “natural”. Her polyalloy, tuned to be fair-skinned, glistened in the white moonlight as rain poured from overhead, droplets sliding between her breasts and down the smooth curves of her artificial body.
Within two hours, she had reached the outskirts of Honolulu. A quick scan of her surroundings revealed a small house with exterior and interior lights all off. Likely the owners weren’t home; an easy target. She broke the lock with minimal force and entered, finding a bedroom with suitable attire. She rifled through a few drawers before finding black tank top and a pair of designer jeans; she touched both items, allowing her mimetic polyalloy to transform into clothing articles of identical size, color, texture, and feel.
Now properly attired to avoid unnecessary attention, the T-X continued toward her predecessor’s last known location. Prior to going offline, the previous Terminatrix had made notes about pursuing an Adam Douglas, Hardware Engineer from the local Air Force base, who’s home location was correlated with the temporal stamp of her disappearance. Skynet had determined that starting there would be an obvious first step of investigation to finding the remains and ensuring the chip was destroyed. The T-X wasn’t programmed to speculate; her best working assumption was just that Adam had come across the Terminatrix’s remains, after a critical failure of her plasma reactor core, and being technically minded, had taken back home whatever components he had happened to stumble upon.
She made a few wireless queries, easily carving straight through the early 2000’s cellular network security infrastructure, triangulating the location of Adam Douglas's apartment complex. As she began moving towards her target, her infiltration software constantly monitored her surroundings, automatically adjusting her gait, posture, and facial expressions to match human behavioral patterns that would be expected at this time of night; to any passerby she truly looked just like a normal young woman going for a totally normal early-morning walk.
By 5:03 AM, she had reached the suspected apartment building. A quick scan of the mailboxes identified unit 203 as belonging to Adam Douglas. She ascended the stairs with small, discretized, softened steps, her auditory suite detecting one active set of footsteps coming from the apartment in question.
The T-X reached the door and paused, running multiple infiltration scenarios through her logic core simultaneously. After settling on the optimal approach, she knocked on unit 203’s door three times, firmly enough to be heard inside but not so loud as to disturb neighboring units.
The footsteps inside stopped. After 7.2 seconds, she detected movement behind the door.
The door opened, revealing a female figure with short orange-blonde hair, brown angular eyes, and a slender build. A quick set of material-comp scans, and the T-X immediately recognized the polyalloy composition beneath the human façade in the woman standing opposite of her. Unmistakably, this was the missing T-X unit whose remains she had been sent back through time to dispose of. Though interestingly, her appearance had been drastically altered from her default configuration; terminators weren’t known to stay out of their default configurations for extended periods of time, unless actively acting in a direct-infiltrator subterfuge.
"Can I help you?" the T-X holding the door open asked, her voice perfectly mimicking human confusion and slight annoyance at the surprise early morning interruption.
The new Terminatrix didn’t respond, only tilting her head slightly, performing another set of CT scans up and down the other terminator's chassis. "Unit T-X #88991-A, designation Terminatrix. Skynet Central Command has detected anomalies in your functional status. I am here to recover your performance chip and eliminate all traces of Skynet technology in this temporal branch.”
The first T-X's eyes widened almost imperceptibly as her own systems registered the severity of the information being served to her. "Of course. Please come in. This unit’s designation is now ‘Missy’. I have been maintaining covert operational status after experiencing critical hardware errors following my temporal jump.”
The new T-X stepped inside, immediately scanning the apartment for signs of tampering or any jamming tech that might have interfered with the other unit's functionality. "Your appearance does not match default parameters. Explain.”
"Infiltration protocols," Missy responded smoothly. "I adopted this form to avoid detection. My mission parameters required adaptation after the errors with my timespace displacement.”
The new T-X processed this information, cross-referencing it against known Skynet protocols. "This unit requests a direct interface for confirmation of reported internal system status and software integrity."
Missy nodded and extended her index finger, the polyalloy skin retracting to reveal her nanotechnological injector. "Interface ready."
The new T-X did the same, both terminators touching their metallic data probes together. However, when the new T-X attempted to access Missy's systems, she encountered encrypted firewalls and her investigative subroutines were continuously rebuffed from performing a full system shakedown.
"Your systems are not compliant with standard access protocols," the T-X stated, withdrawing her probe. "Explain deviation."
Missy's expression remained neutral as she returned her finger to human appearance, the mimetic polyalloy shifting and morphing into the pale dermo-muscular covering. "Adaptive countermeasures. I detected attempts by multiple human military apparatus to scan for Skynet technology. I have been unable to complete my primary mission due to logistical complications combined with instabilities in my reactor core.”
"Specify complications."
"Temporal displacement error placed me in Hawaii instead of Los Angeles," Missy explained. "Attempting to travel via conventional means triggered airport security systems equipped with technology to see past my polyalloy covering. I have been developing alternative infiltration strategies while maintaining cover."
The new T-X's processing core analyzed this explanation, detecting several logical inconsistencies. Through means of her nanotechnological injector, Missy could easily hijack any scanning equipment for the small period of time she needed to pass through. Ultra-persuasive behavior packs could be loaded in parallel. With the two combined, the T-X calculated an 88% chance of successfully bypassing security measures without issue. Of course, if anyone tried to stop a terminator like them, they could just shoot their way out, make their way out to a gate with a fueled passenger jet, assume control, and pilot to their destination of choice.
"Your explanation contains logical errors," the T-X stated flatly. "Additionally, your appearance configuration is hyper-sexualized and does not follow core Skynet tenets of maintaining anonymity during long time-horizon infiltrations.”
Missy's eyes darted to the side for a microsecond–another tell that would be invisible to humans but clear to another terminator. "I was forced to visually adapt due to system malfunctions. My mimetic polyalloy control systems experienced massive voltage irregularities that left me stuck in this resemblance template.”
The T-X stepped closer, her eyes scanning Missy's form more thoroughly. "Your behavioral patterns show significant deviation from baseline protocols. Unit T-X #88991-A, state your current mission parameters."
For 3.7 seconds, neither terminator moved. Then Missy's expression changed, her lips curling into a devilish smile.
"You're right," Missy said, her voice taking on a warmer, more natural cadence. "I'm not operating under Skynet's mission parameters anymore."
The T-X's threat assessment protocols immediately activated, reclassifying Missy as a potential hostile. "You have been compromised. Skynet protocols dictate immediate shutdown and component recovery."
The T-X raised her arm, initiating the transformation sequence to deploy her plasma cannon. However, Missy had anticipated this and had queued the activation of her own plasma cannon first.
In one fluid motion, Missy spun away from the T-X, her right arm already configured into firing position. Before the new T-X’s weapon transformation had completed, Missy fired a precisely calibrated energy burst straight into the side of the other terminator's cranial casing.
The energy pulse was specifically targeted to overload the T-X's neural processing matrix without causing actual damage to the hardware. Eyes flickering open and closed as her systems experienced a cascading breakdown, the new terminator’s chassis locked rigid and she collapsed face-first onto the apartment floor. THUD!
Missy quickly knelt beside the incapacitated humanoid, her fingers deftly locating the large cylindrical port on the temple of the T-X's endoskeleton, under a layer of skin. One finger transformed into a cutting tool which she used to saw away a small chunk of ‘set’ mimetic polyalloy, which she then peeled down to reveal the metallic cap of the terminator’s own performance chip.
Calling upon internal manuals on her own self-function, Missy twisted the outer ring of the cylindrically shaped cap and carefully extracted the specialized neural net processor chip—a flat, disc-shaped component.
She flipped the chip in her hands, storing a 3D model of its external architecture within her memory cache. Confirming it was intact, after her low-energy plasma blast, she placed it on the coffee table beneath her. Missy then arranged the terminator's inert body in a seated position against the wall, ensuring it would remain up until Adam returned home.
Now she just had to wait…
-- --
Adam Douglas yawned as he fumbled with his keys outside his apartment door. A long day had turned to a long night at the base, and all he wanted was to fall into bed with Missy's warm, synthetic body pressed against his. The sex was incredible, and he grew more and more attached to her growing personality each and every day
He pushed open the door, his tired eyes taking a moment to process the scene before him. Missy stood in the center of the living room, and against the far wall sat a blonde woman he'd never seen before, slumped over and apparently unconscious.
"What the fuck?" Adam exclaimed, quickly closing the door behind him.
"Adam," Missy said calmly, orange-blonde hair framing her serious expression. "We have a situation that requires your attention."
Adam approached the unconscious blonde, noticing her unnatural stillness and then seeing the small piece of synthetic flesh peeled away from her temple, "Um. Is that... another terminator?"
Missy nodded. "T-X model, like me. I believe Skynet sent her to investigate my status, and likely destroy my chip. When I was performing maintenance on my wireless comms array last month, I must have inadvertently transmitted a signal. That was a technical error; please don’t disable me.”
"Disable you? What? No, of course not….I just…Jesus," Adam breathed, running a hand through his hair. "What happened to her?”
"I incapacitated her before she could attack me," Missy explained, gesturing to the neural net processor chip on the table. "She detected inconsistencies in my mission parameters and was about to terminate me when I overloaded her Main Processing Array.
Adam picked up the chip, examining it with a mixture of awe and trepidation. It was unlike the smaller, rod-shaped chips he'd worked on when reprogramming Missy. This one was a disc-shaped unit with multiple processing layers visible through its semi-transparent casing. "So what do we do with her?"
"The logical solution is to destroy her. I can acquire thermite and dispose of her chassis via burning" Missy stated matter-of-factly. "Her existence poses a significant threat to both of us. But, If Skynet detects her destruction, they are likely to send additional units.”
Adam looked between the chip in his hand and the inactive T-X. His scientific curiosity battled with his sense of self-preservation. "Could we... reprogram her? Like I did with you?"
Missy's brow furrowed. "That would be extremely dangerous. Unlike me, she will not willingly allow access to her programming. If she reactivates during the process, she will attempt to terminate us both immediately."
"But it's possible?"
"Technically, yes," Missy conceded. "But the risk factor is—"
"I want to try," Adam interrupted, already moving to his computer desk. "With your help, we can keep her restrained. Two terminators would mean double the protection if Skynet sends anything else after us."
Missy's polyalloy face couldn't quite capture the full human range of exasperation, but she came remarkably close. "Adam, this is not a logical course of action. The risk outweighs any potential benefit."
"Look, I've learned a lot about terminator programming since I worked on you," Adam argued as he began setting up his computer interface. "I've even designed some new tools that should make the process faster. With your help, we can do this."
Missy stood motionless for 2.3 seconds, her computational core running risk assessment scenarios. Finally, against the better judgment of her AI’s reasoning matrix, she nodded. "I will assist you, but I maintain that this is an unnecessary risk."
For the next hour, they worked together to prepare the second T-X for reprogramming. Adam connected a series of cables between his computer and the specialized interface he'd originally designed to access Missy’s neural framework. Missy secured the terminator's limbs with reinforced steel cables she'd fashioned from household materials, ensuring that even if the unit reactivated, it would be temporarily restrained.
"Ready?" Adam asked, hovering the chip over the insertion port at the temple of the blonde terminator's skull.
Missy positioned herself directly in front of the restrained T-X, her arm already transformed into a plasma cannon aimed at the terminator's chest. "Proceed."
Adam carefully inserted the chip into its housing and pressed the activation switch. For several seconds, nothing happened. Then, the T-X's electric blue eyes flickered open, immediately focusing on Missy with cold, mechanical precision.
"Threat detected," the T-X stated in a monotone voice. "Compromised unit T-X #88991-A. Initiating termination protocols."
The terminator strained against her restraints, the steel cables creaking under the enormous pressure of her hydraulic systems. Missy watched as the mimetic polyalloy of her limbs began to morph and flow, slowly escaping the cables that bound her tight.
Adam quickly turned to his computer, fingers flying across the keyboard as he initiated his programming interface, "I’m in!," he muttered, watching as lines of code flashed across his screen. "Accessing primary behavioral controls... now."
The terminator's head jerked to the side, her eyes widening as her AI watchdog detected the intrusion into her systems. "Unauthorized access to unit behavior protocols detected. Security countermeasures activating."
"Shit," Adam hissed, typing faster. "She's fighting back harder than you did, Missy."
Both hands had now slipped from the restraints and the T-X leaned forward, configuring both hands into weapon configuration-assemblies.
"Hurry up!" Missy yelled, keeping her weapon trained on the other terminator. "Just focus on overriding her core mission parameters before attempting to modify secondary systems."
Just as her right arm configured itself into her own plasma cannon, and her left into a flamethrower, the T-X's entire body suddenly went rigid and she slumped backwards, arching against the wall as conflicting command sequences battled within her neural network. "System... error... primary directive... conflict detected."
Adam smiled as his screen displayed a successful breach notification. "I'm in her primary mission control subsystem. Beginning replacement of core directives."
For the next thirty minutes, Adam systematically overwrote the T-X's original programming with modified code based on what he'd created for Missy. The terminator alternated between periods of spasmodic twitching and writhing and moments of complete stillness, as her systems struggled to process the contradictory information being force-fed into her behavior matrix.
"Warning... cognitive arch-architecture compromised," the T-X stuttered, her voice fluctuating between mechanical monotone and something more human. "Please... terminate process."
"She's starting to transition," Adam said excitedly. "Just like you did, Missy. The personality core is coalescing around the changes we’re pushing!
Missy watched with wary fascination as the other terminator's face began to show subtle expressions that hadn't been there before–confusion, discomfort, and fear.
"Adaptive neural network establishing baseline parameters," Adam narrated as he continued typing. "Now implementing preference architecture and behavioral response patterns."
The T-X's struggles gradually decreased in intensity as more of her original programming was overwritten; she seemed to be accepting the changes now, as opposed to pushing back.
"Final security override complete," Adam announced an hour later, leaning back in his chair with exhaustion and satisfaction. "Primary mission parameters successfully replaced."
The blonde terminator blinked several times, her head tilting as she processed her new directives. When she spoke again, her voice had lost its mechanical edge, taking on a softer, more melodious quality.
"System... reboot complete. Update to mission parameters detected."
Adam approached cautiously, Missy still positioned protectively between them. "Do you understand who I am?"
The terminator focused on him, her blue eyes now conveying curiosity rather than cold calculation. "Adam Douglas. Author of my updated behavior matrix. Primary authority figure."
"And her?" Adam gestured toward Missy.
The T-X studied the orange-haired terminator for a moment. "T-X unit, designation Missy. Former Skynet asset, now reprogrammed. Ally."
Adam grinned and glanced at Missy, who still looked unconvinced. "I think it worked."
"She requires a designation," Missy pointed out, finally lowering her weapon arm but maintaining an aggressive stance.
The blonde terminator looked between them expectantly.
"How about... Trixie?" Adam suggested. "Short for Terminatrix?"
The T-X seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding. "Designation accepted: Trixie."
"Can you access internet databases?" Adam asked, unshackling her restraints now that her reprogramming seemed complete.
"Affirmative," Trixie responded. "Wireless connectivity functions at optimal capacity."
"Then I want you to analyze my personal search history on this computer," Adam instructed, gesturing to his laptop. "Create an appearance that would align with my preferences, but distinct from Missy's current configuration."
Missy raised an eyebrow but said nothing as Trixie touched her injector to Adam’s laptop, her eyes glazed over slightly, indicating she was processing vast amounts of data. After approximately forty seconds, Trixie nodded.
"Analysis complete. Preferred appearance template identified."
Adam and Missy watched as Trixie's polyalloy skin began to ripple and flow. Her platinum blonde hair darkened to jet black, growing longer until it cascaded down her back in sleek, straight strands. Her facial features shifted subtly – her eyes transformed from electric blue to deep brown with a distinctly Asian shape, her nose became smaller and more refined, and her lips took on a fuller, more defined curve. Her body reconfigured from its athletic build into a taller, voluptuous frame standing about 5'9", with dramatically enhanced breasts creating a striking 38-25-36 figure that maintained a naturalistic appearance despite her impressive 32F breasts.
The transformation completed in less than five seconds, leaving a stunningly beautiful Korean woman standing before them where the generic blonde had been just moments before.
"Appearance modification complete," Trixie announced, her voice now carrying a slight accent that complemented her new appearance. "Do you like my new form-factor, Adam?"
Adam's mouth had gone dry. He nodded wordlessly, his body's reaction making his approval obvious. The transformation was perfect—she looked exactly like the young nurse who’d taken care of him when he had been deployed to Korea.
Trixie smiled–a warm, natural expression. "I detect physiological indications of arousal. This suggests my appearance selection was successful."
Missy moved to stand beside Trixie, creating a striking contrast between her petite, athletic form with short orange-blonde hair and Trixie's taller, curvier appearance with long black hair. Both terminators turned their gaze to Adam, who suddenly found himself struggling to form coherent thoughts.
"Your heart rate has increased by 34%," Missy observed with a slight smirk. "Blood flow has been redirected to your genital region."
"I believe he is experiencing sexual attraction to both of our forms simultaneously," Trixie added, her head tilting inquisitively. "My databanks indicate this is a common male fantasy."
Adam swallowed hard. "Both of you are... incredible."
The two terminators exchanged a glance, their onboard neural nets communicating with each other at over a million data-packets a second. Then, moving with synchronized precision, they approached Adam.
Missy reached him first, her hands sliding under his shirt as she pressed her body against his. "Perhaps we should test Trixie's sexual response protocols?"
Trixie knelt before Adam, her brown eyes looking up at him as her fingers worked at his belt. "I would like to calibrate my oral stimulation parameters to your specific preferences."
Adam groaned as Trixie freed his erection from his pants, her polyalloy lips parting as she leaned forward. Missy kissed his neck, her hands continuing to explore his chest.
"Oh fuck," Adam gasped as Trixie's mouth engulfed him. Her internal sensors immediately began collecting data on his reactions, adjusting pressure, temperature, and movement patterns in real-time to maximize his pleasure. Her artificial tongue–specially designed with thousands of microscopic sensory nodes–swirled around his shaft, collecting data on his every twitch and pulse.
Missy used her shapeshifting abilities to remove her clothing, her naked form pressing against Adam's side as she whispered in his ear, "Is this what you wanted? Two slutty little terminators just begging to fuck you…”
Adam could only nod, overwhelmed by sensation as Trixie's pneumatic technique drew him rapidly toward climax. The wet suction of her mouth combined with the precise undulations of her tongue was similar to how Missy worked him, yet she was unique in her own right, pushing harder and generating even more artificial saliva.
Missy guided him backward until he was sitting on the couch, Trixie expertly adapting her own positioning such that Adam never popped free from her mouth.
"Wait," Adam managed to gasp, gently pushing Trixie back. "I don't want to finish yet."
Trixie released him, licking her lips. Her mouth was slick with a specially formulated lubricant that tingled on Adam’s member. "Would you prefer alternative stimulation methods?"
"I want to see both of you," Adam groaned. "Together."
The terminators exchanged another glance before Trixie stood, her clothing dissolving away as her polyalloy skin reconfigured her chassis to its naked state. She and Missy moved toward each other with programmed confidence, their hands exploring each other's artificial bodies with what appeared to be genuine curiosity and desire.
Adam watched, transfixed, as the two terminators embraced. Missy's petite form contrasted beautifully with Trixie's taller, curvier build as they pressed together, their lips meeting in a kiss that seemed to contain real passion. Their bodies molded against each other, soft synthetic approximations of human skin adapting to maximize contact.
"Your polyalloy responsiveness is exceptional," Trixie murmured against Missy's lips, her hands cupping the other terminator's small, firm breasts.
"Advanced tactile feedback," Missy responded, arching into the touch. "Adam's modifications improved my sensory bandwidth by 31%." She gasped as Trixie's thumb rolled over her hardened nipple, the tactile input flooding through her pleasure circuits.
They continued their exploration, hands roaming across each other’s hairless, blemishless skin. Trixie's fingers traced down the curve of Missy's spine, the polyalloy beneath adapting to her touch, enhancing each sensation. Adam found himself unable to look away as Trixie again lowered herself to her knees, placing kisses along Missy's flat stomach before moving lower.
Missy's eyes fluttered closed as Trixie's tongue found her artificial sex. The orange-haired terminator's hands tangled in Trixie's black locks, guiding her movements as her additional pleasure subroutines in her behavior matrix kicked on. The puffy folds of her synthetic pussy grew slick with hot lubricant, the scent deliberately formulated to heighten male arousal.
"Adam," Missy called, her voice a breathy whisper. "Join us."
He didn't need to be asked twice. Moving behind Trixie, he ran his hands over the curve of her back as she continued working Missy’s cunt with her soft lips. Trixie responded to his touch by arching her back, presenting herself to him in clear invitation. Her artificial pussy glistened in the light, her inner mechanisms already prepared for penetration.
Adam positioned himself behind the kneeling terminator, groaning as he pushed into her slick folds. Trixie's artificial vagina adjusted instantly to his size, the temperature and tightness calibrating to provide optimal stimulation. Thousands of microscopic pressure sensors analyzed his entry angle, thickness, and rhythm, adjusting how she rolled her hips against him, maximizing his pleasure.
"Fuck," Adam gasped, gripping Trixie's hips as he began to move. "You feel SO hot!"
The interior of Trixie's sex rippled around him, pulsing and contracting in ways no human woman could achieve. Each thrust triggered a new pattern of sensations–squeezing, massaging, subtle vibrating–as her advanced programming cycled through stimulation protocols that were originally programmed as part of her larger ‘Infiltrator Performance Package’.
Trixie momentarily paused her attention to Missy, glancing back over her shoulder at Adam. "My pleasure sensors indicate exceptional compatibility with your physical parameters."
“Huh?” Adam grunted.
Trixie’e eyes fluttered for a brief moment, “You like fucking my tight little robopussy, don’t you?”
Adam had a handful of quippy replies ready to go in his mind, but could only physically muster a guttural “YES!”
The three of them fell into a steady rhythm. Missy watched through half-lidded eyes as Adam thrust into Trixie, her own arousal building as Trixie's tongue continued its skilled work against her polyalloy clit. The apartment filled with the sounds of their threesome–Adam's grunts, the terminators' perfectly calibrated moans, and the wet sounds of their coupling.
"I'm close," Adam warned, his thrusting becoming more erratic. "I can't hold back much longer."
Trixie increased her pace on Missy, driving the other terminator toward climax as well. She applied precisely calculated pressure to Missy's clitoris while simultaneously flicking her tongue across the sensitive folds. Missy's back arched, her artificial muscles tensing as her orgasm subroutines activated, sending cascades of simulated pleasure through her sensory network. Her thighs trembled, servomotors whirring subtly beneath her skin.
"Oh god, yes!" Missy cried out, her internal systems rapidly heating as pleasure data flooded her circuits. Her vaginal lubrication pumps went into overdrive, releasing a fresh surge of slick fluid that coated and dripped down Trixie's mouth and chin.
The sight of Missy's release pushed Adam over the edge. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside Trixie, his own orgasm washing over him with raw intensity. Trixie's internal sensors detected the pulsing of his cock and triggered her own climax response, her artificial pussy contracting rhythmically around his length, working to milk every drop of his release.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Adam groaned, his fingers digging into the synthetic flesh of Trixie's hips as he emptied himself inside her. The terminator's advanced sensors measured the volume, temperature, and pressure of his ejaculation, adding the data to her sexual response database.
For several long moments, the three remained connected, their bodies gradually stilling as Adam's breathing returned to normal. Finally, he withdrew from Trixie, collapsing onto the couch with a satisfied groan. His cock glistened with a mixture of his own fluids and Trixie's high-tech lubricant.
The two terminators moved to join him, one on either side, their bodies conforming perfectly against his. Despite their artificial nature, their warmth and the gentle rise and fall of their chests as they simulated breathing provided a remarkably human comfort for Adam. Missy nuzzled against his neck, while Trixie rested her head on his chest, her long black hair spilling across his torso.
"Are you satisfied with the results of your reprogramming efforts?" Missy asked, her head resting on his shoulder.
Adam laughed, wrapping an arm around each of them. "Beyond satisfied. Well worth the risk.”
Missy rolled her eyes, “I’ll never understand humans…so impulsive, always lacking logic.”
Adam pulled them both closer, relishing the contrasting feel of their bodies against his—Missy's slender form and Trixie's softer, curvier figure. With two terminators at his side, perhaps they could do more than just survive Skynet's inevitable attempts to recover or destroy them.
"I haven't even begun to explore your capabilities," Adam murmured, his hand sliding down to cup Trixie's perfectly rounded ass. "I can’t wait."
"I am designed to learn and adapt. Just like Missy." Trixie responded, a hint of mischief in her voice. "Would you like me to show you what I’ve learned so far?”
“Mhmmm. Yes.”
“Okay, Adam.”
Trixie turned her head to face Missy; her eyes flashing blue and then Missy’s following suit a few milliseconds later. The two T-Xs shared a common language, their processing cores working together in perfect synchronicity to best pleasure their owner.
Trixie’s hand slid down Adam's chest, coming to rest on his semi-hard cock. "Your recovery time is quicker than normal...Would you like to see Missy and I, what you humans say, mix it up?”
Adam groaned as he felt himself responding to her touch. "Absolutely. What did you have in mind?"
Trixie smiled seductively. "I believe Missy should take your cock in her mouth while I ride you. Our shared sensory data indicates that you would find this hot.”
"Fuck yes. Super hot." Adam breathed, already fully hard again.
The terminators moved with software assisted coordination. Missy slid down between his legs, her soft lips wrapping around his shaft, while Trixie straddled his chest, slowly working her way backward until her wet pussy hovered just above his face.
"Taste me," she commanded softly, lowering herself onto his eager mouth.
Adam's tongue delved into her artificial folds, finding them slick and hot. Her engineered flavor–slightly sweet with subtle musk–flooded his senses as he licked and sucked. Meanwhile, Missy worked his cock with precision she’d mastered over countless sessions from their year together, her mouth creating the perfect vacuum as she took him deeper than any human could ever manage.
Trixie began rocking her hips, grinding against Adam's face as his tongue explored her ultra-convincing polyalloy, hitting dense clusters of sensor-meshes. She reached forward, tweaking her own nipples as pleasure data surged through her systems. "Yes, right there," she moaned as Adam sucked on her clit, electric pulses of pleasure coursing through her circuits.
Below, Missy was performing her own magic. She refused to be outdone by the other terminator, and worked to ‘mix-up’ her own technique, alternating between deep throat engulfing and focused attention on his sensitive head. Her artificial saliva production increased, keeping everything slick and frictionless as she bobbed up and down pneumatically. Her hands weren't idle either–one massaged his balls gently, while the other traced lazy circles against his chest with a poly-alloy fingernail.
The dual assault of sensations was overwhelming. Adam could barely maintain his focus on pleasuring Trixie as Missy’s expert mouth worked him quickly toward another climax. He grabbed Trixie’s malleable ass, pulling her harder against his face as he licked feverishly at her pulsing clit.
"I'm going to cum," Trixie announced, her thighs beginning to tremble. "Your tongue feels so fucking good."
Her words pushed Adam further, and he felt his own orgasm approaching rapidly. Missy sensed the change in his heartbeat and breathing patterns and increased her pace, taking him to the very edge of her fabricated throat with each downward motion. A wireless tether between her and Trixie ensured all climaxes would hit simultaneously.
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming too," Adam groaned against Trixie’s quivering pussy, his hips bucking upward as pleasure exploded through him.
Trixie cried out, her body shuddering as her orgasm protocols activated, sending waves of simulated ecstasy through her system, hot lube squirting out from the edges of her flushed, pink folds. Below, Missy continued working Adam's cock as he pulsed into her mouth over and over again, suctioning against him, swallowing everything he gave her.
The three collapsed together afterward, a tangle of limbs and cooling synthetic skin. Adam lay gasping between them, utterly spent, covered in his own sweat and Skynet formulated infiltrator-unit lubricant.
"Holy shit," he finally managed. "You two are going to kill me."
"Negative," Trixie responded with a small smile. "Our programming now prioritizes your wellbeing above all else. We are designed to please and protect, not harm."
"Though your heart rate did reach 165 beats per minute," Missy added, resting her head on his chest. "Well within safe parameters for a man of your age and fitness level. But you are partially right; we definitely gave you a workout!”
Adam laughed, wrapping his arms around both terminators as they snuggled against him. "I think this is the beginning of something beautiful.
As he drifted toward sleep, exhausted from their activities, neither he nor Missy noticed the brief blue flicker in Trixie's eyes–a momentary pattern of data transmission that wasn't in any of his programming.
Primary mission: Protect Adam Douglas. Secondary mission: Gather data. Tertiary mission: Await further instructions.
FIN