Terminatrix - Genesis
TERMINATRIX - 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:
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.