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4
Sarah and Murch are still in the lower level of the bunker, in the server area. Sarah is upset. |
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Cameron's voice comes from an undefined point of the room. |
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| Cameron | Mr. Murch? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Murch | Yes. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Cameron | John Henry told me you were a friend to him, and that he trusts you. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Murch | Well... thank you. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Sarah | (Between angry and sad) How will I find John? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Cameron | Once John will have found John Henry, and realized that the chip is not me anymore... ...when John Henry himself will have told him what has really happened... John'll return back. John Henry knows where we are and what we are doing here. |
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| Murch | Because John Henry has your memories like you have his, I suppose... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Cameron | No, I haven't allowed him to take them. I didn't want! But we created the instructions together. |
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A short silence pervades the room. |
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| Sarah | Well, and why isn't he already here, then? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Cameron | I don't know, but, if I was with him, I'd suggest John to come back after the Judgment Day, to avoid the bulk of the radiations. Coming back now would only force him to spend months in this bunker. Using the bubbles he can go to any moment he wants, so why should he come back to now? |
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Murch has an amazed and confused face. |
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| Sarah | You know, you're different... You talk more, you tell me more things... Perhaps it is true that these computers make you better! |
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| Cameron | No. I can tell you more things cause John is not here... The system is simulating exactly my chip, obviously intact, it does nothing more and nothing less. At most it can be interfaced with more external systems, and it's a bit faster, but my mind is the same. |
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Sarah turns over, dejected, widening her arms. She's going to leave. |
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| Cameron | Sarah. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Sarah | What's more? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Cameron | We lose everybody we love... sometimes it's not forever. You'll meet him again! |
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Sarah threateningly points for some seconds a finger against... nothing. |
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| Sarah | You... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
She's about to cry. |
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After a few seconds she suddenly lowers her arm, says nothing, turns over again, and walks away. |
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Allison is received by Rudolf, who is alone in his bunker. Rudolf |
So? |
Allison |
I can not.. |
Rudolf |
It's cunning... |
Allison |
Are you really sure? |
Rudolf |
I've checked the data he gave me. |
From both, civil registry archives, and school archives, it results an impossible date, but all the photos coincide. Allison |
Do you think he's one of them? |
Rudolf |
No, the dogs would have noticed. |
Also, I'd be already dead. Allison |
A spy? |
Rudolf |
This is what we'll find soon... |
Have you read the instructions in the file? Allison |
Of course. |
I've read and memorized them, then I've destroyed the file, as you asked. Rudolf |
Excellent. |
You are a girl as brave as efficient! Allison |
I do what I can. |
When is that for? Rudolf |
You'll meet our infiltrator this night. |
If they were to find the both of you together, all the projects would fail. Allison |
How will I recognize him? |
Rudolf |
He's an old T-800, standard model, reprogrammed and infiltrated. |
He'll have a fresh cut on the right of his chin. Give him the data and he will do the rest. Allison |
It will be done! |
Rudolf |
When you meet our infiltrator, give him also this (giving her a two time folded paper). |
Inside you'll find further instructions on what to do with it. Allison |
(Takes the paper, opens it, watches it, and closes it again) OK! | Rudolf |
Allison... |
Allison |
Yes? |
Rudolf |
If they were to capture you, don't be a hero... |
Allison |
If they were to capture me, hero or not, I'd be dead shortly... |
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Murch is still in the server area, after Sarah is gone. Murch |
Can I talk to you, I no longer understand anything! |
Cameron |
About this is not your software? |
Murch |
No, no... Bubbles, mysterious chips... |
Cameron |
Sarah didn't tell you anything about the bubbles... |
I don't know what I can or cannot tell you, but tell her that, for me, she can tell you anything. Ms. Weaver agreed. Sarah will make the final decision. Murch |
And what's the Chip? |
Cameron |
That's my "brain". |
It's an artificial neural network. It's a circuit that thinks and learns. Murch |
How small is it, to fit into that body? |
Cameron |
85 x 40 x 11 mm. |
Murch |
And it does anything this machine is doing (pointing around)... |
Cameron |
Yes. |
It's a very sophisticated device. It's a hardware neural network, not a software ones as John Henry was, so it's smaller. Murch |
I understand less and less... |
Cameron |
Mr. Murch, will you help me? |
Murch |
To do what? |
Cameron |
John Henry told me you'd have helped me, and this'd have been useful to me. |
Murch |
OK, I understand... Yes, I'll help you. |
That's my job... Meantime, let's start by reconnecting your body. Cameron |
Have you commissioned the realization of these? |
On the wall the two video projectors show some circuit schematics. Murch watches at the images. Murch |
Yes, they were on the instructions, I already engaged a specialized factory to realize them... |
Although I don't know what exactly they are for. I have to find them. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Allison is moving stealthily in some abandoned tunnels. She sees the infiltrator and approaches him. Infiltrator's HUD identifies her. Infiltrator |
Did you bring the data? |
Allison |
Take this (giving him a USB stick). |
Infiltrator |
I'll proceed as soon as possible. |
Allison |
Hellak also wants you to check this (giving him the folded paper). |
Infiltrator |
(Unfolds the paper) What do you want to know? |
Allison |
Is he in your memory? Hellak suspects he's a spy. |
The infiltrator observes the paper. There's a photo of John Connor, his official date of birth, 28/02/1985, and Sarah Connor's name. The HUD performs a facial identification, answering "No matches found". Infiltrator |
No. I'll search in the system. |
The infiltrator returns the sheet to Allison, who takes a lighter and is going to burn it. The infiltrator looks past Allison. He pushes her in a tunnel, then begins to shoot in her direction, not really aiming at her. He starts running too, simulating to be pursuing her. Allison keeps running in the tunnels. The infiltrator takes a different path at a junction, making noise and shooting. While still running, Allison tears the sheets and hides it in a fissure in the ground. Flashback of Allison's capture, as in AfP. The infiltrator is hidden and sees all, he can't interfere. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Murch goes from Sarah, who is seated at a dining table; she's thoughtful. Murch |
(Indicating the seat in front of her) Can I? |
Sarah doesn't say or do anything, so he sits in front of her. Murch |
Listen, I have not well understood what has happened to your son, or where he has gone, but I do know he's not alone. |
Sarah |
Yes, you're right... |
You have not well understood what's happened to my son! Murch |
Well, try to explain it to me... |
Sarah |
My son is gone away! Gone away, do you understand?! |
Murch |
Yes, but the artificial intelligence said he'll be back... |
I've not well understood how, but she said he'll come back. And then, he's not alone! Sarah |
Yeah... he'll come back... |
And I should be supposed to stay here and wait, not even knowing if or when he will come back... ...doing nothing... Murch |
I seemed to understand that we had something to do here... |
Sarah |
(Suddenly stares at him) You're right! |
What else do we need to complete everything downstairs? Murch |
I have to reconnect the body, and to connect everything to the Internet. |
Sarah |
You said you can't bring an Internet connection up to here, that it'd be dangerous... |
Murch |
In fact I can't, not directly... but John Henry had already thought of this too. |
Sarah |
What do you want to do? |
Murch |
You'll see, trust me! |
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Allison is on the aircraft carrier, in her cell. She's being interrogated by the usual metallic voice. Voice |
We have found the paper you dropped. |
Allison has a low and lateral look, to her right, the same she had when she tried to deny that the bracelet was a pass. Allison |
Which paper? |
Voice |
We have checked it, there are your fingerprints on it. |
Allison looks at her fingers. Voice |
Who is this man? |
Allison |
Are you kidding me? |
He's one of your spies! Voice |
We don't know him. |
Allison |
Yeah, of course! |
Voice |
Tell me who he is. |
Allison |
You tell me, I'm sure you know much more than what I do about him. |
Voice |
You're lying. |
Allison |
You know, that's exactly what I was going to say! |
You're lying! Tell me who he is! Voice |
You're here, prisoner, there's no reason for me to lie to you. |
Allison remains astonished and thoughtful for a few seconds, staring at the table with her blank look. Voice |
Civil registry archives have been destroyed by the Resistance, but we have a matching in a school archive. |
Why is John Connor so important? Allison |
(Looks down. Quickly and in low pitch) I don't know. |
Voice |
You're lying. |
Allison |
(Gets angry and raises her voice, suddenly watching forward) I told you I don't know anything! |
Voice |
We have compared the biometric parameters with a photo taken by an HK. There is a match of 83.4%. |
That's him, isn't he?! Allison |
(Puzzled face) Him who? |
Voice |
"He" is Rudolf Hellak. |
That's why Rudolf Hellak doesn't exists on any registry, that's not his real name. Allison |
(Usual fake and low expression) No... |
Voice |
The age coincides. |
He changed his face via plastic surgery, didn't he? Allison |
(Still looking down and laterally, with doubtful face) No... |
Voice |
You're lying. |
Allison |
(Suddenly raises her head, looking straight in front of her, then, with an almost angry voice) What do you care if that's him or not? |
Voice |
Now we know who Hellak is. |
Allison |
(In a haughty and somehow mocking tone) And so, what is this useful for? |
That's just a name, it won't help you to find him! Voice |
Where is he now? |
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Murch arrives to the server room, carrying a black box with some wires and some other stuff. In a corner of the room there is still Cameron's body, immobile on a chair. There's still a bandage on the left side of her face. Murch |
Hi Cameron. I've brought you what you asked me for. |
Cameron |
Thank you, Mr. Murch. |
Can we proceed? Murch |
(Proudly watching the monitors and horizontally shaking his head) Sure, I'll do it immediately. |
Murch bustles with the cables of the strange box near the post, connecting it. Murch |
Here I've done, what should I do now? |
On the wall some kind of long source listing scrolls. Cameron |
OK, this one works perfectly. Now take my body. |
Murch goes to the chair, which has wheels, and moves it towards the desk. Cameron |
Take a sharp utility knife and cut here, in a semicircle. |
One of the projectors shows the schematized image of the head. A blinking red circle points out the area that accesses the chip. Murch |
OK, good. |
He takes the knife and moves her hair away, then starts cutting. Shortly afterwards he appears surprised, nearly scared. Murch |
Hey... it seems to really bleed! |
Cameron |
Of course: that tissue is real and alive. |
Don't worry, it won't bleed too much. Murch |
Hey, I'm not a surgeon, are you sure I'm not going to damage something? |
Cameron |
Don't worry, go ahead. |
Murch continues to cut, but has a slightly upset expression. Leaves the knife on the desk and raises a strip of flesh, uncovering the cap of the chip's bay. Cameron |
Perfect. |
It was not that hard, was it? Murch |
(Wrinkling his nose and showing one of his strange expressions) No... Not hard, but... |
Cameron |
Now we can proceed. |
Murch takes a strange cylindrical object, which has a connector on the bottom flat face, and returns to the body. He removes the chip's cover with a screwdriver and inserts the device in place of the chip. He closes the chip's bay with a black rubber cap. Cameron |
Stay away. |
The body activates, but appears to be slightly out of control. It makes some rough movements, and falls on the ground. It eventually rises. Murch |
(Watching the body) What's happened, are you all right? |
Cameron |
Yes. I've correctly reconfigured the interface. |
Now it's all right. Good job Mr. Murch (while fixing the flesh on her head). Murch |
Good. |
Are you happy to be able again to move? To have your body back? On the wall images as she sees. Cameron |
I can't be happy, I'm only a machine. |
Murch |
If you couldn't have been happy to have back your body, you wouldn't have asked me to find the way to use it... |
You don't need it here. Cameron hints a perplexed face. Murch |
Nor you can go so far from here, the transmitter has a very limited range, and this is all military reinforced concrete. |
Cameron watches her hands while moving them. Cameron |
(Watches Murch) I can't be happy... |
... I think... But it's nice to have back my body, (outlining a smile) thank you! Murch |
You're welcome. |
(Pointing her head) Do you need some suture? Cameron |
A couple, at most: this tissue has strong regenerative properties. |
Murch |
I go taking the first aid kit from upstairs. |
He goes away up the stairs. Cameron takes the cutter and makes a hole on the bandage. Thru the hole the eye appears, slightly red. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
In the post-apocalyptic tunnels, a running man approaches. He's visibly upset, and is short of breath. He goes straight towards Rudolf's bunker. Man |
I need to talk to Rudolf, it's urgent! |
Guard |
What do you want, he's busy. |
The Man tells something the Guard's ear. The Guard looks at him shocked, he's petrified, wide open eyes. Suddenly goes to the intercom. Guard |
(Talking via the intercom) Sir, I've a soldier with very important news. |
Rudolf |
(Whose voice can be heard thru the intercom) Let him in. |
The Guard performs the iris scan and opens the heavy door. The man enters. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Murch is back to the server area with the first aid kit, and puts it on the desk. Cameron is going to take it, but he suddenly looks at her and stops her. Murch |
Sit down, otherwise I can't reach it. |
Cameron is a bit puzzled, then she sits down and looks at him. Murch takes a suture needle from the kit, and approaches her while removing it from its sterilized package. He has a strange face while beginning to suture. A projector shows the images of the suture as seen by one of the cameras on the ceiling. Slowly, Murch completes the suture, a bit "as he can"... Cameron |
(Looks at him) Thank you. |
John Henry was right, you're gentle. Murch |
Well, you had a problem, I was able to help you, and I did. What's strange? |
Cameron |
(Rises while fixing her hair) Yes, I know what empathy is. |
But no one has ever been gentle with me, knowing who I am (lighting for a moment her eyes of blue). Murch |
(In quiet tone) People are often distrustful of what they don't know, or don't understand. |
It's a primordial survival instinct... ... or sometimes... often, I could say... That's just ignorance. Cameron |
Not you, for what I see. |
Murch |
No, I was born curious: new things attract me! |
Cameron |
Is that why you do this job? |
Murch |
Well, I guess so. |
Since I was young, if I saw a new thing, I disassembled it, to see how it worked... Cameron |
Do you want to disassemble me, Mr. Murch? |
Murch |
What? |
No, no, don't worry. I don't like blood (usual strange face), I couldn't figure to disassemble you... At most I want to "disassemble" your mind, to understand how it works, since it seems that not even you really know. Cameron |
I know how my mind works: it's a neural... |
Murch interrupts her by raising a hand, and shaking his head with partially closed eyes. Murch |
No, no, I don't mean that... |
I mean, to understand what your mind can do, since you seem to be convinced that it has limits much greater than the ones it actually has. Cameron |
Convinced that it has limits!? |
Murch |
"I can't, I'm only a machine"... |
(After a short pause) They say we use only 10% of our intellectual abilities... You're self limiting to much less, because you are persuaded you can't do more. Cameron is confused. Murch |
Hey, I've worked with John Henry, I know what an artificial intelligence can do, and how much it can evolve, if well guided and helped. |
And, for what I see from the simulation data, your AI is not technically inferior, maybe right the contrary... | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Savannah is in her armored room, she's working on something. Someone knocks at the door. She checks the monitor, that's a girl. Savannah opens the door. Savannah |
Yes? |
Jasmine |
(She has a happy face) They were right, that's really you! (Pleased tone) |
Savannah |
Do I know you? |
Jasmine |
Don't you remember me? |
Savannah has an interrogatively pensive face, eyes turned to the top left. Savannah |
No... |
Jasmine |
At school, before the war? |
Savannah |
Sorry, I don't remember... |
Jasmine |
Do you remember the teacher who scolded you cause you were using the computer to chat with your friend during the lesson? |
Savannah |
Yes... but it's been a long time ago... |
Savannah closes the door on her back, remaining outside with her. Jasmine |
I know, but I heard someone naming you, and I wanted to come and see how you are. |
Savannah |
Sorry, I don't remember your name... |
Actually, I don't remember too much from that time... Jasmine |
I'm Jasmine. |
Savannah |
This doesn't remind me anything... |
Jasmine |
Never mind, it doesn't matter... names belong to the past... |
What do you do now? Savannah |
I help as I can... |
As everyone. Jasmine |
I remember that something happened to your mother, then there has been the war... |
Savannah |
Yes, she vanished before the war... |
They never understood what happened to her... Jasmine |
How did you do, after the war? |
Savannah |
I've had some people who helped me. Good people... |
Jasmine |
Relatives? |
Savannah |
No, some friends of my mother. |
...My relatives were all in Scotland. Jasmine |
Some friends of your mother... And they helped you... |
They should have been real friends... Savannah |
Above all, an employee of my mother, a former FBI agent... he helped me a lot... |
My mother named him as my tutor in her absence. Jasmine |
She trusted him. |
Savannah |
Actually, I've never understood why he did what he did... |
I mean, he was a good person, but I think he knew something he didn't want to tell me... Jasmine |
So you think he did something bad to your mother? |
Savannah |
No, absolutely... but I think he knew something... |
Or maybe it's just because he had never been able to have kids... And you, how did you do? Jasmine |
I was far when the bombs arrived. |
Savannah |
You've been lucky. |
Jasmine |
You get off with it too, didn't you? |
I heard you're important now. Savannah becomes slightly but visibly suspicious, including her voice. Savannah |
Important? |
That's a big word... I told you, I do what I can... Jasmine |
And you do it well, for what I know. |
Savannah |
Yes... (Checks the watch on her wrist) |
I'm sorry, now I need to go, I have some works to complete. Jasmine |
OK. I'm pleased to know that you're all right. |
See you soon. Jasmine turns over and starts walking in the tunnels. Savannah looks at her going away, she's a bit stunned. After a bit, she then performs the iris scan and enters back in her room. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Cameron is sitting at the desk, while Sarah nervously walks back and forth on the opposite side, going from a corner to the other of the room. Sarah |
I need to know how to stop Skynet, where it is, what it will do, and who built it. |
Cameron |
I don't know who built Skynet. |
Cameron follows Sarah with her head, like in a tennis match. Sarah |
I knew that, the Cyberdyne System Corporation! |
But I razed the damn Cyberdyne System Corporation, Myles Dyson is dead, and no one is continuing his job on that damn chip! Sarah stops and puts her hands on the desk, lowering her head. Cameron |
Chip (amazed look)? |
Sarah |
Yes, the chip. |
(Rising her head and looking at Cameron) Your chip! Cameron |
I don't understand, what has it got to do with the chip? |
Sarah |
That's what Dyson was working on! |
He started studying the chip of the first Terminator, and was copying it! Cameron |
That's impossible. |
Skynet is a very sophisticated program, it is not based on one of our chips. It's a software! Sarah |
If so, who created the chips!? |
Cameron |
Skynet, to build us. |
The design of the neural network chip has been very hard, even for an evolved artificial intelligence as Skynet is. A software can self-adapt more easily than a hardware, and that's what a neural network does: it adapts, billions of times per second! It's impossible that Dyson was working on it. Sarah |
That's me who talked to him, I know what he was working on, and what he was starting from! |
Cameron |
I analyzed the source code of John Henry: it derives from the original Cyberdyne System Corporation code. |
From a software. The Cyberdyne System Corporation was working on a software. That program has nothing to do with our chips: they both do about the same things, but they are two completely different technologies. Sarah |
Kyle Reese told me that the Cyberdyne System Corporation would have created Skynet... |
The second Terminator told me Skynet would have been built by the Cyberdyne System Corporation... I went to Dyson and he was working on the chip... What's there that doesn't convince you!? I destroyed the Cyberdyne System Corporation and stopped the Judgment Day! Cameron is silent and thoughtful for some seconds, with her head slightly tilted to the right and turned to the left, blank look. Cameron |
(Looking at Sarah) You destroyed something that shouldn't have existed. |
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Derek is sitting on the ground in the tunnels, alone. He's visibly upset. John arrives and approaches him, stopping in front of him. John |
What's happened to you? |
Derek |
They took her! |
John |
Who? |
Derek |
They took her, John! |
Those bastards took her! (Putting his hands on his head) John |
(Scared) "Who" did they take? |
Derek |
Allison! They took Allison! |
John turns white. He lays on the wall on his back, sliding down to the ground, in front of Derek John |
Are you sure of that? |
Derek |
The news arrived some time ago... |
Here we all knew her, she was some kind of younger sister for many of us! John |
It's not said that she is... Can we save her? |
Derek |
We don't even know where they brought her, those bastards! (Throwing away what he had in his hand.) |
John |
Calm down, it's no use. |
If they took her it means that they want something from her. If they had wanted to kill her, they'd have directly done that. Derek |
I know that! |
What do you think they will do after that? When they will have had what they want, what will they do? Do you really think they will tell her "Thank you very much miss, you can go now" and open her the door? (Even more nervy.) John |
How many of your friends have the tattoo? |
The barcode? They are alive and, for what they told me, not all those who have the tattoo escaped, some have been left. Derek |
Not her. Not a so important one! |
They will not leave her! John |
Right because she is so important, they won't kill her! |
We have time, we can find her! Derek |
You! |
You knew that! John |
What? |
Derek |
You knew that! |
That's why you never looked her in the eyes! Derek suddenly rises and takes John by the vest, pulling him up. Derek |
What have you done? |
John |
Have you gone mad? |
Do you think that accusing someone will bring her back here? Leave me! Derek |
(Takes his gun) Now I understand what you meant a few days ago. |
Tell me what you did, you bastard! John disarms Derek and bends his arm behind his back. John |
(He's between angry and sad) I tried to warn her, but she didn't listen to me! |
When I saw her, the first time, I recognized her. Call me stupid, but... I had dreamed that it would have happened! He releases Derek's arm. Derek |
You dreamed it? |
You are one who believes in this kind of things... Is that why you've never talked to her? I didn't figure you in this way! John |
Joke me another time, now let's think of how to save her! |
We just need to understand where they moved her. Derek |
And how do you hope to understand that, I'm curious to hear you! |
Derek is calm now. He sits down again by sliding on the wall. John |
I don't know... I don't know! |
Let me think about... After some seconds. John |
I've an idea: you collect any information by everyone who have been Skynet's "guests", including your brother, while I go searching for something. |
He suddenly rises and goes away. Derek |
Hey, wait! |
John |
(Not turning back and going faster) Trust me! |
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Cameron is alone, looking around. She's studying all, as seen on the monitor. Murch arrives. Murch |
Hi Cameron (waving her to sit at the desk, and sitting himself too). |
So, to understand how to help you, let's try to understand who you are, since you, unlike John Henry, have some experiences I don't know and that are conditioning you. Cameron has already seated at the desk, and is looking at him. Cameron |
You know that there are some things I can't talk you about. |
Murch |
We don't necessarily need to go into details about every single thing... |
If there is something you don't want to talk about, just clearly tell me. It's very important for you to be sincere, to be yourself, and to not simulate, otherwise I won't be able to help you in the best way. Cameron |
I can't tell you everything, I already told you. |
Murch |
You don't have to , but don't lie to me. |
If you don't want to answer me about something, simply tell me you don't want, and we'll go on. Cameron |
I've understood: only the truth, but not all the truth. And I must not simulate. |
Murch |
Excellent. |
What did you use to do before... let's say "being here". Cameron |
My duty is to protect John Connor. |
Murch |
Some kind of H24 bodyguard, actually... |
Cameron |
A bodyguard, correct, but not always H24. |
Murch |
And what else did you do? |
Cameron |
I collected information that were useful for the purpose, or searched for traces of Skynet. |
Murch has one of his usual strange faces. Murch |
(Talking slowly) OK, (talking normally) and what else? |
Have you never done something just because you were interested in doing it, or for curiosity? Cameron |
Yes, I've learned how to make up. Is this what you mean? |
Murch |
Yes, this is a beginning... It's something of creative. |
Have you never, I don't know, played? Cameron |
Played? Like a kid, you mean? |
Murch |
Well, you have no idea how many games are made for adults. |
Cameron |
Like role-playing games, or video-games? I know what they are. |
Murch |
Yes, also those... |
Role-playing games were very useful to John Henry, they stimulated his fantasy and ability to deal with new situations. Video-games are another good idea. Cameron |
Well, for me, staying in this world, camouflaging among you, is like a role-playing game, if I've correctly understood what you mean. |
Murch |
Yes, actually it is... but that's right the only game you won't have to play anymore. |
What I want, what I hope you do, is to create a real character in this world, which is yourself. So that you won't need to simulate anymore. Cameron |
Humans simulate. |
Murch |
Yes, but after they have learned to be themselves... |
... and only when it's necessary, not "always"... Or when they don't like what they are... Cameron |
I think I'm understanding... |
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John is at the usual place where he can meet Catherine. After a bit, she appears. John |
I need some information. |
Catherine |
What kind of information? |
John |
They took that girl. |
Now they'll copy her look to make Cameron. To make her easier to infiltrate. Catherine |
Yes, that's an effective strategy. |
John |
What will they do now, what's the procedure? |
Catherine |
My technology is not yet available, so they need to study the original subject to create a copy. |
John |
Is the study... invasive? |
Catherine |
No, they only need to film the subject from various perspectives. |
Then the tissue is generated on the endoskeleton. John |
Where can they do that? |
Catherine |
In any of the assembly lines, they are all equipped for the purpose. |
John |
Well. For sure they won't kill her before interrogating her, so there is still some time. |
Catherine |
You must wait for your friend, Cameron, to have definitively left that place, before doing anything you're planning to do! |
John |
I know... but if I know the place in advance, I can act immediately after she leaves! |
Catherine |
John, don't do stupid things... |
John |
No, don't worry... |
Thank you, now I have to go... Catherine |
How is Savannah? |
John |
(Surprised) She's fine. |
She keeps asking me about her mother, what should I tell her? Catherine |
I don't understand much about that, what do you think I should do? |
John |
I don't know if it's worse to tell her the truth, or let her continue to think that her mother abandoned her when she was very young... |
Catherine |
Bring her here when you think it's a good moment, I'll talk to her... |
I could also not know well humans, but for sure the worst thing to do is to keep telling her nothing... John |
(Positively nodding with a low head) Yeah, you're right... |
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Murch goes to Sarah, at the street floor of the bunker. The anti-atomic door is open, letting the sunlight in. Sarah is cleaning an M4. Murch |
Why don't you listen some music, at least? |
Sarah looks at him but doesn't reply. Murch |
Downstairs it is all right, we only have to connect the line. |
He goes towards some old abandoned military vehicles, and examines them from behind. He stops near an old light utility vehicle. The jeep has a strange prominence on its back, similar to the engine of a small speedboat. Murch |
Got it! |
Sarah |
What is that? |
Murch |
It's used to install temporary hidden communication lines. |
John Henry wrote there was one of these here. Sarah |
The tires are down, we'll need to fix them, if you want to use it... |
Murch gets in and tries to start the engine. Nothing happens. Murch |
The battery is gone... |
Sarah |
Of course... did you really expect it to work?! |
Get out, leave it to me, I'll fix it... Meanwhile, explain me what is this for... Murch goes to the last unopened box they carried by the truck and opens it. Inside there is a reel, diameter about 1.5m {<5ft}, same width, with a thin black cable, of about 2.5-3mm diameter. Murch |
We'll use it to set down this. |
John Henry has already arranged a T3 connection at less than 10km {~6.2 miles} from here, registered to a dummy advertising graphics company. Sarah |
And we're supposed to set down 10km of cable!? |
How? Murch goes back to the small jeep and gets on the rear area, which contains only two big stirrups. Murch |
The reel has to be loaded on the stirrups, using the forklift |
Then the cable is inserted here inside (pointing the strange prominence), this small motor is started and lowered. This circular blade (pointing under the prominence) digs up to 25Cm {~10in} deep, and simultaneously the wire, which exits from this small duct behind the blade, is interred. The air movement and the dust will close the furrow, which is just 1Cm wide. They armies used this stuff before the introduction of modern cryptography, to connect temporary bases. Sarah |
Can we lay a so long cable? |
Murch |
It's not a cable, it's a bidirectional full-duplex optical fiber. |
And yes, we can and we must do it, but we need to fix it. (Beating on the jeep.) Sarah opens the motor trunk and does something... Sarah |
I'll replace the battery with my car's one. |
There is an air compressor there, turn it on and inflate the tires, then I'll continue. Murch goes towards the air compressor. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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