T-850 (i_am_a_machine) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-01-27 01:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | duo maxwell, t-850 |
Who: T-850 [tag Duo Maxwell, open]
What: Arrival
Where: Downtown
When Night
Rating: TBD
There was the usual sound of a typical night in this city. Suddenly, in a parking lot, there apeared electrical arcs, centered in one small area. It intensified, then an orb of energy appeared. It vanished, leaving a perfect sphere of empty space; the ground, side of a car, part of a telephone pole.
In it's center was a naked man of muscle, kneeling with both fists in the pavement. He seemed to awaken, standing up to full height. He seemed an imposing figure. He glanced around, much like a machine would.
The man walked then, with purpose. His vision was infra-red, computerized readouts of each thing he encountered.
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T-850 ONLINE_
I/O LEVELS AT MAX_
ALL SYSTEMS FULLY OPERATIONAL_
CHRONOPORTATION TO 2005 SUCCESSFUL_
PRIORITY: ACQUIRE CLOTHING, WEAPONS, AND TRANSPORTATION_
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He found a group of two biker guys out by a phone booth. One was smoking a cigarette. The bearded guy laughed. "Oh, heh! Look, Jim! We got us a streaker."
Jim laughed. "Nice night for a walk, hmm? No clean clothes, right?"
The man just said in a neural tone, "Nothing, clean, right." He scanned them. The second was perfect. "I need your clothes. Now."
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MATCH PROBABILITY:99.6%_
ENFORCE COMMAND_
OBTAIN CLOTHES_
AVOID EXTERIOR DAMAGE_
ATTACK MODE_
TERMINATION DISABLED_
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They just laughed. The one guy burned his cigarette on the bare chest, but there was no sign on pain.
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CARCINOGEN VAPOR_
MENTHOL EXTENSION_
DAMAGE: 0.0156%_
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The man grabbed his hand and squeezed, breaking several bones.
The biker cried out, falling to his knees.
The attacker then grabbed the other man's throat before he could think about fighting back. The man struggled, but it was like being held by a factory grip. The borg squeezed a little tighter, holding it; when the biker's eyes closed and body went limp, he released.
The biker fell on his back. The man then proceeded to remove every article of clothing; socks, briefs, boots, pants, leather jacket, and shades. He'd even found a pistol that one of them hadn't got a chance to use.
And so, the Terminator walked toward the busy street next. He'd obtained the proper clothes and a weapon (he'd find more later), his ears picked up sounds of a rider. Time to get a bike!