Late Sunday Night Who: Cameron, a lost T-70, and OPEN When: Late Sunday night Where: A random dark alley in a commercial neighborhood What: Cameron meets up with a thing from her past and the future Rating: PG for robot on robot violence/TBD Status: Open/In progress
Since her bioligical parts didn't require much sleep, she was still moving about in the dark of the night, learning all she could about the city. Sunday night had brought her to an unfamiliar part of town and into an alley behind a warehouse. She had climbed a fire escape ladder to the top of the building in order to get a better scan of the surrounding area when she heard heavy steps coming down the alley toward her from the other end. There was that familiar hydraulic whine, and the soft electric whir of a mini-gun on standby. Altogether, it was a noise signature she'd heard before - there was a high percentage match with something in her files. Then it came around a parked truck and she saw the red light of its visual sensors as it scanned the alley.
It was a T-70 model Terminator. A barely sentient relic of the future wars. But she could see the ammunition in its loading chute, and even if it did only have one hand, it was still stronger than a human and could use that hand to kill when its gun ran dry. It could recharge from almost any electrical power source and run for a hundred hours per charge. Not the brightest war machine, but in 1964 it would be a major danger if it got to a populated area.
It was a danger she knew how to face.
Cameron felt an almost sensual thrill as she brought her combat processors fully on line from their usual standby mode. Anyone looking at her would see a red glow from her eyes that matched that of the T-70. The thing could scan side-to-side fairly well, but its neck wasn't designed so it could easily look up. She stood on the edge of the building roof and waited for it to pass under her. It was only 30 feet to the alley pavement below; well within her design parameters, especially if she softened her landing a little.
Finally, the T-70 was beneath her, and Cameron jumped off the roof in a carefully calculated trajectory. The one weak point in the war machine's offensive armory was the feed chute for its gun. She landed with both heels, kicking down and ripping the feed chute out of the gun. Ammunition cascaded on the ground with an almost musical jingle. She bounced off in a controlled backflip, snatching her pistol from her shoulder holster while still upside down. She dropped to her knees, and the T-70 - reacting as she knew it would - swung its gun like a high-tech club over her head. The momentum of the strike swung the thing halfway around, and she took the opportunity to fire a shot into the back of one of the T-70's knees, locking the joint. The war machine staggered, off balance for an instant. An instant was all it took.
She came up off the ground in a flying kick, catching the T-70 with both her feet where its head joined its torso. Already off balance, the thing toppled forward and hit the pavement with a crash. Cameron bounced off, landing on her feet, and made a jump no human could ever perform to stomp two-footed on the back of the other machine's head. Its cranial access plate popped open as the surrounding metal deformed, and she bent down and snatched out its program chip, shutting the war machine down. She pushed the muzzle of her pistol into the chip compartment and fired the rest of the clip of her .45 into the thing, destroying the central processor node so it could never be reactivated.
She reloaded and holstered her pistol, looking around to see if there was anyone about, drawn by the gunfire.