Observations

[i_like_your]

Following recent events, it has been decided that waiting before taking direct action resulted in predictable inefficiency. This advice did not meet with satisfactory results.

Similar future incidents will be treated as per original default directives.

Comments

[doctor-scarf.livejournal.com]

And what are the default directives?

[i_like_your]

Context-sensitive situational contingencies.

[doctor-scarf.livejournal.com]

Such as?

[i_like_your]

Please define the theoretical circumstances.

[doctor-scarf.livejournal.com]

Well, let's see....an invasion of rabbits!

[i_like_your]

This would not typically require any action.

[doctor-scarf.livejournal.com]

They're angry rabbits.

[i_like_your]

Pheromonal reduction of aggressive impulses, enforced captivity or extermination, depending upon threat level.

[doctor-scarf.livejournal.com]

Angry mutated rabbits!

[i_like_your]

Obvious and sudden biological mutations are rarely healthy.

[doctor-scarf.livejournal.com]

If they were from Earth, right. But I never said what planet the rabbits were from!

[i_like_your]

This does not change my earlier stated contingencies.

[doctor-scarf.livejournal.com]

Well it should. Especially since you don't know what they can do!

[i_like_your]

What more would they be capable of?

[doctor-scarf.livejournal.com]

They might be able to swim.

[i_like_your]

This would not alter the above contingency measures.

[doctor-scarf.livejournal.com]

Well it should. After all, you have no idea why they can swim!

Hello, old inmate...

[i_like_your]

Irrelevant.

aduio, annoyed

[terminatefate]

The fuck are 'default goddamn directives"? The only fucking default metal has is to terminate shit until there's no chance it could possibly survive.

Audio: Ignoring your question...

[i_like_your]

Hello, Sarah...

questions are irrelevant to T-X, clearly

[terminatefate]

[frustrated sigh] I swear to fuck, that is the only response my voice triggers. Goddamn tin cans.

Audio:

[i_like_your]

My responses are situational. You didn't offer theoretical specifics.

Re: Audio:

[terminatefate]

Theoretical. Specifics. Right, because every jack out there wants to think up worst case scenarios with their metal fucking pals. Maybe you should think them up yourself based upon the shit that went down.

[her voice cracks a little somewhere in there but her tone is all kinds of sharp, though there is pain threaded through it]

Re: Audio:

[i_like_your]

I already have.

Re: Audio:

[terminatefate]

[It's like pulling teeth. Jesus H.] What are your default directives for incidents like this that may occur in the future? And what sort of action is 'correct'? If given the chance, what hypothetically, would you really have done?

[So much linefacing while staring at the ceiling.]

Re: Audio:

[i_like_your]

To neutralise the ship as quickly and efficiently as possible.

In the absence of terms of employment, all other considerations become secondary.

Re: Audio:

[terminatefate]

And how would you attempt that? [All Sarah could think of was the fucking thing killing everyone on board.]

Re: Audio:

[i_like_your]

Destruction of power source or commandeering the vessel. Possibly both. I was not involved in co-operative attempts to achieve these aims... Available data is insufficient to formulate specifics.

Re: Audio:

[terminatefate]

Are you saying you'd destroy the power source of this ship, or merely the individual dicking around with the ship?

Re: Audio:

[i_like_your]

The engine room's present location is known, but not the bridge. Removing offensive abilities is important, but taking control would prove more useful.

Insufficient data is available.

Re: Audio:

[terminatefate]

That's life. There's always insufficient data to go on. I don't really think I'm really going to trust you to give back control. [This said flatly]

Re: Audio:

[i_like_your]

Your supposition is incorrect.

Re: Audio:

[terminatefate]

Fine. A shitton. Better?

Re: Audio:

[i_like_your]

No.

Many situations present perfectly acceptable levels of data to act on. Your hypothetical engagement would depend upon my location, personal circumstances and acknowledged level of threat. I cannot predict these.

Re: Audio:

[terminatefate]

Your thinking is way too fucking rigid. [Sarah makes an annoyed sound.] Then again, you're a machine, I must be fucking high on whatever shit they're giving me to think you could even--

Fuck it.

Prediction's an art of hypothetical, fictional, bullfuck. You can't plan for every fucking thing.

Re: Audio:

[i_like_your]

My 'thinking' is based upon calculated logic. Yours is impulsive and increasingly prone to error.

Contingency planning is a matter of processing capability.

Mine is superior.

Re: Audio:

[terminatefate]

And yet you continue to fucking fail.

Logic isn't always the answer, asshole.

Re: Audio:

[i_like_your]

I am not failing.

[Except in terminating your son. :c]

Re: Audio:

[terminatefate]

Let me qualify that with 'what your metal ass was programmed to do'. From my info?

You failed.

And this particular instance of you may be interpreted as extending all the way up Skynet's figurative asshole. Pretty much like all the other yous I've been using every time I bother talking to you.

Because you metal fuckers are all Skynet.

[And Sarah's voice, as she meanders on, is increasingly drowsy. Still. She's soldiering on.]

...all of you are Skynet. A big fucking metal extension of a giant bitchy fucking...fucking fucker jacking the shit out of the whole...everything. Ever.

[Welcome to the pain meds kicking badass into not quite coherent. This does nothing for her image. The following is admittedly half-hearted, but still pointedly belligerent. Like she's making a point, dammit.]

Asshole.

Private - audio/video:

[i_like_your]

[What unfolds on the screen is a newly-encrypted montage of what Sarah's only dreamed of until now. Nightmare realised in audio-visual form. Captured video footage of mechanised future warfare. The gloomy rubble-filled battlefield landscapes of locations both diverse and familiar. Metal, concrete and charred skeletons... Hunter-Killers both hovering like vast metal locusts in the air and others, more tank-like, crushing skulls under tracks. Purple streaks lancing through the darkness like demonic fingers - and each one signifying an attempt to eradicate more of the human race.

This is the future.

This is what awaits humanity.

This is what you failed to prevent.

This is Skynet...

Millions like Kyle Reese, all struggling, day by day, just to hang on in the midst of grime, death and destruction. The atmosphere of a world now made solidly real, which caused him to 'switch off' pain. There's nothing 'post-' about it... It's just plain apocalyptic.

Then it cuts off and returns to audio.]

Yes, Sarah... We are Skynet.

[Welcome to defensive psychological warfare, Sarah Connor.]

Re: Private - audio/video:

[terminatefate]

[There is a long silence as Sarah watches that shit go down, all of it, through the haze of whatever the hell she'd been given. Didn't matter. It came in waves. Her cheeks were wet and her voice was unfocused, but raw.]

And yet we struggle. Every day. [It didn't help that she punctuated that with a yawn. It was a frustrated, angry yawn.] And we keep fighting. I may. I may not live to see that shit, I may never get there. But.

[There was a long pause. Sarah might have dozed off for a moment, but she continued as if she hadn't. Sort of. Maybe.]

Not going to stop. Because of that shit. Not going to stop because you kill us, not. Going to lay down and die. Without a fucking fight.

So.

Fuck off. You metal. Titted. Fuckface.

Private - audio:

[i_like_your]

Yes. Chaotic futility is a widespread human trait.

You are curious species...

Trollface Terminator!icon?

[terminatefate]

Persefuckingver--




[...dead air, fucker, and then, the sound of the damn communication device scraping the covers and, quite possibly hitting the floor. Those dreams are not good ones, and Skynet is the trollingest troll ever. Sarah does not appreciate any of this.]