...8:29 PM...June 1st...

...Outside Hannah's apartment...

T-1200  waits behind a car merged into it so much that he is not seen. The only part showing is  a gun latched to the roof of the car that has the shape of a rifle with a target gadget attached right in the middle of the long pipe part.  Were they going to stay in that house much longer? Humans puzzled T-1200 with their hiding places but this coming off a cyborg was ridiculous! Uncle Bob's signature is coming from inside the house standing remarkably still at the windows.

T-1200 hears a car driving away.

Finally the woman has left, T-1200 thought.

T-1200 walks forwards prepared for a nasty fight.

Nothing will stand in my way, T-1200 smugly thought.

T-1200 knocks down the  wooden door using his shoe.

T--thud went the door landing on the floor.

Rounded bullets pound hard against T-1200's chest making a complete circle. However the bullets did not go away on T-1200's torso. T-1200 duck then rolls into the living room. He gets up noticing  machine on the staircase rapidly firing silver bullets.  T-1200 pries out the bullets save for the last one wedged deep into his chest. The other bullets slip out of T-1200's hand one by one making metal clicking sounds meeting the wooden floor.

He flips on the light.

"Come out, wherever you are," T-1200 calls, stepping forwards into the living room.

T-1200 looks around walking across into the dining room.

B--boom!

Three sharp thorns puncture through T-1200's chest that is of a pitch fork.

"How apathetic," T-1200 said, grabbing at the handle below the spikes.

T-1200 tugs forwards but all he got was a sense of injury to his chest.

"Ah," T-1200 said. "Damage has been done to chest. Repairs will be needed."

T-1200's arm turns into a electronic chainsaw. He cuts off the thorn including the back end of the pitch fork. We retract out of the building far,far, and very far away catching up to the vehicle Hannah is driving down the street. Beads of sweat is going down Hannah's skin. Uncle Bob, on the other hand, seems to be relatively calm as he is always (and usually) for a cyborg.

"I am not scared of the dark, I am not scared of the dark," Hannah repeats to herself. "I am not scared of shape shifting liquid metal."

"Yes, you are," Uncle Bob said, making her turn towards the left sharply making the wheels squeal against the pavement. 

"Bob, you scared me!" Hannah said.

"Apparently that is one of the things I am good at," Uncle Bob said. "Asides to hunting."

Hannah shot Uncle Bob a glare.

"...You win those simulation games because you are a cheater!" Hannah said.

"Terminators are suppose to be good at killing," Uncle Bob said.

"But not that good," Hannah said.

Uncle Bob nods, grimly.

"Yes, we are suppose to be that good," Uncle Bob said. "You have a full tank of gas and I expect we're only stop for necessities and your recharge. We can't be in Indiana for long."

Hannah's eyes widen.

"If  wet get out of Indiana; we'll become fugitives on the run!" Hannah said.

"I know," Uncle Bob said, knowingly.

"Maybe I can lay low at my sister's---" Hannah starts to say but Uncle Bob interjects.

"You don't have a sister," Uncle Bob said. "You are a only child."

"...Damn it," Hannah said, her grip tightening around the wheel.

"Besides, T-1200 associated me to you," Uncle Bob said.

Hannah glances towards Uncle Bob.

"How do I unassociate?" Hannah asks, scared. "Is there a button I have to press or some trials to go through?"

"This is not facebook, Hannah," Uncle Bob said.

"You're a cyborg," Hannah said. "Do you have any files on me?"

"Negative," Uncle Bob said.

"No files, what so ever?" Hannah asks.

Uncle Bob nods.

"None," Uncle Bob said.

"So I am dead," Hannah said. "How great.:" She had a sigh of relief.  "Just what I needed to hear."

"Maybe not," Uncle Bob said. "In the future I am from you might be alive and well being part of the Resistance."

"A  human cannot survive that kind of power!" Hannah exclaims.

"Most of the survivors were found coming out of mountains,"  Uncle Bob notes.

"...The mountain folk," Hannah said, in a low voice. "Just my luck."

"Yes," Uncle Bob said. "Those people have your luck, too."

"Um Bob," Hannah said. "There is something I haven't told you."

"Yes?" Uncle Bob said, turning his head away from the rolled down window.

"I never lived in the mountains," Hannah admits. "That was all lies."

Uncle Bob is surprised, to be frank.

"But your stories--"  Uncle Bob starts but Hannah continues.

"Those are from movies," Hannah said, with a sad sigh. "I can't survive in the middle of the forest without wifi!" She takes her hands off the wheel briefly throwing them up in the air. Hannah puts her hands back on the wheel. "You had more of a story than I!"

"Mine was fake for a reason," Uncle Bob said

"Living in Africa for most of your 'supposed' live --which I have learned is not true!--made me want to tell a better up bringing!" Hannah adds.

"You know you don't have to impress me,"  Uncle Bob said.

"What?" Hannah asks, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"You impressed me more than I can count," Uncle Bob said. "Such as how you knew to make traps around the house."

A cheeky grin spread on her face as she rubs the back of neck laughing nervously.

"I love setting up traps,"  Hannah said.

"Hunting involves lots of traps," Uncle Bob said.

"I approve of traps that hurt people for...various reasons," Hannah said.

"Oh, I know," Uncle Bob said.

"Let me guess: files?" Hannah asks.

"No," Uncle Bob said. "You engaged in a one hour debate about hunting with a anti-hunter about Yoki Bear's predicament being taken out of a wild life park limit and his termination."

"You weren't there!" Hannah stammers.

"Hannah, I was at a store getting a rifle for hunting and other gear for camping in April," Uncle Bob said. "Fortunately you didn't notice me listening in and so did the other guy."

"That guy was a she," Hannah said.

Uncle Bob is surprised.

"I do not often be unable to form a reply,"  Uncle Bob said.

"Facial irony," Hannah said. "He was changing his gender to a she. She was right in the middle of her change. You really can't tell apart a man turning into a woman!"

"A Transgender," Uncle Bob said.

Hannah's face turns red.

"...No!" Hannah said.

"Well, right in the middle counts as that," Uncle Bob said. "The way I see it; they were quite the talker."

"I was not arguing with two people," Hannah said.

"Technically that is how the Transgenders are referred to,"  Uncle Bob said.

"He is now a she," Hannah said. "We have regular chats on Fridays."

Uncle Bob has a generally perfected smile.

"Good for her," Uncle Bob said.

Hannah looks over, gasping.

"Bob, you finally smiled," Hannah said.

"What? " Uncle Bob said, puzzled. "I smile a lot."

"No, that is the first decent smile I have seen from you in a YEAR!" Hannah said. "That is an accomplishment for a cyborg!"

"I am just happy for her," Uncle Bob said.

"The secret to smiling is being happy," Hannah said. "That creepy smile...What do you feel?"

"I don't know," Uncle Bob said.

Hannah stares at Uncle Bob for awhile in disbelief.

"Do you feel delight?" Hannah finally asks.

"Delight as in?..." Uncle Bob asks.

"Pleased,"  Hannah said.

"Pleased?" Uncle Bob said.

"Feeling great satisfaction," Hannah said.

"I feel delighted when I make my other smile," Uncle Bob said.

"Bob, you need a lot of work associating delight to your really good smile," Hannah said, driving into the darkness.