We had the entire universe and perhaps the biggest planet to save from Skynet. The world needs some saving in the past and we went into the past with some guns and future-istic weapons.More like morely advanced guns not hand held weapons that an average man can smash on another and commit torture. I know morely is not word but today on this day it is.We arrive into the past on a dark and almost rainy night. It was a mist rain. I held my right hand feeling pitter patter, that lightest of all, land on my manly not-so-crinkly palms.I feel tired but that's what rain does to you even if it is misty.

"The rocky is lighter in this era." T-11 said.

"No." I said, with a amused laugh. "This is misty rain."

T-11 looks at me so puzzled.

"Misty?" T-11 repeats.

"Twenty-one year since the omissions from the power plants became stronger." I said. "misty rain was harmless back before ten. Now it is hard as rock when coming down. Small rocks. Mistty rock rain."

"How did you even live through this time?" T-11 asks.

"I lived." I said.

We went down the street close by a huge abandoned building that 'history records show used to be a orphanage' which I learned from no other than T-11. The Orphanage would later get split into McDonalds and a another brand of fast-food built inside and a morgue too. It would also be connected to a jail facility in 2014. No, more like 1016 since Skynet rushed all he building projects and completed hem within a year. They still do routine check ups and reconstructions on the parts that don't work well.Skynet is the most image worrying cooperation's in the entire world, and by far the most galactic eager program ever to set foot on American sol--soil, I mean. I didn't know where Sol was about to go. We came to a stop near the doors. There was a day-care center right across.

"I don't see any records about this location." T-11 said, looking up from his arms that had up a holographic projections of a document.I swear didn't know human-borgs were that advanced they can do that.

"That is because we're changing history." I said.

"So, The Terminators will be here in five minutes." T-11 said.

"No, make it two." I said picking up a brick. "We're gonna distract them, young man. And you will remember this, promise me that. Promise me,you won't let The Conner family die."

T-11 stares at me.

"What are you intending to do?" T-11 asks, in a concerned voice.

"You have to promise me that." I said. "Swear over John Conner's resistance against Skynet." I knew promising was not going to be enough for me to know T-11 will keep his word. "Swear for me."

"I swear over the Resistance that I won't let them die." T-11 swears, holding up his human-Terminator hand that has exposed metal.

T-11's swearing reminded me of a young man taking the oath in court to tell the truth and the absolute truth over the holy bible. I am not saying the bible is holy but that it is considered holy and sacred among religions.And that it can be used against those who make it into a testament of awful things. It is only karma and gods fury that those who use the bible for awful fictional believes to do the horrible cannot avoid.

The car was passing by so I threw a brick. That car is most likely the Conner's family.The brick hit the window-shield toppling down the engine roof breaking a headlight and somehow pinching the wheel. There was a nine year old girl in the backseat staring out the window, her eyes were so John Conner like, her young impressionable face were so cute, and Innocent that changed into 'what?' from the next move the car did.I saw the car taking a serve nearly crashing into the day care center. I saw a big huge blue light from the corner of my eye poking out the darkness behind.

"Go." I said. "If I do not succeed..."

"I know." T-11 said with a nod.

I turn away from T-11 and went into the building. hearing the voice of a older man from behind reassuring the inside occupants the car was okay. That was Sarah Conner's father. that I knew while disappearing into the darkness. T-11 probably went to 'help' him. After all that i our overall mission with the Conner family.

I heard the hard sturdy boots echoing ting down the hallway The dangerous mission, and the most lethal game had begun. The most lethal and dangerous game, I mean. Hasn't anyone heard the impossible game? Correction: The most Dangerous game. I closed a door behind me hearing the boots coming louder and louder from across in the dark hallway. My mission is not going to end in failure, or at least this is how I think it will go.

I had both asterisks guns on my two arms. My headset set showed me the oncoming opponents in the distance--both were T-800's models. I wasn't aware there was more than two. By how Sarah Conner in the past had said it sounded like there were two terminators not four. I realized then that one of them is going to be put into hibernation and then re-awaken at a convenient later date for John Conner's future--sometime when John is growing up when Skynet sends one of their own to kill him. again---that is far fetched and...Oh well, he at least he gets a body guard. I force myself to walk forwards my hands were not art of the the shooting trigger since the shooting is relies on the brain to think about it. That is all it takes to shoot the Asterisk gun.

I came to the corner of a hallway right about three feet away from the group of Terminators. I was merely feet away and somewhat face to face from the most fearsome cyborg models in the world.I gulped my fear away; thinking about the nameless cell mate. Do I really want to botch this up? No,I did not.

"You are Blake Taxington Junior." The first one, who I should call Bobby, makes an obvious pointer."Son of Blake Taxington Senior and Serriah Mary Taxington."

Do I really want to waste time explaining my mother is named after a water band? No, not really. It is too complicated for a single terminator CPU to comprehend.

"I call you Bobby." I said, pointing to the middle one. "And you'll be Jackie,"--I refer to the second one beside him.--"Bobby should call you Steve,"--and the one beside Bobby. "And you at the back."I snap my fingers--that apparently still snaps in a gun--right at the one staying idly at the back.

The one at the back seemed so dead on serious and puzzled.There is something wrong when bad guys look cute and stupid when given their own name.

"You'll be 'I'll be 'backkie'." I said. "I'll be bacckie. Get it?"

"I'll be bacckie." The group repeats, idiotically."Bacckie."

"Yes." I said. "Isn't that better than being acknowledged as T-800's?"

Their serious-grim intimidating faces turn in to non-pleased facial reactions.

"At least I tried." I said, and then the thought of shooting came into my head just as I lifted my arm up towards them.

The--Bobby, I mean, was the first to go down by shooting multiple times at the chest. Cyborg fluid came out of his wounds right as Jackie charged as at me. Not as me, Okay? I delivered a sharp below to the private era then jabbed up at the chest and shot up at their chin and well you can get he picture what happened next. Jackie's body fell to the floor. Steve came next with only his hands reached up as though he had an invisible weapon to do 'imaginary strangling'. I only have practiced using guns at hand to hand combat thanks to the video games my son Luke has re-enforcing me to play him in 'duo player mode' when no one wanted to play with him online.

I took a step to the side letting Steve fall face first on the floor.

"You will be terminated." Steve said.

"Aww, the cat think it is going to to eat the mouse." I said, mockingly. "I don't exist anymore in this realoity. Your ealit to be precise."

I shot at the ...I mean Steve's face and he wasn't dead because you know, so I made the asterisk's gun power become more effected----effective, I mean.I sent another shot another round into his robot gray head before he could strike a wound into me and then did the same to his chest... I turn towards Backkie seeing he wasn't doing a thing. Frankly Skynet's most unexpected and not really intended Terminator was sent by Sherry.

"You are my target." Bacckie said.

"Then are you not shooting?" I ask while wiggling my asterisk arm-gun in mid air."Do you share emotions as humans do? Sherry is dead."

"No,she is not." Bacckie argues back. "She just sent me."

"I killed her." I said. "Well, more, like Me and T011 sdid." I proudly told him without regrets. "Frankly I don't exist anymore. How can I know something that hasn't happened yet? You might be wondering that of course."

Backkie held his hand out.

"I need answers." Bacckie said.

"You're going to be someone else bodyguard." I said while thinking about tranquilizer mode for the asterisk. "And it isn't going to be Sarah Conner--"

I strike a blow--more like a injection--into Bacckie's neck and then he fell backwards to the floor.He was dressed in clothing of this era. That was for for sure. I knew there was going to be a lot of work to do and it had to be done quickly because there wasn't much time on my hands and solidness. My feet were already beginning to become transparent. Our mission was a success.

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....Some other year in the future, 2036, probably...

"Hey Uncle T-11!" I shout.

I was really excited to go on a field trip to what had been formerly California. After the war with Skynet and the Resistance, we had won through time -travel. That's what my dad had said. But the war that had been going in through time and killing had left scars behind among the states.

"Yes Blake?" Uncle T-11 asks, looking away from his really strange red cylindrical object that had a black string barely hanging on.

"Daddy told me you knew where to get some cool music from." I said.

T-11 had this really friendly vibe about him and a kind-wise reassuring smile on his face. It seemed he was the perfect individual for a professor position. My parents had Uncle T-11 babysit me when I was a toddler when they had to go somewhere because he was the only one they trusted to house sit and baby-sit. He had a missing eye but that didn't matter to me. He was still an awesome uncle who technically isn't related but my dad strongly associates him to family.

"The internet is not new." Uncle T-11 said.

"I know." I said. "But I come up with different search results."

"You sure that you're spelling music right?" Uncle T-11 asks.

"M-u-s-i-c." I spelled it out. "C-o-o-l."

Uncle T-11 has a great pause and contemplated. At least that what's how my mom usually explains to me the way Uncle T-11 thinks. Uncle T-11 has a long chin, these cool cheek bones, and cool bedside hair and missing eyebrows. No seriously my uncle does not have any eyebrows.Once upon a time he may have had eyebrows before I was even born. He had a eye patch over the area where an eye is missing. And he always keeps that red cylindrical hat as a 'reminder' for something.

"You didn't have search filter on." T-11 takes out his computer then places it on the table.

We were both in front of it since it was so big and huge, and that we're sitting on a couch, too. Okay, I am visiting my uncle who isn't related to me because my parents are going out on a anniversary for the some odd year that Skynet hasn't restarted their efforts.

"What about this?" Uncle T-11 asks, pulling up a music video.

Loud blaring and and odd lyrics came from the laptop. It was so excruciating and unbearable I couldn't stand it.

"No, I don't like that." I said.

Uncle T-11 laughs, lightly shaking his head and searched up another song on a website that isn't quite quite legal. He's the one who gets out the virus and doesn't get his computers broken down because of that.Uncle T-11 is the computer whiz.

"Classic music?" Uncle T-11 asks.

"I like that." I said.

"You remind me of someone I knew, a long time ago. " Uncle T-11 pulled up the classic lyric video.

I was staring at the lyric box hearing the words come off so good fantastical. If fantastical is not a word then sure it is right now.

"I love this song." I said.

My uncle T-11 always , and sometimes, usually said I was a good reminder of a good person he knew.I It is a cool side note but that may not play into any family tree projects my teacher may assign my class. And the guy who lead the Resistance against these awful machines had used that man's help to accomplish this.My dad is friends with T-11 and John Conner the former president for some odd and really cool reasons.

"Blake." Uncle T-11 said. "Has your father told you about the man you were named after?"

"No." I said. "But I hear a lot about him from you."

"His name was Blake Taxington Junior." Uncle T-11 said. "He sacrificed his existence to save John Conner's."

I look towards Uncle T-11 finding that an odd thing. Our names sounded alike except my dad isn't named Blake Taxington, and, I wasn't named after my dad. And I don't have the 'junior' part in my name unlike that guy.

. "...I was named after him?"I ask.

"Yes." Uncle T-11 said. "He was the one who fixed , and helped, the Resistance beat Skynet."

So to him, the man who never existed, saving the world was the end.