I guess there's a time for everything, even for learning more about T-11.Who I swear may have some relations to these terminators that John highly speak of in a mix of hate and fondnesss. Maybe that's just me because he already told me a Terminator saved his life and attempted to end it as he grew up.

"T-11." I said, as we were hanging in a car across from the house that 'pops' and Sarah resided in. "What's your real name?"

"T-11." T-11 said. 

I stare at him finding this odd.

"What does that mean?" I ask. 

"Tyler." T-11 said.  "I go by my birthname."

"Your birthname is Tyler." I said, quite stunned. Why the hell have I been calling this man by T-11 instead of Tyler? This is so messed up.

"No.It is Tyler 11."  T-11 said.  "Tyler is the is the name I was given in bootcamp."

"You mean training camp for Skynet." I said.

"Yes, them." T-11 said. "I was programmed."

"What?" I said.

"I was programmed." T-11 repeats.

I mean, what the hell. I rub my forehead knowing my question wasn't really coming across. So much for being the top five in the high school class of some year I cannot remember. John has a memory like a computer organized under files, names,dates, and chronological order.

"Aren't we going to restore a timeline where we fight against terminators?"  I ask.

What T-11 would say next might be startling or something really screwed up.

"Yes."

"Then why are you helping."

"John Connner is my greatest asset."

He did sound like a assassin male terminator; one of those strong, red heads,incredibly tall, and muscular men. They reminded me of some man from a movie called 'Predator' and another movie that escapes my mind.

"No, that's not the whole picture."

T-11 smiles a little.

"He found me."

What, how, why, when was this even possible?

"....He what?"

"He found me."

John Conner, the intelligent-armed and most important  man on this living planet had taken in a terminator over some kind of battle or something.It seems so contrary to how he approaches the terminators from Skynet. I have seen him and T-11 slay some Terminators saving my sorry-ass when the terminators had gone hey-wire.

"How can he just find you?"

"I was a kid back then."

"I don't understand."

"I was functioning, as a human and cybborg."

I tilt my head. John Connner is  listening into the conversation that is carried inside the house. We, the two men, were left in the black SUV that had a scandelous streak of white lines on both side while John went out and bought some snacks from a local 'gas station'. Gas stations went out years ago in the future that I came from. Skynet found no use since we all relied on transportation devices that zappped us to and fro.

"So, you're..." I shook my hands and my head too. "I don't understand!"

"You don't need to." T-11 said. "John Conner calls me T-11. By the name I was manufactured and born under. And he comes back. He always does. When I was fifteen, a group of my friends and I went so smart so we went after for some...girls who were taken in the real Skynet future." T-11 explains to me the figure that John Connner played in his past. "I may have lost a human leg from that. John was the one who dragged me out of the building before I could go back for my friends."

"And doesn't that bother you?" I ask.

"It does to this day. " T-11 said, followed by a sad sigh. "I am the latest version of a cyborg programmed and engineered to be human."

I lift an eyebrow. 

"So, you were born." I said. 

"Correct." T-11 said, leaning back into the chair.

John is listening into the conversation (Basically anything going on inside the building)from inside the hos thanks to a spare radio  in the stolen car he drove off with. An hour ago.

"Do you have parents?" I ask.

"No." T-11 said. "If I did have parents;they would have been long dead when I was born."

So his parents egg and  other parts were put together on a dish and then merged together, and then, somewhere along the developmental stage he was exposed and changed in a  way to a cyborg. A cyborg who had a heart and a brain. At least this is how I am beginning to see T-11 as.

"How old were you?" I ask. "When he found you."

"Nine." T-11 began. "I lost a tooth. My baby tooth on that day after getting  into a fight with the other Terminators."  He refereed to everyone else in Skynet as 'T' or Terminators as everyone does, well counting John since he is mostly 'everyone' from the correct timeline.

"I ran. I ran fast as I could from that horrible place. I didn't want to be a weapon of war."

I hadn't heard about that part. All I knew what that Terminators were dangerous and could drive humans to extinction. 

"...A weapon of war?" I said, confused.

"War machines." T-11 said in a grave tone. "That's what Terminators are. We're built to overcome humanity and drive them out into extinction." He lowers his head quite ashamed to say it."I didn't want to be part of that."

"And when did John find you?"  I ask.

"I crashed into one of the resistances bases after days of running." T-11 explains to me. "John took me in as one of his own. I spent five nights and five days running, hiding, and mostly surviving before I met him. I would have died in the deserted city if it weren't for him. If he hadn't  told them not to shoot."

I look over the driver's side to see if anyone as been staring at the SUV oddly. I tapped my hands on the driving wheel. John had left specific orders to leave when we had been there too long and he hadn't returned, though John reassured me he'll find the van. I doubted that picturing him going through the night or in the daylight where there is a absurd amount of vans. And how exactly did we get in lot of cameras and audio machine's without ANYONE noticing? I don't know how we got pass that.

"Go ahead." T-11 said.

I turn my head towards T-11 pretty puzzled.

"Drive away into San Fransisco?" I ask.

"No." T-11 said, with this amused laugh.  "I meant go drive down the street. It has been an hour.."

"Oh, so would John be able to spot out the right van in this era?" I ask.

There is a lot of vans parked alongside the sidewalk.

"Of course he would." T-11 said.  "He's the expert in telling apart terminators."

I narrow my eyes at T-11.

"You are saying you can't tell any terminators apart." I said.

"Yes, sadly." T-11 said. "Sorry to be a disappointment."

"Eh, I might not exist to experience your real Terminator ID-ing in the correct timeline." I said.

I watch this smile grow on T-11's face.

"You exist, but as a kid." T-11 said, as I turned the SUV around from the parking area.

I felt my heart become warm and this feeling going up my chest. I lived, as a child, among the war that ravaged the planet between good and evil. My grip on the driver's wheel was tight but relaxed and reasonable. I came down the street to a abandoned house.I stopped near the abandoned house that had one house on sale across. I recognized a few of the key landmarks; the cliff-side part sticking out from the ground, the big rocket sticking out the ground, and the tree growing in around the house.

"Hey, isn't that the base?" I ask, lifting my head forwards.

"It hasn't been sold to a Museum, yet." T-11 said. "It just needs more tweaks here and there then it will have the base markings of Skynet."

I couldn't believe what was coming from T-11's mouth. This must mean Skynet had a different base in the correct timeline. The timeline that has everything wrong to the people who died to make it happen and the countless number of Terminators sent into the past to make the bootleg happen that initiates Skynet.

"...So Skynets base is THAT house?" I ask, looking at him in disbelief.

"Hard to believe, but yes." T-11 said. "It will be. Hasn't happened yet."

I lightly tap my forehead on the driver's wheel.

"This is so wrong." I acknowledge.

"How about listening, that always helps the mind from things like this." T-11 said, fiddling with the radio.   A unusual form of  music came on the radio.  "Oh I love rock 'n rolll! Because it soothes the soul! I LOVE AND ROCK  and rolll~"

I couldn't believe how terrible....no, he actually sang somewhat good. But I couldn't believe his voice could become so good for a very old song. I must have been gawking at T-11 because he was tapping is hands on the dashboard enjoying it or at least my gawking attention on him.

"Bad-aboooshs." T-11 sang, so silly.

All I know is that it became darker and darker waiting for him. Until we fell asleep in the SUV in the seats.I wonder how people back in those days just ignored creepy SUV's hanging outside at the sidewalk across from a abandoned building.