I didn't really realize how long John was gone until it was morning. And that I had waken up on a mattress. At first I thought, What the hell?, hearing a crack in my back that felt relieving. Isn't Doctors supposed to be prescribing me some pain relievers about now? Things aren't that automatic in this century of Earth.Once standing up properly and expecting just a slider to perpell me forwards; I fell straight forward on the floor.

"Morning, floor-face." I heard T-11 from down the hallway.

Man, I must have really thumbed loudly. I really wanted to call T-11 'That fezz' lover.

"Kiss my behind!" I said.

The slider usually would take me to the bathroom. The slider was only exclusive for that because most of the activities relied on foot and free will. Which is what Skynet promote for all humosapians. And Terminator-esque cyborgs becoming their own person.

"You're up this time." T-11's relaxed voice came down the hall. "100%."

Back in the future I am from; I am well known in my family for sleep walking, and, sleep talking. It would seem as though I was awake when in reality I wasn't awake in the slightest. I get up from the floor feeling my elbows crack just how my back had done. Why the hell do I feel stiff? I thought using the wall to help me up without anyone actually coming over and taking the opportunity. Kind people are rare in my future and finding homeless people is very rare.Skynet made sure no one was homeless, no one. Because no one needs help there's not that much kindness shown in public.

"You were in the car for a couple hours." T-11's voice is carried down the hallway.

I didn't have a best reply at the moment. I am not sure if this man is psychic or not.

"I can reassure you, I am not a Psychic." T-11 said, as I had managed to force myself against the wall.

"I have so many questions." I said, forcing myself to take a step forward.

I don't usually sit in a car for hours on end. I hadn't driven one since the age of sixteen when the automobiles were ruled out and the Teleseporters were brought into society; for free. I guess my legs, combined with the rest and sitting, are giving me an earful of doing a long-forgotten lesuire time. Of course we still had recreation activities in my future but just not homeless,cars,wars, or anyone standing out of line. When I say standing out of line; I mean not following orders.

"I have more questions than you do." T-11 said, competively. I forced one step forward and then another foot forward.  "How do you cook eggs?"

I slipped on the floor. How can a person like T-11, who knows the correct timeline, not know how to cook eggs? I managed to get up  on my two legs and forced them to keep walking forward towards the source of T-11's voice. T-11 was standing over a microwave scratching his head looking puzzled and pretty stupid.

I made my best fake cough.

"You don't cook eggs in the microwave." I said.

T-11 looks up, and then his startled reaction turns into amusement.

"You're naked, Blake." T-11 said.

I look down.

I was indeed naked.

"That I am." I said, looking up.

"Closet is right behind you." T-11 said, opening the dishwasher. "The eggs should be here."

"The fridge, man, The fridge." I said.

I probably undressed myself right after...T-11 put me on the matress. I don't know why but that usually happens whenever I am asleep and stilll in unfirom; I undress my self. I have no memory of it what so ever afterwards. But I only know I do this because of my brothers. So as an average person in this era; I go to the closet, take out a towel--without a tag--and then wrap the towel around my lower body. I don't want anyone to see a butterfly tatto on my buttcheek.

And T-11 was still there scratching his head wondering how to operate the fridge when I came back.

"You are not adjusted to my way of living, are you?" I ask. 

T-11 looks away from the fridge. 

"Not at all." T-11 said. "This is not my way of life."

I softly laugh.

"Here." I swing open the fridge. "This is how you open a fridge." I gesture to the carton of eggs.  "And those are eggs."

T-11 merely stared at it. I may be a man in my fifties but that doesn't mean a childhood flare doesn't come up when you go back into time and space. It is kind of strange to be in an era I do not belong in,and, walking in history; literletly. I still look young, in my prime as a fifty year old man, and have some gray hair here and there, but its not all that impressive for a man like me to be in shape.Everyone--in my future street on Parkersvill,Idaho--relatively has a perfect body. It's the dream of veterans to be that fit in this time we've gone back in. 

T-11 took out the cartoon of eggs and put them on the table.

"Now ..." T-11 said, as he looks up desperately needing help. "Where's the automatic egg cracker?"

"So much for trying to cook." I said. "You broke into this house, didn't you."

"Not at all." T-11 said with a shake  of his hands. "I ....merely am doing some house sitting. History records show that two men who bail John Conner out of jail are seen visiting this place and then it is....unknown."

"John Connner is in jail?" I raise my voice. "What the hell."

"History records show he acted suspicious and strange." T-11 said. "Wearing that future uniform in the past." .

"I get it." I said. "And you wanted to act sweet b cooking breakfast; how cute."

"I wasn't taught to cook during my Skynet days." T-111 admits. It was a huge disappointment to hear a much younger man hadn't been taught  how to cook. I tilt my head at him. "You're trying to be kind." I aid.  "Kindness is not learned, it...grows. Here let me teach you how to cook, young man." 

I taught a robot...no wait. I taught a human-borg how to cook. Being from the year 2036 I like a good thing or two between knowing how to operate machines and what specific machinery  in the world of humanity can work in a specific era when time-traveling. I guess that is why John Conner took me with his human-borg alley--No I mean allly. I know why  John Conner took me with him and T-11 into the past. It is to teach his young cricket how to cook right before we go butt-saving our greatest leader in the future. 

In half an hour we were eating, while I was dressed up in attire that perfectly matched this era where Sarah Conner grew up in.The house has a extensive pair of clothes all lasting for a week in this time. We're only here because....

"Why are we still here?" I ask."If I don't exist in the future we're making."

T-11 stare at me for a long while.

"We're a paradox." T-11 finally said. "You and me don't rely on on John Connner to exist. This is his timeline we' re talking about. It's what sets him into existence in the first place."

"I ...don't get it.' I said. 

T-11 gets  a string of bacon  and cheese.

"This will make sense." T-11 said. "We're the cheese. John Conner's entire life depends on the bacon."

"So you're saying we don't depend on bacon to live." I said, dappling at my chin. I shrug at the very thought of relying on bacon to even live another day. I've lived thirty-three years baconless. "I can live without bacon."

"Exactly what I am saying." T-11 said. "In your future I was born and engineered to living parents. I was sent off to somewhere...not all the way nice." He mentions in a low voice. "I busted myself out of that hell-hole."

"Juvenile jail, basically." I said. 

T-11 nods, turning his head towards the bacon and the cheese.

"If someone takes a bite out of the bacon; the cheese remains uneffected until something happens to it." T-11 continues. "We exist in this timeline because of that.I met up with John Conner two weeks ago in your future and he was puzzled why everything was different.It took me awhile to figure out why I had memories that did not belong to this life." He taps on the table. "John wasn't adjusted to Terminators working in harmony with humans."

"Pity him." I said. "You can't leave a zone you're most comfortable in."

"Except he goes ahead and makes his comfort zone." T-11 jokingly said. "That is what sets John Conner different among the Resistance forces."