"This is deeper than I originally thought." John said.

I killed a security guard by accident. Entirely by accident. I really wanted to kill off the young man who was acting frantic more than a woman and a high pitched teenager put together.

I guess there isn't much to being from the future. The past is more than ridiculous in how I remembered it in my childhood years. How can things get more deeper? Can there be a cat hybrid walking among humanity and we are still not aware of it because there's a way this cat hybernoid knows how to transform to feline -quality individual to normal human shape? That really sounds far-fetched.

"What?" I ask. "What about this seems more deeper?"

"They didn't believe me she  lost her grandparents years ago..." John said. "The Sarah Conner I remember is not raised by a terminator."

Conner takes out this roll shaped item that had a small black screen at the middle and a row of light  on the screwdriver handle grip  part. I hadn't seen anything like it while being the driver. T-11  was in the passenger seat. John is at the back  getting dressed into clothing of this era. I was skeptical this may be a good ...embarrassing moment for a young man like John.

"Does this involve not remembering....Eh this slightly uncomfortable dressing up." I said, trying to keep my attention off the very man getting dressed in the back. Not many men my age feel comfortable watching younger men twenty years minus their age get undressed in front of them.

"Blake,  this van has dim-dark windows." T-11 reminds me. "There is nothing to worry about."

"Last time you said that we ended up having to use the fire extinguisher on the eggs you were toasting." I said. "I don't know how that sounds 'okay' for you."

I heard John's laughter at the back. I hadn't heard a laugh like this in twenty-one years. Maybe it is just me not hearing honest laughter in years,since  the future--MY future--there is really lame jokes and one-liners made for bingo games. Not much to say about my perfect-almost-utopia home.

"John, what are we going to do with the glowy screwdrive-roller?" T-11 asks.

"Make her forget about the terminator." John said

John eyes at me. So did T-11. I could tell there were not going to be some nice exchange between Sarah Conner and I by the looks on their faces. They were ...you know, gazing at me like I was shark bait.

"I am not going to be the sharkbait." I insist.

T-11 puts a red fezz on my head.

"You're already it." T-11 said. "Wear the fezz, it makes you less soldier-like."

I take the fezz off my head.

"No way I am wearing this." I said.

"Yes, you are." John said.. "We need a distraction to get Sarah away from the house."

I took a turn to the left.

"Speaking of which. How's the tapes been saying?" I ask.

"I keep hearing Pop from her." John Conner said, as if it were a wicked witch's curses. "It irks me she's calling skynet's assinater as 'pops'."

I glance towards T-11.

"Wearing a fezz is not going to make me seem not soldier like." I said.

"You can  put on a Young ER George Clooney impression." T-11 said.

I was surprised that T-11 knew  who George Clooney was.

"He wore plaid buttoned up shirts and just average pants. And a white jacket with a..." He waves or more like flaps his hands trying to figure out a word. "...Doctor's thing around his neck."

I couldn't help but recall the E.R TV series George Clooney was mostly or had mostly started his Hollywood career from before he became a ...what's it called again. Oh yea--ah man I just forgot it again. Since this plan relied on getting Sarah Conner out of the house...we had to make sure Sarah wouldn't be there when we kicked Terminator-butt. John decided it wasn't worth it to wait for something to go troublesome because Skynet may have realized this terminator is not doing his mission.

John could not wait for a Terminator from my future to intervene.

And we get ready to initiate the plan. Because we had to get the supplies from this era without looking suspicious. It took two days for this gather to get completed using the money we had laying around in those big black bags. I wanted to listen into the tapes just to hear what John had heard. But I didn't get the chance to listen in; at all.

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...Three days pass...

...Afternoon...12:45 PM...

"...How does stealing a Mercedes become  vital?" T-11 asks, leaning against a mailbox.

We,as in T-11 and I, were stealing a Mercedes.Well it was mostly me doing the stealing and T-11 being the bystander who didn't want to take a part in it. If Mercedes don't exist in this correct timeline then please exit the room and go to the nearest exit so you can wrap your ahead around this very complicated matter. I lower my head down towards the steering wheel using my hands to tap together two wires, I take out the blade from my mouth--I had my jaw on the handle initially and safely--and slice off a tip from the wires.  I press the two colored exposed wires together and lala  the electricity sprang the automobile to life.

"It seems  more ...." I hesitated for a moment. "Different."

"This entire world is different." T-11 said.

"Your name should be Tyler but you refer to yourself as Terminator-11...aka T-11." I said. "This is different from your strange ...name, young man."

"Not that much." T-11 said,strangely not offended by my point.

I opened the door to the car and got in.

"You see those bushes over there?" I ask, pointing to the  biggest tree I ever had seen in my whole life.

T-11 turns his head up towards that direction.

"Yes, yes I do." T-11 said, and turns his head back towards me.

"Go hide in there with John." I said. "He's waiting up there so I'll not get this plan blown. Can you imagine if you went into the backseat and startled this poor girl...right after she go in expecting to be taken to a luxurious spa at the outback?"

"Now that you say it, no." T-11 said.

I smiled at how smoothly this would go.

"Then do me a favor and go." I said. "Nobody likes a backfire."

  T-11 held out the fezz to me, still insisting I wear it.

"No." I said. "I told you twice. I am not wearing the Fezz."

"You can wear it for luck." T-11 said.

"...Fezz's are not lucky charms." I said.

"There is a lucky charm in the cereal box in the shape of a fezz." T-11 said.

This boy must be making this up.

"That can't be true."  I said.

"In 1982, the year you're born,there will be a chewy lucky charm in the shape of a fezz." T-11 informs me.

I was feeling puzzled. I hadn't bothered to ask or find out what year it is.

"We've visited a alternate timeline where Kyle Reese has never gone back in time to save Sarah Conner." T-11 babbles on.  "And never became a waitress.John's father...in this reality, meets her in five years...If we went back further.She was supposed to be 19, not 21. The fezz lucky charm has already been made. We can still fix this timeline to correct it."

"...John...he....just..." I was stunned to say for the least.

"Messed up the years." T-11 said.

"No, he screwed up." I said. "We should have arrived to the date 'pops' came in!"

The trees were in the back and no one can see through the side that two men were hiding in the trees that took on the characteristics of bushes except they were taller and more branched out. Even one of the men were a Human-borg  who couldn't get poisoned and infected by whatever insects roamed the tree bark. Once T-11 went up there I decided to start my part, well more like John Conner gave me the signal, and I went to the doors, The door, I mean. There is not two doors there is one door that looks pretty old fashioned with a handle and a doorbell.

I had a face-mask on that made my looks younger, not older, and quite business-relaxing like. I pressed the doorbell. I initially feel nervous how this part would play out. I had to relax myself hearing the footsteps from behind the door coming an the annoying beeps repeatedly going even though I wasn't pressing on the doorbell. Wait a minute, I am still clicking on the doorbell. I reach my hand away from the doorbell mentally chastising myself to not be so blonde. I used to be blonde  during my teenager days. I was the blonde kid among the football hair shaped boys who had brown hair.  chocolate band kids. That's at least how some people recognized me from the band. I was the only one who stood out. The door opened and here stood Sarah Conner wearing a biker's jacket, long dark jeans, ear piercings, and incredibly crystal blue eyes. Wait is she supposed to have blue eyes? Okay I don't give a crap about 'who's supposed to look' ordeal in this.

I didn't get why John chose this year. And ..that I was already born.

"Who are you?" Sarah asks, narrowing her eyes at me.She looks at me oddly, and then tilts her head and raises an eyebrow. "And why are you wearing a fezz?..."

"My name is Blake Taxington, Junior." I introduce myself. "I have a opportunity from the outback Spa group. Your parent signed you up for this ...one chance only back massage." I pointed up to the fezz. "And this little fella is part of our greeting to the 'one time free back message' lucky person."

Her eyes almost glint.

"My pops?" Sarah pats at her chest. "He....did that?" 

"Yes Mam." I said. I nodded in the correct manner a really prepared person would do.

Sarah turns way from the door and then shouts "Pops, I'm going to the Spa!".

"I am not feeding the dog twice in two days." I heard the most ...oh my--that is ...oh my that really is him.It is the Terminator-800. He has a definite tone that really is the hallmark for  a Terminator.

"I will be back for dinner." Sarah said in the most reassuring voice.Turns out she may or may not return for dinner, at all.Sarah turns away from the hall and raised her eyebrows. "My ride's...kind of in the shop."

"I have one for that case." I said, taking a step aside gesturing to the Mercedes. "I thought a lucky  woman should be treated the way her father wants her.It comes free with the massage."

Of course, literately, that is how I see 'gifts' from parents to children--adults or teenagers, in that fact---that wold be the best thing they had for the day.With that reassurance Sarah was out of the house, closing the door behind her. Next,after we got into the Mercedes, I took a drive down merrily road. Sarah was looking out the window letting her hair fly behind her in the distance  and the breeze made it seem more attractive of her. Well I mean it made her look so...It made her seem gorgeous. I came to a stop at a red stop light--yes, they had stop lights in this time---. I managed to take halt with a hard sharp pitch to the drivers breaks.Sarah looks initially startled. She looks to me with a scowl and mixed emotions.

"We're not getting into a wreck, Spa-driver." Sarah said.

I am surprised she hadn't gotten suspicious of me at the time. I had been using a fake German accent and it was apparently being pulled off well. I sigh pressing the button on the side of the cardoor to the driver's side. The roof came over the carriage like insides. I pressed the window-shield dark tint button on right beside the roof activation rounded button. The window shields slowly rolled up. Sarah looks at me more startled and perhaps confused.

"I was enjoying that." Sarah said.  "Roll down the window--"

I take out the device that John Conner had given me,then held it up before she could get out the car. I had locked the doors. Oh yes, this is a deserted street where no car ever comes down.And yes this is a perfect place to do a perhaps important mission that determines the lives of many people.

"You will forget this ever happened." I said, the button on the underside of the device had been clicked on.

I had to make sure she wasn't gong to be awake when John Conner destroyed his most hated enemy.
Sarah was staring at me so zombie-like.

"In the next five minutes you will be a women. A woman, I mean." I continue and correct myself. "Without parents.Living the life of normalcy.You were orphaned by a killing that left your grandparents and parents dead. You were taken in by a officer. But he didn't last long. You were never taken in by a cyborg named Pops, or, 1-800." I knew the redness on the screen was going up as the clicks were slowly getting louder. "You are Sarah Conner, 21 years old, and you need a stable job."

"No--" Sarah  shrieks but the white light went off and then she was out.

Sarah collapses in the  seat. I take off the fezz and then the face mask that easily had been deceiving her for quite a while. I had been driving for at least fifteen minutes down the road with Sarah when she had been awake--and then....well you know when the most enviable event happens and you can't do a damn about it? I saw the black SUV going down he road with many bullet holes. T-800 was climbing on the top very determined. I knew this wouldn't end well for T-800 and yet I wanted him to burn and feel the agonizing pain from those his kind would later inflict in the right timeline with John Conner.

I pressed the unlock button for Sarah's side of the vehicle.Strangely I wasn't fading away or disappearing in the slightest.It seemed as though we were not done fixing the timeline to save the entire world from a war between machines bearing human organic tissue.