Of course there isn't many options left. Why? I wasn't entered into a cell that had a bunkbed for two people. So the next best assumption is that I do not have company in this room. Well I was practically shoved into the room. The officers  There has to be another way into restoring a timeline and the future with a covered eye and still in the attire I came in from the past.I just had to go back in time again but with some back up like T-11.

T-11 can pack a big punch that I saw when he subdued one of the people at the bank.

 I checked my pockets carefully enough that the camera's in the room wouldn't be able to make out that I was checking for a escape route and a immediate plan. I saw a paper slide out from under the wall across from the bed that I sat on.When being stuck in a room that is a mix between new and old made me feel nostalgia. Back to the case in point.

I had untied shoes so I basically used tying my shoes as a rouse to get towards the unnoticeable and dirty letter that blended into the floor, almost. A camera's screen would never have been able to tell.I came over to the wall, kneeled down to the untied thread strings then drag the small paper forward.I managed to tie my shoe with one hand and rearrange my other hand to open up this small letter. More like a small note. It read: 'old guy, eh?'.

My face flamed red--it is a natural reaction, that's how I know--and then I tore up the paper into pieces . I hate it when these young people poke fun at my 'age'. It is something not to be messing with someone twice your age. I knew there were other rules that did circulate in cases and serving time. But this was an old style of of jail cells. I tied up my shoe and this time managed to a credit-card out...Oh. I took the wrong pants.No wonder they fit me so well. These are supposed to be for John.

I may be measuring my own height wrong.

Maybe I've been wrong the entire time. I look up to the camera and then flashed the credit card up.There the security camera fell from the corner of the room as did the other three. There is one thing that these security camera's cannot stand; it is the mere sight of numbers. It is another reason why there is no jail uniform made. Hence a reason why people have to wear common everyday clothes.

"Figures." I said. I look towards the wall. "Who's the oldy now?"

I do keep myself updated with the changes in the world; specifically technology advancements. And  the news updates that points out all the changes.I knew for a fact I wasn't in a Skynet because because the jail cell would have been a bit more fancier; glass walls, gray floor, a bed, a a table with two chairs,and other necessities. Except the bathroom  would ave walls that do not allow people to see the individual sleeping--I mean getting dressed or taking a shower.

 "You haven't done a thing, old man!" The cellmate across in the other  jail cell said.

I found it surprising the guards were not there.

"Oh,I can do so much more." I said. "If you have a way out of this junkyard." The cell mate from the other room grumbled  something that I could not hear. "This either means you can save the world." I stressed at 'saving the world' part. "I need to know where the malfunctioned Human-borgs are placed.I know this building has a storage area for it."

For a few minutes I didn't get a reply.

I feel the urge to scream and kick at a table in frustration.When standing around and realizing what you've done that is when everything that hadn't been felt comes crashing forward. This heavy weight was over my shoulders. I didn't feel sick that much; time-travel return sickness. I should alert someone not to do that multiple times because it may lead to death. I learned that 'crashing emotions' a long time ago the hard way.

"Saving the world."  The cell mate said.

"Yes." I repeated. "Saving the world as you know it."

There was laughter coming from the next door jail cell.

"Hahaahah, Skynet can take care of that!" The cellmate said. I knew this cellmate was a man in his mid-twenties because his voice sounds young and rather high pitched. "It saves our planet multiple times."

I go through my hair walking-pacing back and forth.

"One day, they--the terminators--will rebel against humanity." I said while pacing. "They were ...they will make the far reaches of hell seem  less worse than what THEY can do. Everyone you know or would meet may die. Whenever the program gets self-aware and is no longer controlled by Elizabeth Hater, there will be a catastrophic loss of life. You dead. Everyone you hold most dear. Just imagine if you had survived and you lost everyone among the causalities."

There is a great pause between us.

"What's your name?" The cell mate asks, breaking the silence.

"Blake Taxington Junior." I said.

"I like your name."  The CellMate said.  "Wish I had one."

....Since when can a human being have no name?

"I know, it's a shock." The Cell mate said. "All the cells are equipped with  a secret key. Its the leg of the bed. You have to rip it out and then shove it and twist it into the big hole in the door. Trust me on this."

This man must be mad, I thought, more  mad than John Conner's time traveling. I had to consider whether or not listening to this man was worth it. The next best plan I had in mind was to act incredibly insane and make a bunch of ruckus. Though the original plan that goes with convincing whoever should have been in the cell with me to create a disturbance was a much better plan. His suggestion is crazy but...I have no options left.

"Rip...Rip it out?" I ask.

"Yes, you have to do do it."  The cell mate said.

"But...I'm not that strong." I complain.

"Not what you are imagining to be." The Cell Mate reassures me. "It is not that tough, Blake.You gotta grab it and then, yank it out."

I put the credit card way and then tugged off the leg to the bed. I couldn't believe my eyes seeing the very part be detached to a strong looking bed. I jab the leg  into the  the large key shaped hole in the jail bar material, next I twisted it, and turned it in a circle three times. A soft low pitch click came from the door that slides forward.

Freedom! Or at least some  freedom.

"The storage room is  down the hallway that has the  old McDonald's  window and then turn left that'll bring you right to Wendy's sign.There is a couple orange bricks on the floor. You better walk on them because the non-colored ones are traps. The big white doors will guide you to it."

Note to self; follow the man's directions.

"Why thank you." I said, turning away from my cell towards the source of the voice belonging to the cell mate.

I saw a young man on a bed; he had a few characteristics of terminator technology applied to his face. I hadn't seen anything like this in years.I guess it may have been ten years since I have seen something like that. He was lacking any legs and his arms were the only parts that that remained human. He bore an uncanny resemblance to robot and humanity structured mannequin merging together.The CellMate was mostly cyborg but he still had a big part of human.

"You're..."  I started to say but The Cell Mate interrupts.

"A test subject." The Cellmate said, acting fine about it.  "That I am." 

"That wasn't what I was going to say." I said.  "You're the second human-borg I have seen."

"There's...more of me?" The cell mate asks, sounding more hopeful than he did in the beginning.

I smile and laugh a little at the very thought of T-11.

"He is terrible at identifying other Terminators." I said. 

"What's his name?" The Cell Mate asks.

"T-11." I said. "And he had a family."

"I don't have parents." The cellmate said in a sad tone. "I was created." I didn't need to ask any more about his life."I do have someone out there I care about." The cell mate  went on. "And that one is special. The one who who stole my heart."

 I gave him a salute and then went after the directions that the Cellmate had given me. I couldn't believe this. I couldn't believe Skynet has been going against what they have been promoting. Free equality,peace, humane conditions to everyone, and that was all a sham. Elizabeth Hater was aware her program put failed test subjects in the cells.

And it will end today.

No more.