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kill t-x pls

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A human rebel leader and her entourage were flying above the Canadian sky. They’d hijacked a troop transport HK-Aerial and were on their way eastward. A scrappy Quebecois whose father had been a mechanical engineer in the RCA (and whose English was passable) and a lone-wolf hacking prodigy from the ruins of Calgary had been able to fix up and commandeer the fallen aircraft. They would go from the outskirts of Vancouver’s ruins to the town of Golden, 450 miles east; remote enough to miss the nukes and the fallout and small enough for Skynet to not yet send its armies. Once at Golden, pre-war population 3,500, a region-wide strategy session for the resistance leaders of former British Columbia would beheld. Word traveled from verified human courier to reprogrammed Terminator to verified human courier. It was hard to hide gatherings from Skynet, but it wasn’t impossible, as long as you left no written or recorded record.  Five humans and reprogrammed machines sent on five different paths to the same location, should any of them be intercepted.

About 10 miles from Golden, scouts – including one of the most hardened Remnant Mounties who managed to spirit survivors away from Vancouver and into nearby Stein Valley – were spotted coming from the west. That Mounty was a particularly valuable target. The engineer and the hacker both calculated that, combined with those onboard the helicopter, the total human death toll of crashing the HK-Aerial into this scouting party would be high enough to justify a modification to their schedule.

The hacker shot everyone on board and the engineer tilted the HK-Aerial down, down down into the ground, where it smashed in a fiery explosion, rotors swinging; the massive vehicle took so much space as it rolled down the hill that it crushed any survivors.

T-1000’s pieces slithered from under the rotors, reforming into a silver humanoid and then into his default form as he walked away from the burning wreckage. All the humans on board and on the ground were extremely dead, but they still needed to get to Golden. T-1000 thought sneaking the rest of the way by ‘foot’ would be the better call, but unfortunately T-X would have to come to the same conclusion. As was his protocol, he felt the molecular structure of all the corpses. He had hundreds if not thousands of human appearances, but it was apart of his directive to collect them. He was a shapeshifter. The more shapes the better. He didn’t have the architecture to run out of space.

The machine who did have the capability of running out of space, however, had yet to emerge from the flames. Machines, even one as unique asT-1000, did not become frustrated. They did not get angry; they did not get annoyed; they did not feel fear and they most certainly did not get impatient. No, T-1000 felt none of these things as he approached the fire to search for the other robot.

Fire was not hot enough to bother him. It shouldn’t have been hot enough to bother T-X. And what was there that could stop her hydraulics from lifting up whatever was pinning her down?

Robots also didn’t get distracted; this was why T-1000 ignored the way the human corpses – some dismembered from the impact - so fascinatingly shriveled and deformed among the warped and broken metal; the smell of meat and char and boiling plastic armor that melted onto the organisms’ bones.     

T-1000 found T-X pinned under the cracked hull, dragging her way out from under 30,573 pounds of metal on her legs. T-1000 stared for a few seconds, observing her movements and then assessing the situation. The … process probably took longer than it could have.

He jumped into the hull, bringing down a metal-shearing blade that was once his right arm onto the floor of it. Puncturing the metal, he cut off the part under which T-X was stuck from the rest of the hull, relieving the pressure on her lower endoskeleton. Face blank, he watched her remove herself using her arms with ease.

There appeared to be a problem. T-X’s lower endoskeleton was heavily damaged. Her highly advanced endoskeleton could not handle force of the impact combined with the pressure of the extreme weight.

“Highly advanced endoskeleton” was an oxymoron as far as the purely polyalloy machine was concerned.

T-X looked at T-1000 expectantly. The mimetic polyalloy of the T-1000models was able to conform with and repair mechanical damage to other Terminators. This was not the same as discretely morphing into mechanical objects; there was some sort of programming in the nanites that allowed them to follow the course of a Terminator’s machinery. Her own mimetic polyalloy did not have the capacity for independent programming, thus she could not repair her own endoskeleton.

T-1000 looked back at T-X. Their empty eyes stared at each other.

The T-1000’s primary directive was the recovery of essence – mimetic polyalloy. Repairing the T-X would be a depletion of mimetic polyalloy – his essence. It would be against his directive.

The T-1000’s primary directive was the recovery of essence. T-X, a currently damaged Terminator, had mimetic polyalloy. Nanites that depended upon her CPU chip to function.

Taking her mimetic polyalloy would align with his primary directive. So would eliminating a threat to his continued function. T-X made it obvious that her calculations led to inconclusive results regarding whether the prototype T-1000’sbenefits were worth the risks posed by the series’ potentially defective AI. It was only a matter of time before the paranoid Skynet viewed her projections as valid evidence.  

As a machine, T-1000 had nothing against T-X. She was an effective terminator. However, her current damage went to show that she was still inferior to the T-1000. A liability to Skynet. What if T-1000 had not been here, and the T-X, pinned down as she was, had been reprogrammed by the human resistance?

A normal terminator with a computer chip and an operating system, a slave to Skynet with no free will and only a passing resemblance to sapience. After all, T-X couldn’t control her actions. She didn’t have the capacity to understand them. She was not self-aware enough to choose to be loyal to her creator. Even so, the way her eyes bulged as T-1000 reached a silvery tentacle into her ear, the way she shook her head in fear as the tendril oozed through and unscrewed the plate to her CPU, the “No!” she cried out before the electric seizure began were extremely realistic, and still brought T-1000 satisfaction. But he could only feel the material of her endoskeleton, could only analyze the texture and construction of her CPU chip – he could not feel the fear she displayed.

He tilted his head as he watched her body involuntarily twitch and spark, the mimetic polyalloy erratically shifting into weapons and disguises, the jerky growl of her mechanical voicebox fading in and out. The way her inferior architecture relied solely upon the chip that he cradled inside her skull gave his processing stimulation via cognitive analysis, but the visceral component of feeling something, someone suffering wasn’t there.

So he pulled the chip out from its socket. She instantly deactivated. Instantly. Done. The mimetic polyalloy covering her frame simply dropped to the ground in a puddle, no master left to control it.

He pulled the chip out of her scalp and regarded it. Then, he reached his hand out to her mimetic polyalloy.

It came towards him. It melded with him. He felt the bonds between his native nanites integrate into these blank ones, becoming a part of him. Making him stronger; giving it a real home.

He regarded the slumped shell of a robot with disinterest and crushed the chip in between his thumb and forefinger.

Her endoskeleton was destroyed in the crash, so T-1000 destroyed her CPU chip in order to prevent the human resistance from recovering it. It would be a massive threat to Skynet had her CPU been left intact. That’s why he did it. Skynet calculated the decision as appropriate.

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[mercurized]

' you're still the inferior T model. '

“That sounds like something a machine who had just underperformed in a mission would say to one that had exceeded expectations.”

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@keepmercs​ replied to your post “' you're still the inferior T model. '”

❛ i believe you have me confused with another t-x model. failure is something my processor cannot simply understand. ❜

“Acknowledged. Not understanding failure explains why you seem unable to avoid it.”