Setting: A generic street

[unclebob]

The machine is puzzled. It's an odd emotion, but no stranger than the others he has felt over the past few days. Why is he still here? He was lowered into molten metal and went offline. That should have been the end of it. Should have, but was not. Now he is here, wherever "here" might be.

What is his purpose now? His mission has been fulfilled. John is safe. So the tall robot stands there with an unnatural stillness about him, staring out as the people pass on by. His face wears a small expression of befuddlement.

Comments

'80s reunion up in here?

[all_cop]

Detroit is a much safer city than it was, for the moment. But still, Murphy knows crime doesn't sleep, so his car still prowls the streets, looking for signs of trouble.

And that, there, looks like trouble.

His car rolls to a stop, and he sits for a moment, waiting for the figure to movie. Caucasian male, nothing else. His head tilts, puzzled, as he pushes out of the car's seat, rising to his feet.

"Do you need assistance, citizen?"

Woo-hoo!

[unclebob]

The T-800 turns his head to where he sees a....well, he's not sure what kind of Terminator that is. He scans the machine, but the results come back negative, flashing 'Unknown model' over and over again in his red-tinted vision.

He sizes up Murphy, internally wondering if he could take him, should the scenario come to that. An unknown model means unknown variables. Better to err on the side of caution for now. "Where am I?" He asks, his voiced colored by a thick Austrian accent.

[all_cop]

The accent marks the newcomer as a stranger. His CPU sets off on a race to track the accent down through his voice stress protocols, but he sense no deception.

Still, the question is a puzzle. Is he asking about the street? The city?

Murphy's head tilts, with a whir of servomotors. "Are you in need of medical assistance? Are you suffering memory loss from traumatic head injury?" He's looking, but he can't see obvious damage.

[unclebob]

The Terminator gives a brief jerk of his head from left to right. "Negative. All systems are operating normally." That in itself is a puzzlement. He'd taken quite a beating before being lowered into the steel. Being sent wherever he was seems to have taken care of the damage he'd received.

His question has not been answered. His eyes dart around, trying to find some clue as to where or when he is.

[all_cop]

'Negative'. That sounded like...him, really, something he would say, a programmed answer to an OCP protocol.

"You are in Detroit, Cadillac Heights. It is...not safe here." OCP has plans and their rehabbers are on the way.

[unclebob]

"That is impossible. I was just in California." Unless.... "Is there a teleportation system in place in Detroit?" He doesn't think there is, but he comes from a future with time travel technology and there's a robot of an advanced quality standing right in front of his eyes. At this point, anything is possible.