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Setting: A generic street
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.
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.
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To see it alive and full of people, the way it should be, sets off a deep feeling of satisfaction within the Terminator. They had won. There's the briefest flicker of a smile before he answers. "Negative. There is nobody I know in this place."
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"Then, how come you're here in Shizume City? Is it for a business trip?"
The man does seem distinctly un-Japanese. Foreigners come to Japan all the time for business trips, right? And it would explain why he seems to be so lost.
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