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.

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[unclebob]

The Terminator first turns his head to assess Taeko. The elevated stress patterns in her voice, more so than the tug on his arm, clues him into what's going on. It's exactly like something John would have done to let him know he'd done something wrong.

He lets the man go as abruptly as he had grabbed him in the first place. The small man stumbles away, practically running as he casts terrified glances over his shoulder back towards the pair. The Terminator takes no notice of him.

"I did not mean to scare him." There's no apology in his voice, his tone flat. He had merely been doing what she had suggested. "I was trying to get an answer."