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…Four, five, six.
Marcus counted out the doors in his head as he passed them, coming to an uneasy halt in front of number six. Apprehensively he stood facing the door, and took a deep breath. Before he could stop himself, he reached out and knocked softly, twice.
Nothing.
He waited, and the seconds ticked by. Maybe she was asleep after all. It seemed likely; the murky halls were deserted so it had to be quite late. Marcus glanced around. In spite of himself, he decided to try one more time. He knocked on the door again, a little harder this time.
Definitely asleep.
Exhaling, not sure if he was relieved or disappointed, Marcus turned and began walking away when the sudden sharp click of a bolt being drawn back made his heart jump. Whirling, he saw the door ease open. A tousled-looking Blair squinted out into the hall.
Marcus bit his lip. ’Hey.’
’Marcus…’ she replied softly, in surprise. ’Hey.’
He shrugged ineffectually. ’Didn’t mean to wake you…’
She shook her head. ’No… It’s okay. I’d just gotten into bed.’ She squinted at him, folding her arms and leaning against the doorframe. ’What’s up?’ She asked quietly.
He paused. Suddenly, it was all a bad idea. ’I just…Nothing. It can wait. Go back to bed.’
He turned to leave again, but Blair called after him. ’Marcus.’ She wasn’t stupid. And she wasn’t about to let him off the hook that easy. ’Get your ass back here.’
He sat on a wooden chair that creaked dangerously under his weight, watching her as she moved around in the small space. The room was considerably bigger than the one given to him, but still Spartan. It had a larger bed, a chair, a wide table and a battered wardrobe in one corner. But the real difference between this room and his was that it was obviously someone’s home, an inhabited space. There were things everywhere, old, sad-looking possessions; worn clothes in drab shades of grey and khaki were draped over furniture, a tattered knapsack sat on the floor by a pair of combat boots. On a small table by the bed lay a few trinkets and a well-worn paperback.
He shifted his attention back to her. She was wearing a thin tank top and a threadbare pair of pajamas, her long wavy hair more tousled than usual. He watched her long arms, her profile, as she set out two chipped, cracked mugs on the table and poured boiling water from an ancient-looking electric kettle into them.
’Here.’ She handed one to him, and settled at the foot of the bed with the other.
Marcus took a cautious sniff. ’What is it?’
Blair paused. ’Herbal tea.’
Herbal tea? Marcus couldn’t help the flicker of amusement that crossed his face. He wouldn’t have guessed that Blair Williams, fearless Resistance fighter pilot and all-round badass was much of a connoisseur of herbal tea. A full-fledged smile threatened to break across his face. To hide it, he raised the cup to his lips and took a tiny sip. The hot liquid was bland, fragrant.
His thoughts seemed to broadcast across the space, and Blair’s response – a sheepish smirk of acknowledgement – was as unexpected as his. ’Yeah, I know,’ she said sardonically, ’Doesn’t fit the ’profile’. But,’ she warned him, ’Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. It works.’
’And what’s it supposed to do exactly?’ Marcus heard the gently mocking, almost flirtatious undertone in his gravelly voice as if it were coming from someone else’s mouth. His stomach felt like stones; the last thing on his mind right now was flirting with Blair. But somehow, this odd chemistry always seemed to bubble up between them no matter what the circumstances…
As if sensing his thoughts again, though, Blair suddenly sobered. Shrugging, she said, ’It’s supposed to calm you. Help you sleep, all that.’ She took a sip, seemed to hesitate. ’My mother drank it all the time. She swore by it, but I used to hate the stuff. Never touched it.’
Any lingering urge to smile on his part evaporated as quickly as it had come. This was the first time she’d ever mentioned anything about a family, about her past.
’But you do now,’ he prompted softly, his voice now grave.
She smiled a small, sad smile. ’Funny how perspectives change when the world ends, isn’t it?’
Marcus watched her silently, acknowledging this. So she’d lost her mother. Of course, they’d all lost someone, if not everyone. But still. He took another sip, wishing he could say something that would help, knowing that he couldn’t.
’How d’you get your hands on herbal tea in a post-Judgment Day world?’ he asked instead after a while, curious… and eager to steer clear of talk of her dead mother.
’A friend. Dixon… he’s one of our chopper pilots. He has some contacts in the, uh – well, it’s a black market of sorts. He keeps an eye out, picks some up for me when he can.’ She shrugged. ’It’s surprisingly easy to get hold of the odd luxury item if you know the right people. It’s the daily commodities we have to fight for,’ she added.Patch Francais Terminator Salvation
For a while, they drank their tea in silence. Marcus sensed that this was the end of their hesitant small talk, the little reprieve she’d allowed him from the real conversation they were going to have. Had to have, really, in the wake of all that had been revealed… Surprisingly, despite everything else that weighed on him at that point, Marcus found himself wondering about this guy Dixon, who Blair spoke of with such an easy familiarity. Was there something going on between him and Blair? He dismissed the thought. It wasn’t his place to wonder about that; Blair’s life was her own business, he told himself.
She was watching him. ’So, where were you?’ She asked finally. ’I went looking for you.’ Her tone was studiedly casual, but he sensed the reproach.
He shifted guiltily. ’I’m sorry,’ he muttered, the word feeling clumsy on his tongue. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d apologized to anyone for anything. ’I was…’ Words failed him so he shrugged. The sledgehammer that had been whacking away steadily at his temple all day seemed to gather new strength and he winced, massaging the area.
’How are you feeling?’ she asked, more gently. ’Even Kate was worried when you stormed off. Said you should be taking it easy. After everything.’
That made him feel even worse. The last thing he wanted just now was to hear of anyone’s concern for him. A very small part of him wondered briefly if the hatred hadn’t been easier to tolerate.
’I’m fine. Just a headache.’ As he uttered the words he realized he was obviously not fine; a headache was not something his carefully balanced, Skynet-enhanced nervous system would ordinarily be susceptible to. Again the irrational fear clutched at him. Something’s wrong inside my head.
Blair drained her cup and set it down on the floor.
Marcus clenched his hands tightly around his own mug, feeling a hint of tenderness in his recovering hand. He’d unwound the bandage as he sat thinking in his little room earlier, and the sight of his newly-healed hand still surprised him. The skin was pink and a bit raw, but the flesh under it was good as new, as if nothing had ever happened. Even the nails had grown back.
He cleared his throat softly, realizing he was nervous. There was no easy way to do this; he wasn’t much good at talking about heavy stuff to begin with, much less this stuff. He stared into the cup in his lap.
’Blair.’ He paused. ’About today. I wanted to say… I’m sorry.’ His throat seemed to dry up, and he hastily swallowed. ’That you had to find out the way you did.’
There was silence from Blair. Because he didn’t dare look at her, he had no way of gauging her reaction. His words hung heavily in the silence.
With effort, Marcus willed himself to continue. ’I should have told you about my past. Before any of this. I should’ve told you about the shooting. And the execution… Serena Kogan… all of it…’ he swallowed. ’But I couldn’t.’
He managed a glance at her. Blair’s face was expressionless but there was a flicker in her eyes. ’Marcus…’
’Wait,’ he said quickly. ’Let me finish.’ He couldn’t change what had happened but at least for once he could man up and tell the truth to someone who deserved to hear it. As hard as it was.
Her expression was indecipherable but she nodded.
’I don’t know what you think of me now that you know,’ he whispered, ’But I just wanted to say this; I’m sorry that… I’m not what you thought. That I’m not the good guy you thought I was.’
It seemed the truth actually did hurt – he was surprised by the dull ache in his chest as he spoke. But somehow, now that he’d begun, the words began pouring out. Hesitantly but steadily he continued his confession.
’When I met you, and what happened that night… you almost made me believe I was that good guy. I sat there thinking afterwards, and… maybe for the first time, I wanted to be. And then… everything happened. The landmine… Skynet. And then, what happened with John. I thought it was all over. You’d never have to know.’
Helplessly, he looked at Blair. She seemed to be blinking a little faster than usual but was otherwise composed. He forced himself to look her straight in the eyes as he continued now.
’And afterwards, after the surgery… I couldn’t bring myself to tell you,’ he admitted hoarsely. ’I didn’t want you to hate me. I wanted to pretend like none of it had ever happened, that I could leave it all behind.’
There were definitely tears in her eyes now. Disappointment, or sorrow? Or rage? He had no idea.
’I know better now,’ he finished heavily. ’The things I’ve done are a part of me – they’ll haunt me as long as I live. I just wanted to say I shouldn’t have kept you in the dark. Not you. I– ’
Blair finally cut him off. ’Marcus.’
His gut clenched painfully. ’What?’ he whispered.
For a moment she bit her lip, wiped roughly at the corner of her eye. Then she rose from the bed. ’Put on your coat.’
’Huh?’ He stared up at her, completely thrown for a loop.
’Put on your coat,’ she repeated firmly, reaching past him to take a jacket off the hook behind the door. She pulled on the jacket over her pajamas, and sat on the edge of the bed to tug on her boots.
’Where are we going?’
She yanked her laces tight. ’You’ll see.’
John Silverman sighed deeply, as deeply as if he were trying to expel a lifetime’s worth of regret and sorrow trapped in his body.
’Before I say anything else, you have to know that Serena… She had nothing to do with all of this. She was a scientist, pure and simple.’
This pronouncement was meant with stony silence from the Connors.
But Silverman now seemed unaffected. He had sunk deep into a well of memory, and his eyes took on a distant haze. ’I was privileged to work with her, to know her,’ he muttered, almost speaking to himself. ’Damn, that entire group of doctors… they were something special. What that generation – my generation – of scientists was on the verge of was incredible, but Serena outdid them all – advanced prosthetics, transplants, regenerative gene therapy… all really exciting areas of research. So much promise…’ he trailed off regretfully.
’But we should all have known better. Should’ve realized it could only end badly. When science becomes too radical, too advanced… well, you know the story. When the military started taking more and more of an interest in Cyberdyne’s Genetics Division, people finally started realizing it, but it was already too late. Things were changing, and fast. We always knew that that kind of research was tricky, had its ethical limits. And hell, who’d be stupid enough to trust the establishment. But never did we imagine…’
’What?’ John was barely controlling his impatience at Silverman’s endless ramblings. ’What did you not imagine?’
’Well, what we were told was that the military wanted Serena’s science. They wanted to buy it off her. To make it so that her techniques would be authorized only for top-secret military use.’
’For what purpose?’ John spat.
’Essentially the same purpose that Serena was developing it for, apparently. To treat the crippled, war veterans seriously wounded in combat… that sort of thing–’
’Seems like an awful lot of effort to go to for a few paraplegics,’ John broke in, a steely edge in his voice.
Silverman looked sharply at her. ’Exactly.’
Connor frowned. Something flickered in his head, a memory from many years ago… ’So that was just a cover… They didn’t want the technology to treat injured soldiers,’ he said quietly, dreading Silverman’s response.
The older man shook his head gravely, once. ’Of course not. Far as they were concerned, once a soldier can’t fight anymore you might as well take him out and shoot him like a dog.’
Kate bristled a bit at this vehement bitterness. ’You can’t make a generalization like that,’ she countered, but there was no real anger in her voice. ’My father was a military man, and he was a good man. The best.’
Silverman half-shrugged, as if to say What does it matter now?
’Look, can we move on? Connor was getting tired of having to prompt Silverman at every turn. ’What the fuck did they want?’
’Control. Absolute control and power.’ Silverman answered simply. ’They fully intended to utilize the outcome of Serena’s work in a way that better suited their purposes. What Serena did to Marcus – not just the process and how labor- and time-intensive it was, but how much it cost – why do you think she was able to do it? Where do you think the money came from? It was because they wanted to see if it could be done. And once they saw that it was actually happening, that it was workable, they began to move in. Began to take over. Do you realize that the military bought out Cyberdyne barely a month after Serena died? In a way, I think it’s a mercy she was on her way out of this life… I can’t imagine what it would have done to her to see her work taken away from her, everything snatched away and hidden out of reach…’
’So the military wanted exclusive rights to the technology. They wanted to use it for their own purposes. Dare we presume you’ll tell us what those were?’ Connor’s tone had taken on a new level of dryness.
’They wanted to create super-soldiers,’ Silverman said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He ignored the shock spreading across the faces of John and Kate as they took in the full implication of his words, continuing, ’If they’d had their way, Marcus would have been just a humble prototype, a granddad of sorts to the next-gen of fully-automated, remote-controlled hybrid soldiers.’
Silverman now spoke uninterrupted by John’s caustic questions. ’Skynet had nothing on the military’s plans. In fact, where on earth do you think Skynet got the idea of the terminators from in the first place? It was all there, all on record. The chip implant, the interface with his organics… Skynet is one lazy bastard. It doesn’t invent anything, or do anything from scratch. All it has to do is mine its system for a universe of crazy, dangerous ideas to keep it busy. Skynet just modifies, it amends..’
’Look, hang on,’ John broke in finally. ’This – this chip interface… you said earlier that Serena wasn’t out to do anything sinister and that all she wanted was to repair people’s bodies… if so then why have a microchip embedded in someone’s head?’
’She didn’t!’ Silverman snapped impatiently. ’Serena had nothing to do with Marcus ending up with a chip in his head. The control bit, that was where the military came in, don’t you see? To make their super-soldier program successful, the military would have to ensure a 100 percent rate of obedience from each one of these superhuman hybrids. Otherwise just think what could go wrong. Just think,’ he urged, ’Of what would happen if one of these guys went out, got drunk on a Friday night and got into bar brawl!’
The words, possibly funny in another context, were chilling to hear. John couldn’t help thinking back to when he was thirteen…
’Of course, that was an unacceptable risk,’ Silverman continued. ’So the only way for something like this to work was to have complete and utter control of the hybrids. Hence the chip.’ Silverman sat back in his chair. ’Another division of Cyberdyne was responsible for developing that chip under military supervision. The technology would’ve ensured that no hybrid was capable of disobeying a direct order… no matter what that order was. They would be like… well, like machines. Just carrying out orders.’
There was dead silence.
’So in effect,’ John finally spoke quietly, ’The first Terminators would have been created by our own military.’
Kate glanced at him; there was a heaviness in his voice that she knew meant he was deeply shaken by what Silverman was telling them. He wasn’t the only one.
’That’s crazy,’ she said softly.
Silverman looked at her appraisingly. ’Is it? You tell me. Is it really so crazy that our governments, our military, the same men who were sworn to protect – and who in fact made a fat profit off of wars, and dropped nuclear bombs on entire populations – would to do this?’
Kate continued as if speaking to herself. ’But assuming they could have done this, where would they find men willing to sign on– ’ she bit off her own words hard as the answer became starkly obvious. Of course. Where had they found Marcus? Kate’s mouth tightened into a thin line.
Silverman nodded at her obvious realization. ’Men like Marcus. Condemned prisoners, criminals, men with no hope – they would have been recruited into the program and given a choice that wasn’t really a choice; undergo the procedure, or proceed to their sentencing, which for most of them was death, or life imprisonment in the best of circumstances. It would be an offer they couldn’t refuse. Of course, they wouldn’t be told they were going to sign up for complete mind-control, just… a top-secret military project.’ Silverman’s voice was low with disgust. ’Most people would find that infinitely preferable to death by lethal injection.’
A long silence spun out again.
’Marcus didn’t,’ Kate murmured, rather irrelevantly.
’Yes, but most would,’ Silverman said, in a tone that was almost gentle now. ’That’s what those in power count on, always have; the human will to live. To survive, no matter what the cost.’Terminator Genisys
John took a deep breath. ’Fucking idiots,
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…Four, five, six.
Marcus counted out the doors in his head as he passed them, coming to an uneasy halt in front of number six. Apprehensively he stood facing the door, and took a deep breath. Before he could stop himself, he reached out and knocked softly, twice.
Nothing.
He waited, and the seconds ticked by. Maybe she was asleep after all. It seemed likely; the murky halls were deserted so it had to be quite late. Marcus glanced around. In spite of himself, he decided to try one more time. He knocked on the door again, a little harder this time.
Definitely asleep.
Exhaling, not sure if he was relieved or disappointed, Marcus turned and began walking away when the sudden sharp click of a bolt being drawn back made his heart jump. Whirling, he saw the door ease open. A tousled-looking Blair squinted out into the hall.
Marcus bit his lip. ’Hey.’
’Marcus…’ she replied softly, in surprise. ’Hey.’
He shrugged ineffectually. ’Didn’t mean to wake you…’
She shook her head. ’No… It’s okay. I’d just gotten into bed.’ She squinted at him, folding her arms and leaning against the doorframe. ’What’s up?’ She asked quietly.
He paused. Suddenly, it was all a bad idea. ’I just…Nothing. It can wait. Go back to bed.’
He turned to leave again, but Blair called after him. ’Marcus.’ She wasn’t stupid. And she wasn’t about to let him off the hook that easy. ’Get your ass back here.’
He sat on a wooden chair that creaked dangerously under his weight, watching her as she moved around in the small space. The room was considerably bigger than the one given to him, but still Spartan. It had a larger bed, a chair, a wide table and a battered wardrobe in one corner. But the real difference between this room and his was that it was obviously someone’s home, an inhabited space. There were things everywhere, old, sad-looking possessions; worn clothes in drab shades of grey and khaki were draped over furniture, a tattered knapsack sat on the floor by a pair of combat boots. On a small table by the bed lay a few trinkets and a well-worn paperback.
He shifted his attention back to her. She was wearing a thin tank top and a threadbare pair of pajamas, her long wavy hair more tousled than usual. He watched her long arms, her profile, as she set out two chipped, cracked mugs on the table and poured boiling water from an ancient-looking electric kettle into them.
’Here.’ She handed one to him, and settled at the foot of the bed with the other.
Marcus took a cautious sniff. ’What is it?’
Blair paused. ’Herbal tea.’
Herbal tea? Marcus couldn’t help the flicker of amusement that crossed his face. He wouldn’t have guessed that Blair Williams, fearless Resistance fighter pilot and all-round badass was much of a connoisseur of herbal tea. A full-fledged smile threatened to break across his face. To hide it, he raised the cup to his lips and took a tiny sip. The hot liquid was bland, fragrant.
His thoughts seemed to broadcast across the space, and Blair’s response – a sheepish smirk of acknowledgement – was as unexpected as his. ’Yeah, I know,’ she said sardonically, ’Doesn’t fit the ’profile’. But,’ she warned him, ’Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. It works.’
’And what’s it supposed to do exactly?’ Marcus heard the gently mocking, almost flirtatious undertone in his gravelly voice as if it were coming from someone else’s mouth. His stomach felt like stones; the last thing on his mind right now was flirting with Blair. But somehow, this odd chemistry always seemed to bubble up between them no matter what the circumstances…
As if sensing his thoughts again, though, Blair suddenly sobered. Shrugging, she said, ’It’s supposed to calm you. Help you sleep, all that.’ She took a sip, seemed to hesitate. ’My mother drank it all the time. She swore by it, but I used to hate the stuff. Never touched it.’
Any lingering urge to smile on his part evaporated as quickly as it had come. This was the first time she’d ever mentioned anything about a family, about her past.
’But you do now,’ he prompted softly, his voice now grave.
She smiled a small, sad smile. ’Funny how perspectives change when the world ends, isn’t it?’
Marcus watched her silently, acknowledging this. So she’d lost her mother. Of course, they’d all lost someone, if not everyone. But still. He took another sip, wishing he could say something that would help, knowing that he couldn’t.
’How d’you get your hands on herbal tea in a post-Judgment Day world?’ he asked instead after a while, curious… and eager to steer clear of talk of her dead mother.
’A friend. Dixon… he’s one of our chopper pilots. He has some contacts in the, uh – well, it’s a black market of sorts. He keeps an eye out, picks some up for me when he can.’ She shrugged. ’It’s surprisingly easy to get hold of the odd luxury item if you know the right people. It’s the daily commodities we have to fight for,’ she added.Patch Francais Terminator Salvation
For a while, they drank their tea in silence. Marcus sensed that this was the end of their hesitant small talk, the little reprieve she’d allowed him from the real conversation they were going to have. Had to have, really, in the wake of all that had been revealed… Surprisingly, despite everything else that weighed on him at that point, Marcus found himself wondering about this guy Dixon, who Blair spoke of with such an easy familiarity. Was there something going on between him and Blair? He dismissed the thought. It wasn’t his place to wonder about that; Blair’s life was her own business, he told himself.
She was watching him. ’So, where were you?’ She asked finally. ’I went looking for you.’ Her tone was studiedly casual, but he sensed the reproach.
He shifted guiltily. ’I’m sorry,’ he muttered, the word feeling clumsy on his tongue. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d apologized to anyone for anything. ’I was…’ Words failed him so he shrugged. The sledgehammer that had been whacking away steadily at his temple all day seemed to gather new strength and he winced, massaging the area.
’How are you feeling?’ she asked, more gently. ’Even Kate was worried when you stormed off. Said you should be taking it easy. After everything.’
That made him feel even worse. The last thing he wanted just now was to hear of anyone’s concern for him. A very small part of him wondered briefly if the hatred hadn’t been easier to tolerate.
’I’m fine. Just a headache.’ As he uttered the words he realized he was obviously not fine; a headache was not something his carefully balanced, Skynet-enhanced nervous system would ordinarily be susceptible to. Again the irrational fear clutched at him. Something’s wrong inside my head.
Blair drained her cup and set it down on the floor.
Marcus clenched his hands tightly around his own mug, feeling a hint of tenderness in his recovering hand. He’d unwound the bandage as he sat thinking in his little room earlier, and the sight of his newly-healed hand still surprised him. The skin was pink and a bit raw, but the flesh under it was good as new, as if nothing had ever happened. Even the nails had grown back.
He cleared his throat softly, realizing he was nervous. There was no easy way to do this; he wasn’t much good at talking about heavy stuff to begin with, much less this stuff. He stared into the cup in his lap.
’Blair.’ He paused. ’About today. I wanted to say… I’m sorry.’ His throat seemed to dry up, and he hastily swallowed. ’That you had to find out the way you did.’
There was silence from Blair. Because he didn’t dare look at her, he had no way of gauging her reaction. His words hung heavily in the silence.
With effort, Marcus willed himself to continue. ’I should have told you about my past. Before any of this. I should’ve told you about the shooting. And the execution… Serena Kogan… all of it…’ he swallowed. ’But I couldn’t.’
He managed a glance at her. Blair’s face was expressionless but there was a flicker in her eyes. ’Marcus…’
’Wait,’ he said quickly. ’Let me finish.’ He couldn’t change what had happened but at least for once he could man up and tell the truth to someone who deserved to hear it. As hard as it was.
Her expression was indecipherable but she nodded.
’I don’t know what you think of me now that you know,’ he whispered, ’But I just wanted to say this; I’m sorry that… I’m not what you thought. That I’m not the good guy you thought I was.’
It seemed the truth actually did hurt – he was surprised by the dull ache in his chest as he spoke. But somehow, now that he’d begun, the words began pouring out. Hesitantly but steadily he continued his confession.
’When I met you, and what happened that night… you almost made me believe I was that good guy. I sat there thinking afterwards, and… maybe for the first time, I wanted to be. And then… everything happened. The landmine… Skynet. And then, what happened with John. I thought it was all over. You’d never have to know.’
Helplessly, he looked at Blair. She seemed to be blinking a little faster than usual but was otherwise composed. He forced himself to look her straight in the eyes as he continued now.
’And afterwards, after the surgery… I couldn’t bring myself to tell you,’ he admitted hoarsely. ’I didn’t want you to hate me. I wanted to pretend like none of it had ever happened, that I could leave it all behind.’
There were definitely tears in her eyes now. Disappointment, or sorrow? Or rage? He had no idea.
’I know better now,’ he finished heavily. ’The things I’ve done are a part of me – they’ll haunt me as long as I live. I just wanted to say I shouldn’t have kept you in the dark. Not you. I– ’
Blair finally cut him off. ’Marcus.’
His gut clenched painfully. ’What?’ he whispered.
For a moment she bit her lip, wiped roughly at the corner of her eye. Then she rose from the bed. ’Put on your coat.’
’Huh?’ He stared up at her, completely thrown for a loop.
’Put on your coat,’ she repeated firmly, reaching past him to take a jacket off the hook behind the door. She pulled on the jacket over her pajamas, and sat on the edge of the bed to tug on her boots.
’Where are we going?’
She yanked her laces tight. ’You’ll see.’
John Silverman sighed deeply, as deeply as if he were trying to expel a lifetime’s worth of regret and sorrow trapped in his body.
’Before I say anything else, you have to know that Serena… She had nothing to do with all of this. She was a scientist, pure and simple.’
This pronouncement was meant with stony silence from the Connors.
But Silverman now seemed unaffected. He had sunk deep into a well of memory, and his eyes took on a distant haze. ’I was privileged to work with her, to know her,’ he muttered, almost speaking to himself. ’Damn, that entire group of doctors… they were something special. What that generation – my generation – of scientists was on the verge of was incredible, but Serena outdid them all – advanced prosthetics, transplants, regenerative gene therapy… all really exciting areas of research. So much promise…’ he trailed off regretfully.
’But we should all have known better. Should’ve realized it could only end badly. When science becomes too radical, too advanced… well, you know the story. When the military started taking more and more of an interest in Cyberdyne’s Genetics Division, people finally started realizing it, but it was already too late. Things were changing, and fast. We always knew that that kind of research was tricky, had its ethical limits. And hell, who’d be stupid enough to trust the establishment. But never did we imagine…’
’What?’ John was barely controlling his impatience at Silverman’s endless ramblings. ’What did you not imagine?’
’Well, what we were told was that the military wanted Serena’s science. They wanted to buy it off her. To make it so that her techniques would be authorized only for top-secret military use.’
’For what purpose?’ John spat.
’Essentially the same purpose that Serena was developing it for, apparently. To treat the crippled, war veterans seriously wounded in combat… that sort of thing–’
’Seems like an awful lot of effort to go to for a few paraplegics,’ John broke in, a steely edge in his voice.
Silverman looked sharply at her. ’Exactly.’
Connor frowned. Something flickered in his head, a memory from many years ago… ’So that was just a cover… They didn’t want the technology to treat injured soldiers,’ he said quietly, dreading Silverman’s response.
The older man shook his head gravely, once. ’Of course not. Far as they were concerned, once a soldier can’t fight anymore you might as well take him out and shoot him like a dog.’
Kate bristled a bit at this vehement bitterness. ’You can’t make a generalization like that,’ she countered, but there was no real anger in her voice. ’My father was a military man, and he was a good man. The best.’
Silverman half-shrugged, as if to say What does it matter now?
’Look, can we move on? Connor was getting tired of having to prompt Silverman at every turn. ’What the fuck did they want?’
’Control. Absolute control and power.’ Silverman answered simply. ’They fully intended to utilize the outcome of Serena’s work in a way that better suited their purposes. What Serena did to Marcus – not just the process and how labor- and time-intensive it was, but how much it cost – why do you think she was able to do it? Where do you think the money came from? It was because they wanted to see if it could be done. And once they saw that it was actually happening, that it was workable, they began to move in. Began to take over. Do you realize that the military bought out Cyberdyne barely a month after Serena died? In a way, I think it’s a mercy she was on her way out of this life… I can’t imagine what it would have done to her to see her work taken away from her, everything snatched away and hidden out of reach…’
’So the military wanted exclusive rights to the technology. They wanted to use it for their own purposes. Dare we presume you’ll tell us what those were?’ Connor’s tone had taken on a new level of dryness.
’They wanted to create super-soldiers,’ Silverman said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He ignored the shock spreading across the faces of John and Kate as they took in the full implication of his words, continuing, ’If they’d had their way, Marcus would have been just a humble prototype, a granddad of sorts to the next-gen of fully-automated, remote-controlled hybrid soldiers.’
Silverman now spoke uninterrupted by John’s caustic questions. ’Skynet had nothing on the military’s plans. In fact, where on earth do you think Skynet got the idea of the terminators from in the first place? It was all there, all on record. The chip implant, the interface with his organics… Skynet is one lazy bastard. It doesn’t invent anything, or do anything from scratch. All it has to do is mine its system for a universe of crazy, dangerous ideas to keep it busy. Skynet just modifies, it amends..’
’Look, hang on,’ John broke in finally. ’This – this chip interface… you said earlier that Serena wasn’t out to do anything sinister and that all she wanted was to repair people’s bodies… if so then why have a microchip embedded in someone’s head?’
’She didn’t!’ Silverman snapped impatiently. ’Serena had nothing to do with Marcus ending up with a chip in his head. The control bit, that was where the military came in, don’t you see? To make their super-soldier program successful, the military would have to ensure a 100 percent rate of obedience from each one of these superhuman hybrids. Otherwise just think what could go wrong. Just think,’ he urged, ’Of what would happen if one of these guys went out, got drunk on a Friday night and got into bar brawl!’
The words, possibly funny in another context, were chilling to hear. John couldn’t help thinking back to when he was thirteen…
’Of course, that was an unacceptable risk,’ Silverman continued. ’So the only way for something like this to work was to have complete and utter control of the hybrids. Hence the chip.’ Silverman sat back in his chair. ’Another division of Cyberdyne was responsible for developing that chip under military supervision. The technology would’ve ensured that no hybrid was capable of disobeying a direct order… no matter what that order was. They would be like… well, like machines. Just carrying out orders.’
There was dead silence.
’So in effect,’ John finally spoke quietly, ’The first Terminators would have been created by our own military.’
Kate glanced at him; there was a heaviness in his voice that she knew meant he was deeply shaken by what Silverman was telling them. He wasn’t the only one.
’That’s crazy,’ she said softly.
Silverman looked at her appraisingly. ’Is it? You tell me. Is it really so crazy that our governments, our military, the same men who were sworn to protect – and who in fact made a fat profit off of wars, and dropped nuclear bombs on entire populations – would to do this?’
Kate continued as if speaking to herself. ’But assuming they could have done this, where would they find men willing to sign on– ’ she bit off her own words hard as the answer became starkly obvious. Of course. Where had they found Marcus? Kate’s mouth tightened into a thin line.
Silverman nodded at her obvious realization. ’Men like Marcus. Condemned prisoners, criminals, men with no hope – they would have been recruited into the program and given a choice that wasn’t really a choice; undergo the procedure, or proceed to their sentencing, which for most of them was death, or life imprisonment in the best of circumstances. It would be an offer they couldn’t refuse. Of course, they wouldn’t be told they were going to sign up for complete mind-control, just… a top-secret military project.’ Silverman’s voice was low with disgust. ’Most people would find that infinitely preferable to death by lethal injection.’
A long silence spun out again.
’Marcus didn’t,’ Kate murmured, rather irrelevantly.
’Yes, but most would,’ Silverman said, in a tone that was almost gentle now. ’That’s what those in power count on, always have; the human will to live. To survive, no matter what the cost.’Terminator Genisys
John took a deep breath. ’Fucking idiots,
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