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Sorry for the lack of coherency in this one, but I did dream of Cameron again last night (though she looked like Skylar from Alphas.) She lived with us in some capacity or another, only we all awoke one morning to have found she'd inadvertently killed and partially eaten her brother, Simon Tam! It was a nasty mess, and we were all very frightened at what she might do next - up to and including harming us!
Apparently I was a photographer for the local police department somewhere on the East Coast! Everyone wore dark brown trench coats and there were rows and rows of row houses. I got called to a crime scene of a partially eaten body alone in a house with no signs of struggle and no evidence of forced entry. The lead investigator had to step down for some conflict of interest reason and handed me the reins - my first assignment on point! Many people were in and out of the townhouse complex when I got a call from the chief of police, an African-American woman who wanted to know how to get to the crime scene. I awkwardly explained it was the same house in which she had just left - but because I had to take the call from a phone booth down the sidewalk, I didn't notice Cameron walking around the crime scene!
It all started to make sense. This was her doing, and I had to protect her to protect myself. She was still family no matter what. Sadly, I could tell that she was suffering from a glitch and back in full terminator mode. Her new mission parameters were to hunt down and kill...
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drax0r!She was getting ready to head to Wichita to murder him, and while I knew drax0r wasn't in Wichita, I also knew she'd kill all my friends and family in trying to get his location from them and I couldn't let that happen either. I was somehow able to get her to wait until later in the afternoon, and escorted her back home. Once there, I quickly devised a brilliant plan! We got her all packed up and I asked her if she'd take a note to my kin there. When she agreed I handed her a pencil and a notepad and asked her to dictate.
I started, "Cameron - " She looked at me, I indicated she should write this down, "Tony is not in Wichita."
She wrote it out, I continued, "Everyone in Wichita - I know you don't know where Tony is, but next time you talk to him, tell him I said, "Hi.""
I thought myself very clever.
Skylar
I dreamed of Cameron again last night. I was at a hospital in Mexico with a couple of co-workers when Cameron, who had been hunting me, finally found me.
She shot me 21 times in the torso when she ran out of ammo, and I lifted my gun to shoot her in her human head. When I couldn't, she was perplexed, and wanted to know why I didn't retaliate after she had caused me so much damage.
I had to admit to her I loved her.
She lowered her weapon in understanding.
I was patched up - surprised that I survived so many bullets, but it left my chest terribly scarred - something I wore with a badge of honor and would show anyone who asked when they saw Cameron and I shopping together in the Anna Brookshire's six months later.
I dreamt of Cameron again last night. She was tearing out memory and processors seemingly at random out of my rack systems, muttering River-esque things like, "Code's broken; contradictions, false logistics. Doesn't make sense." and "This processor is problematic."
I awoke uneasy at the thought of something so powerful, so damaged.
Auspiciously, immediately after my 0225 post about possibly writing some T:SCC fanfic, I dreamed that night of Cameron...
I was in college. My entire dream took place on campus. At first I was attempting to chat her up in the cafeteria, but I was at an awkward age, and mostly she would just stare back at me, with her robot's logic of 'its not necessary to communicate now' which made me feel like I was trying to talk to the popular girl and didn't deserve to do so. She wouldn't even really acknowledge me.
Later that evening I had a foreboding feeling of pending doom, though I couldn't localize it. I tried to keep my eyes on Cameron to ensure her safety, but there was a dorm-wide party in the halls and there were a lot of people milling about. As the crowd eventually thinned, I couldn't find her, and began to panic just a bit, quickly walking the four hallways which made a square on one of the upper floors in our dorm until I found her, laying atop her bed fully clothed on her side, with her back to the door. She was just fine. I closed the door and decided to make another round through the quad.
When I came to the first corner connecting two hallways I was surprised to find a group of workers around a manhole. I heard 'internet' and 'problem' and a red flag went up in my head. I quickened my pace. Even more surprisingly was a second group of workers around the manhole in the second corner of the hallways. I was standing there, staring at them, trying to figure it all out when one pops up from within the manhole and proclaims, "Found the problem!" In his hand was an orange fiber cable. I could tell it has been cut by the white strands of buffer tufting out its ragged edge. A cut fibre meant intent, and the only reason to disallow network access was...Cameron!
I ran now, toward her room, running forward rather than backtracking as this was the second corner on the floor. I was running as fast as I could, but because of the fear it felt like slow motion. I imagined all the horrific things which could've already happened, wondering what I would find while working through possible courses of action for different scenarios I might encounter if I wasn't too late. I burst into her room and saw a man sitting on the edge of her bed near her head with a silver-plated automatic to her temple, and I screamed her name louder than I've ever screamed before. I screamed her name filled with a mixture of terror and grief and its ferocity visibly startled the assassin. In the time it took him to look up, acknowledge and assess, it was too late. Cameron had awoken, and reacted, disabling the would-be assailant without even a change of expression.
On a whim, I picked up Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles first season last week, for something to watch until the fifth season of NCIS came out Tuesday. There weren't but a handful of episodes in the first season, and it was relatively inexpensive. I wasn't expecting much, especially after the the forgettable third movie, but I was wrong. It was fantastic!
First of all, Summer Glau plays the same creepy/gorgeous chick we've all come to know her as; being typecast sometime works very, very well. And because this is a television show, there's not a lot of budget for over-the-top action scenes or cut-rate CGI, leaving plenty of time for good plot development. The stories were well-told and believable, falling just after the events of the second movie. And if you're like me, you were wondering just WTF the casting director was thinking with the milktoast dude they chose as John Connor in the third movie. While the actor in the series doesn't yet seem comfortable in his role (or even as a good actor) he does manage to pull off the duality of teen angst coupled with the global responsibility he carries.
Another treat was the score - during the first episode I paused it and closed my eyes; bringing an invisible baton up and recreating what I'd just heard. "Sounds like Battlestar." I said to my wife (with heavy Brad Fidel overtones, to be sure). She agreed and I was surprised to see that the composer was indeed, Bear McCreary! Bonus.
Now, this isn't Cameron's Terminator but I greatly enjoyed the pace of the show, the new characters, and the actors quickly grew on me. And with Summer Glau a prominent part of the cast, its a great watch and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
