Author's notes: As I am getting nowhere with the sequel to my story 'Alien – Prodigals', I've decided to make a go with this one for the time being as it has been roaming in my mind a lot recently. While I got most of the story in my head, none of it is written down so be prepared that it will be some time between the updates. To prevent a misunderstanding, please note: This is an alternate universe; the events of Alien3 did not happen in this one. This is mostly a Terminator story which involves the human characters from Aliens, so no xenomorphs is expected to show up. Disclaimer: I own neither the Terminator franchise nor Aliens and no money are being made by this!
Enjoy the story.
The unknown future rolls towards us. And for each moment we pass it, in its wake we will find that it has affected every man, woman and child all in a different way. Some incidents leave only short-term effects while others have caused a change for an individual's life forever. Not even places are immune to changes of the future. Oregon desert was still marked as a natural resort, but tourism of this valley of beautiful landscapes, cliff formations and lakes was today in the late 22: ond century quite scarce. It had simply lost its charm after the Earth's own resources had been depleted and when the Weyland-Yutani Corporation gave mankind the ability to colonize other worlds. No one gave a damn for the mother-world's sceneries anymore –they were old news, so the areas were mostly abandoned and devoid of human presence. That was why there were no immediate eye-witnesses to the incident that happened tonight…
At first everything was calm – there was hardly any breeze in the Oregon desert this evening. But then corns of sand were suddenly picked up, plants were caught in a wind that had started out of nowhere, and then the air was suddenly charged with electricity although there were no storm clouds present in the sky. Blue bolts discharged against boulders and the area suddenly became very hot. And then suddenly out of thin air just above the ground a small ball of energy appeared which in just a second expanded into a giant perfectly shaped sphere which melted and disintegrated everything it came into contact with as it grew. And then as quickly as it had appeared, the bolts of electricity disappeared together with the giant energy sphere. Everything became calm again, only smoke and heated air remained of the mysterious electrical discharge. Within the space that the energy sphere had cleared however, something new was present.
Three figures sat crouched in a perfectly shaped circular hole in the ground. As one, the three men rose to their feet standing at their full heights. They were naked, displaying muscular bodies and cold impassive expressions on their faces. None showed any form of discomfort or any hint of having gone through some strange incident – to them their unexpected arrival in the desert had been completely normal. It was in fact completely indifferent to them, because despite their human appearances, they were not real men. They were in fact cyborgs: underneath the skin they were machines. They were Terminators! The cyborgs each scanned the area. They did not speak; instead they communicated via radio signals between them.
Terminator 1: AREA SECURED! NO HUMAN PRESENT!
Terminator 2: ESTABLISHING LINK TO ORBITAL SATELLITES! CONFIRM DATE AND LOCATION!
Terminator 1: CONFIRMED! DATE: OCTOBER 13, 2180. LOCATION: OREGON DESERT!
Terminator 3: PROCEED WITH MISSION IMMEDIETLY! STEP 1: AQUIRE CLOTHES FOR INFILTRATION!
Terminator 2: PRIORITY: LOCATE SUBJECTS! SUBJECT 1 OF 3! SUBJECT: REBECCA JORDEN!
Terminator 1: ESTABLISH SEARCH FOR A COMPUTER TERMINAL TO LOCATE SUBJECT 1 OF 3!
Terminator 3: PROCEED! LOCATE REBECCA JORDEN! MISSION: TERMINATE!
Without looking at the other, the three terminators walked off, each in its own direction.
Although there were none present in the immediate area of the desert this evening, the terminators arrival had not gone completely unnoticed. The electrical disturbance had been observed by three different sources. The first one was the Weyland-Yutani Tracking and Data Relay Satellite System Receiving Station in New Mexico. The controller who was monitoring the satellite which presently passed over and scanned Oregon couldn't make out what he was looking at. He found it funny that there was an energy cascade disturbance going on in the middle of the desert where there shouldn't be any electrical system present and the weather was clear. He thought that he should perhaps report this, but then he remembered: if he did, he might have to speak with the head of the special research department! The controller wasn't ready to do that, that guy gave everybody on the base the creeps. The controller thought up for a more logical explanation: it could perhaps be the local scavengers causing the disturbance, the scumbags of Earth who sometimes occupied the area that could be up to something. Maybe they were trying to power up a generator of some kind and it simply went haywire. And that sort of nuisance wasn't worth reporting! The controller figured that if it didn't happen again, then there was probably nothing to be concerned about.
The second who witnessed the disturbance on a distance was a man. He was a loner by the name of Frank Malone. He lived in a shack in the middle of the desert, simply because he resented the presence and company of other people. Frank was a largely built man who kept mostly to himself, brewing his own brew and planting crops of narcotic weed. Those he sold to customers over the internet and delivered with special hand-picked couriers from the town - that was how he made his money. And if any of the local authorities would show up to investigate his illegal business… Well, there were already five bodies buried somewhere in his soil. This evening as he sat on his porch enjoying some of his own products, he saw in the distance how some energy bolts momentarily flashed above the ridge. Since he knew that the area was devoid of anything mechanic, he was curious to what it could have been. Darkness fell a half hour later and it didn't happen again. But Frank did see that a lone figure was approaching his vicinity, coming from the direction where the flashing had occurred. Cursing, he picked up is heavy rifle and pointed the barrel towards the wanderer. Frank figured that he could at least kill his curiosity first, and then he would decide if the intruder was to be chased away or become a permanent resident six feet under.
"Hey, Buddy! What was that lightshow back there?" Frank called out. The wanderer didn't answer, but he did come closer into view – and what Frank saw disgusted him. The man wore no clothes!
"What are you doing walking around stark naked?" he demanded angrily. "You're not some kind of faggot, are you?" Frank really hated faggots.
The wanderer didn't react to the other's harsh tone. Instead he looked closely at the loner, as if he was measuring him up. That made Frank even more enraged. And then the newcomer finally spoke.
"Surrender your projectile weapon to me."
Frank pumped a round into the barrel. "You can have my gun, when you pry it from my dead hands!"
"Your proposal is acceptable."
It was too bad Frank Malone was a loner. No one would miss him for months.
The final observer was located in San Francisco. It was actually an automated system which was secretly hacked into the same decipher-program that the Weyland-Yutani Corporation used in the Satellite Receiving Station. Since the pirate-code was only reading and did not try to interfere, the computer jockeys had failed to discover the intrusion. The automated system resided deep inside an abandoned and forgotten bunker within a rock-face that had a nice view over the Golden Gate-bridge. The bunker lay in complete darkness; only the computer's small operating light revealed that there was some kind of activity going on. Usually the computer was dormant, but tonight it registered a disturbance which was similar to the parameters it was programmed to search for. Following its instructions, it sent an activation-signal to a different part of the bunker.
Deep in the darkness there were suddenly two dots of piercing red lights coming online. Had there been someone there to witness it, the person would see that the lights were the eyes of an old battered and seemingly heavily damaged robot skeleton, hanging suspended on a rack above the floor. The newly activated machine received the information the computer sent it and it immediately began to process the data, assessing what it meant.
ELECTRICAL DISTURBANCE DETECTED IN OREGON DESERT! ENERGY FIELD CONSISTENT WITH THE POWERSOURCE OF SKYNET'S TIME DISPLACEMENT UNIT! INVESTIGATION NECESSARY! CHARGING ALL SYSTEMS TO FULL POWER! APPLY POLYALLOY COVER!
Underneath the machine, a sealed vat opened and revealed a silvery liquid substance within. The liquid moved seemingly on its own and then it rose from the vat as if something was pushing the thick substance upwards from within. The liquid came into contact with the damaged robot torso above and it floated all over it, covering it completely. When all of the liquid was in place it took on a more humanoid appearance, shaping into a three-dimensional image with delicate features like pronounced facial marks, creases, brow and hair. Once the shape was finished, the shiny silver took on a different color – the color of human skin. The transformation was finished and the being was disconnected from the rack, standing straight. It was now a perfect undistinguishable shape of a man in his sixties – he was even clothed.
The man walked to a different section of the bunker. He pulled off the tarpaulin from an object standing in the corner, making dust fly in the process as he revealed an old but primed conditioned motorcycle. The man took a moment to open some safe-boxes, unpacking the contents of several guns and ammos which he loaded into the bags of the MC. Satisfied with the amount, he flipped a switch which opened the main door to the bunker, revealing the starlit sky of San Francisco. The man mounted the bike, started it up and took off into the night – destination: Oregon desert. After nearly 150 years, the terminator known as Pops rode again.