The New Model

The following is a transmission open only to authorized personnel.

7:48 AM

December 14, 1999

Holding cell 1795

Occupant: Gregory Grasket

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Blood type: N/A

Fingerprints: N/A

Charges: Insanity, murder to be reported to public, actual charges unconstitutional but necessary

Notes: Gregory made a statement today worth recording.

Please, you don't understand. I don't even know who I am. My earliest memory is lying naked in an alleyway. My head really hurt, and I don't know who I am and I don't know why this is happening… I got up and walked into this house, it was unlocked; I don't know how I knew. I walked in and found the clothes and took them, and this guy woke up, and I don't know how, I threw him out the window. My head hurts… I walked out of the house dressed, and down the street, and then I walked up to a cop and then the next thing I remember is holding a gun and walking down a different street. I was aimless, but I only went in one direction. So I just kept walking, like in a trance. Then I saw her. There was just something about her… I didn't hate her, I just really really didn't like her for some reason, and something clicked, and then I remember white curtains made out of birds and zeroes and ones and then she was just lying there, and I wanted to see if she was dead but my body just walked away. She didn't have to die. I don't understand why she did. So I kept walking, and found this bar, and I walked in and this teenage kid was sitting there. I looked at him, and then the next thing I remember was that I was lying down and the kid was gone. He did something to me. I don't get it. I got up, and took out my gun- it was empty. I don't remember using it. I walked out. It's funny, isn't it. I remember walking, but never doing. All I knew was that I needed to find this kid. This kid, I knew in my gut that I hated him. People were looking at my face, and saying things like "Are you OK?" and "That kid shot you!" I pushed those maggots aside. Everything suddenly disappeared. I was awake, but I couldn't see. I couldn't hear. I could feel, but everything felt wrong. Then my eyes opened again, and it was that kid, with a live wire. He stuck it into me. That's why it was hard to see. I raised my gun. I forgot. Out of bullets. The kid picked up what looked like a machine gun and shot me over and over and over again. Everything flashed forward, and I was holding him by his neck. Somehow, I knew his name. I wanted John Conner dead. Why, I don't know. I don't understand any of this. The last thing I remember before appearing here was being electrocuted by a woman in her forties. After that, I was here. I looked in a mirror. My face was gone. I saw my skeleton. It was all-metallic. Please. Somebody explain to me what I am. Because I really don't know.

Notes: Tests show that Gregory is a cybernetic organism, a model that works as a sleeper agent. If need be, it creates a human persona and hides behind it. If he is ever discovered, the form changes and it becomes somebody new, with a set of memories. Past personas include: Brian Artura, Kyle Johner, Jack Cromar, and Jack Hicks. The newest persona Gregory Grasket will be incinerated and recycled into automobile engines. The future will continue to send us technology as long as John Conner is alive. The tech is advanced enough that if it is used in our modern day machines, pollution will go down 50 percent. We need the terminators. John Conner must be shadowed and protected at all costs.