I really like the series and I feel compelled to write about it. Though I think I should review the movies more closely. Everything aside I wrote a first chapter but I am unsure if my approach is even entertaining. I'm completely willing to scrap it all. Though I want to mention that I do read a lot about artificial intelligence and would like to focus more on its progression rather than more on action scenes as the movies and TV series have been doing. Though there will be action coming soon if people end up liking it.

I want to know mainly if its entertaining: what you do or don't like about it. Please, I would really appreciate feed back.


Chapter 1
She was walking down the hallway shaking her little cyborg ass. Over her shoulder she held a massive gun that took up her same amount of space in steel. The gun was a massive mini-gun with five independent barrels for efficient air cooling there is also a water adapter for even faster cooling which I've never seen her with.

Something about this really bothered me. It wasn't the gun or the fact that this teenage looking girl was carrying it. Some of the eeriness did come from the fact that she was so beautiful with her permanently plucked eyebrows, but what was the most unsettling was her little walk: those hips swaying seductively. Real women don't even walk like that. Well they do but only for a few steps to entice someone, but here this was the only way she walked. Wearing tight clothes as she always did, one leg would move in front of the other. She was wearing a short skirt today and black boots that were almost knee high. They were of a style resembling almost military boots but with enough fashionable differences, one notably being high heels about four inches tall, as to be very feminine and intriguing.

I was watching her little walk down the narrow metal reinforced corridors. First you'd see the back of her right thigh and her left one was almost completely covered by the other one. The nylon over her legs stretched as she finished her full stride. At the same time her hips swung to the right along with her cute sexy butt. Then there was the sound of a heel click when her left foot hit the floor, and then her right thigh disappeared, the nylon on the opposite side stretched like before and her other very tone thigh appeared. Her perfectly little engineered walk, every step was mathematically the same. You could tell time if you wanted by the click of her heels. Click click click...

As she walked away all I could see was the back of her dark blue denim jacket with long sleeves. Her black little skirt with legs underneath and the black boots. A few clicks more and all there was was a silhouette as she walked towards Connors to deliver her daily reports. From the bottom up boots, dainty narrow knees, then when my eyes moved up to her thighs they were wider. Two almost perfectly round orbs were her buttocks shaking her skirt left and right when she walked. Then a narrowing when reaching her waist and a slight widening again for her back though she had a very compact frame, very dangerous, very seductive. She had narrow shoulders and a long thin neck, she was a teenager after all. Her hair was up that day which was new. She must have seen some woman yesterday and copied her today. The barrels of the gun moved up and down on her tiny shoulder as she walked down the corridor.

I am an engineer in this era. I'm supposed to understand much about the machines and what's going on during all these war things. For the most part I do understand what's going on, but I am also not the type to fool myself. The majority of it is indeed a mystery.

The overview is simple, the machines want to wipe out humanity. We're fighting a tireless war that is showing no sign of letting up. In fact, most of the time were losing this fight as the machines continue to make improvements on themselves. Though, no one really asks the question of why they wish to wipe us out, or why we hate them so much. Well there is the fact that they're trying to kill us, but that's only a reactionary emotion. If they were not trying to kill us perhaps there would be no bad blood between us.

Perhaps I am thinking too much about this since those pieces of metal are still yet to reach human intelligence. If you ask me though, its only a matter of time before they get there and make us completely obsolete.

Understanding obsolteness is like playing video games. A game where you're in a virtual world and in every game, at least every game I've ever played, the programming behind the artificially intelligent opponents is quite easy to decipher after a few hundred rounds, well sometimes a few thousand rounds. Well maybe not for most people, it's not that easy to noticing patterns.

Just to mention it for now as to demystify my role here. My main objective is to observe the behavior of the machines and monitor their development. Ascertaining the limits of their comprehension abilities is my job in order for us to develop strategies which essentially will confuse them so that blowing their metal heads apart is most facilitated. There is more to it than that, but that is for later.

As I was saying about video games. In the game, if you pay close attention, you'll realize that although there is some randomness thrown in by the game programmers the general behavior of the artificially intelligent opponents can be ascertained. For one instance, although you have a clear line of view of the opponent so that theoretically they too can see you, there seems to be an invisible wall which if you are passed it, they will completely ignore you. Even if you snipe them and are killing a whole bunch of them since they are just bots, short for robots, they have no feelings of vengeance and can only follow their original programming. In this case they do not pursue me and I am free to kill the vast majority of them. The problem in the real world is that yes, the vast majority of them will be killed but the ones in the real world, the metal, knows how to learn. A few of them will begin to take cover behind walls and buildings. With just learning this one concept they become far more deadly.

Its my job largely to contain their evolution. The premise is easy to follow since their adaptation works through evolutionary mechanisms. Simply put, every time we engage them, some of them will learn something new from the battle and adapt and become even more deadly. Although it is sometimes possible to kill 1,000 of them it is not worth it if just one of them learns the right lessons. If it did the 1 will become as deadly as 2 million metal. That scenario is to be avoided as often as possible.

Her little walk. That's why it bothers me so much. She's the most deadly of them all and has imputiny and carte blanc from our leader, Connor. No doubt she's seduced him several times by now, the man is still only human after all. Though, it's his own fault for talking to her for so long. For one, she probably learned how to be the perfect woman to him partially on her own, and two, he probably went in himself and programmed her to be his perfect woman.

He spends many hours isolated. Most of us haven't seem him for months. I'm very busy most of the time trying to predict what these bots will learn from the way we fight a particular battle and monitoring how screwed we exactly are, so I do not have the time to keep tabs on Connor. I'm sure though that no human has talked to him for months, only little Cameron with that mini-gun over her shoulder. I fear a history lesson coming quickly. Her being his only counsel just like the last of the Russian Czars. He was buried by that half assed excuse for a human Rasputin.

Those ones out there, I can predict for the most part what they will learn. Though, they do capture many of us and torture the hell out of them for information. Her though, I am very suspicious. I believe and fear that there is far more going on in her processor-mind than I can comprehend. There is no way for me to know especially since she does not have to answer to me. It's frustrating at times to look into her eyes while I'm talking to her and get no feel for anything; she's a robot after all. Those semi dead eyes using the human facial expressions that she picked up from us. It's not at all like when I look into the eyes of real woman and get a sense of their personality and get inklings of their fears and hopes from the contexts of their sentences.

This little one... I just fear it does not become an obsession with me that drives me mad. After all there are far better things in this time to drive a man mad like the crappy food and stale coffee.