T Minus One Night
Los Angeles, California
Thursday, December 9, 2027
"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." -Eleanor Roosevelt
"Dreams are constructed from the residue of yesterday." -Freud
John was in a mood. His kisses were strong and passionate. Cameron savored every taste of his lips and the course stubble of his shaved face.
Tonight, John had retired early. Cameron had expected him to do nothing more than sleep. His other plans were more exciting.
His lips caressed hers. His tongue found its way into her mouth and she enthusiastically played with it.
His skin was becoming warm and feverish to the touch. Cameron's skin warmed, until it matched his own.
His heart pounded in her ears and its entwined phantom doppelganger moved to her chest. Her breathing matched his and she began to have the sensation of having lungs of her own.
She awakened all of her sensitivity, until she could feel every millimeter of his skin against hers. She knew every inch of his existence that came close to her, right down to every last hair.
She felt his bare chest against hers. She felt every nerve ending of his as well, as he began pouring every feeling and every emotion into her.
His neck gave way to waves of sensation every time she kissed it under his ear. His movements became more focused and sharp.
He was ripping her clothes off. Oddly, despite how much she liked her things, she liked it.
The air was cold. However, he was very warm and she melded into him for more than one kind of heat.
His body became hers. His heart became hers. Every feeling and spasm of his became hers.
Through John, she was alive. She was almost sorry John could not feel everything she could, there was no way to pass everything she felt back to him.
He was human. He was blind to anything except his own sensations and the melding Cameron felt was so much more than just that.
So she tried to communicate it back. She did it with every shared spasm, with every caress, with every gasp, and with every breath.
Hours passed by like fleeting minutes. John held, caressed, and loved Cameron more than he ever had before.
Not being a machine, three hours later, when John's body finally betrayed his will and he could no go on, he held her close. He just held her and looked into her eyes.
Something was different. Cameron didn't know what it was, but she liked it.
She found herself playing with his hair. That and staring right back into him.
As much as she adored him, she was careful. For all his strengths, all of his passions, and all of his charms, John Connor was: human, mortal, fragile.
She could cripple or kill him with a single misplaced movement. She would never willingly hurt him though. He was the focus for her entire existence.
The thought of being without him was becoming more unbearable as the days went on. So, she was memorizing every moment she could with him.
There would come a day when John would be taken from her. Be it by violence, disease, or old age, John Connor would die one day.
Her eyes watered as she looked into his eyes. His face changed.
John asked, "Are you ok?"
"I'm Fine." Her wandering mind had betrayed her. She didn't want to ruin tonight. She smiled, though it might not have been her best smile.
John pressed on asking, "What's wrong?"
Her eyes watered more. She was ruining the night. So she switched and answered honestly, "My mind wandered. I was thinking about you dying, one day."
"I'm not going to die." He put on his infiltrator smile. It was probably only fair, she had just done the same.
"Everything eventually dies John. Even the Earth and the Sun will die."
"Well someone is being morbid tonight"
"I'm sorry John. My mind just wandered."
"Death is a doorway, Cameron. It's nothing to be afraid of."
"Death is the end of everything. It will mean you no longer exist."
"Ye have little faith."
"You are speaking in metaphors. You know I'm not good with that."
"There is an irony that you can quote every passage from the bible, Cameron, and yet you get no comfort from it."
"So can Skynet."
"Not my point Cameron."
"and Skynet thinks that it is a god."
"Really, not my point Cameron."
"What's your point John?" She looked deeply into his eyes and wanted to understand his weird metaphor.
"Maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing to take all that knowledge and take the slightest leap of faith."
"There are several different faiths, John"
"I know that and we have people who practice them, from all over the world, fighting Skynet with us."
"Then how can you put one before the other?"
"It was my mother's faith and it is mine." John stroked her hair. "Just like the lady laying with me here is mine."
Cameron smiled at that one. She kept inquiring though, "Your mom is gone."
"My mother is dead. My mother is not gone."
"I don't understand."
"I have faith that I'll see my mother again one day."
"I don't understand."
"Then maybe one day, you will figure it out. All the data is there, it just hasn't made sense."
"I don't think this is a metaphor John."
"I think it is the biggest metaphor of them all, Cameron. What do you think is going to happen when I pass on?"
"If I outlive you, then I will remember you."
"That seems hopeless."
Cameron looked at John and stated, "People believe that someone is never truly dead until the last person who remembers them is dead. I've decided to remember you." She stroked his hair. "If I maintain myself, I think can live until the Sun dies out. For billions of years, there will never be someone who doesn't remember or doesn't love the man named John Connor."
For Cameron, this was her ultimate confession, it's how she would try to honor John when the time came. It was how she would protect him and care for him even beyond death. He would be greater than the Pharaohs of Egypt, succeeding even where they did not with their pyramids, for the Earth would die before the name and memory of John Connor did.
John stoked her hair. His emotions weren't please.
Cameron was confused. "You don't like my idea John?"
"No, I don't like the idea of you spending eternity in exile. I don't like the idea of not seeing you again after death."
"I'm a machine. Faith isn't part of my programming."
"You are more than just a machine." John had more to say, but didn't seem to find the words.
"I don't understand."
"Promise me you'll at least try to find a little faith."
"Even if I did, I'm a machine. I don't have a soul."
"You have half of mine." He stroked her hair.
"I don't understand. What you're talking about doesn't even work the way you say, according to your faith."
"The metaphors are the truths in the middle with that. You lose the deeper meanings, if you don't seek them out. If you go looking for the answers you will find them, one day."
"You have those answers?"
"No, but I have faith you will find them."
John was talking in illogical circles. Cameron was confused. She didn't understand.
She could feel that John needed something from her. She wanted to make him happy.
John said, "Promise me that when I die you'll try and find those answers. I want to see you on the other side Cameron. I want to see you and introduce you to the people that were important too me."
"You are asking me to lie, John."
"No, I'm asking you to learn and grow." As if to make his point clearer, he gentle grabbed both sides of her face. He brought her eyes close to his and asked, "Please just do this for me, it's a silly human thing, but please just try and seek those answers out for yourself."
Cameron was confused and she didn't know to respond. He was asking the impossible and needed her to do so. She compromised, without knowing how to even begin, by saying, "Ok."
John looked her deep in the eyes and asked, "Promise."
Cameron simply responded, "Promise."