Resistance: Tale of Eternity

A Story by Abishai100

Future human-resistance warrior is sent to our time-era to protect an ancestor of the war against the evil Machines.

Nod to the Terminator series, with cool imagery, not necessarily any direct/content reference of specified/industry direction. Enjoy,

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"I was happily doing my magazine fashions work in Chicago and Boston before you entered my life, helping me forget the ease of normal-world ideations of living life and now knowing I'm stalked by a 'Terminator' liquid-metal robot machine disguised/mutated as a humanoid, requiring you, a future robot empire defiance human soldier sent to our time-era to protect me and shield me from why these 'robots' want to destroy all vestige(s) of capitalism-chess?"

"That's right, Annie. My name's Amlan Satan, sent by the future Resistance-force(s) to protect/shield you from the T-1000 model Terminator killing-machine, disguised as a human city cop, sent here to kill you so you won't give birth to one of the ancestors of great value(s) to the Resistance in our valiant-war, and I've a 'chess' plan to use acid-guns to melt the T-1000 and engage him for 'stalemate' block in physique transformation (with hot acid!), so you can return to your 'normal-world' of social-media (e.g., Facebook-chess!) so I can return to my war in the future-Earth (wow)."

"So this "Terminator' killing-machine disguised as an American stalking city-cop is an evolutionary A.I. abomination, you claim, and is here on Earth now to simply kill anything impeding its 'supreme-order' to find/hunt me down and you're the only soul in our time-period who can find the way(s) to stop this horrid time-travel 'schema' to warp the future destiny of this so-called 'Resistance' enabling your ideations of the 'chess' of species survival...and I'm to swallow all this stuff?"

"Annie, I'm so sorry all this is such a 'dark' shock to you, sweet-heart. All's I want is to help you and return you to your own normal consciousness and Windy-City magazine-life cheer(s) of your fun and beloved 'sports-TV' matchups (Iverson-Jordan fanfare!) so you'll forget this madness and not worry about this 'future-world' Hell which really you're right has nothing to do with you. Trust in me, Amlan Satan, your personal Resistance-force(s) guardian, so you can return to your life of self-wrought sense(s) of securities, Annie."

"Alright, Mr. Satan, and I'm sorry I didn't want to believe in you, and I'm conceiving how this 'shape-shifting' Terminator killing-machine can become a lethal monster or 'leviathan' spider and make life on Earth hell for me and all of us, so I will trust in you...just make sure you 'eradicate' its existence from my private memory bank, alright. Thank you, Satan."

"Cool, Annie, cool. Thanks for believing in all of this for what you need (for now). I'm not gonna let you down, alright, sweet-heart. You'll be hiding in the Catholic-church, praying, yeah, and I'll lure the sucker T-1000 and wait with my nifty water-gun toy converted into an acid-gun, and I'll costume myself so he thinks I'm just a street-performer with a toy before he creeps upon me in front of the movie-theater (ha!)."

"My goodness, I heard the new of the 'ruckus' of fire and hell by the movie-theater, Satan. I hope you're alright, and now I truly believe you...so with the theater burnt and with all this Earth-insanity, I'm just assuming this 'Terminator' is obliterated, because I don't want to think this has anything to do with any of us in our time-era, Amlan (seriously)."

"Yes, Annie, I melted the Terminator with my acid-gun as he walked towards me after putting on his personal Inferno sideshow in the closed movie-theater (after midnight!). I simply did what the Resistance would want me to do, for you and for future-Earth, and now you can return to your media-TV world and forget all this, and don't thank me, yeah."

T-1000: So, you thought to delay all this insanity and take some cool-air and not think of future-wars, Satan?
AMLAN: Nope...I've got an acid-gun in my arms, and I was waiting for you to walk towards me, out of that fire-cloud.

T-1000: Let's see if you've got that 'cool' symmetry to warrant a straight-shot valor required by your puny Resistance (hmm).

ANNIE: I got you this glass chess-set, as a thank you gift, Amlan.

AMLAN: Thanks, sweet-heart...I'll tell the Resistance how you inspired me about 'stalemate-chess' peace and normal-life!

ANNIE; Cool.

"Wow, Annie, I didn't warrant any shrimp-quiche treat before my departure back to my own time...I'll enjoy sucking this up and I'll pray for you...and I know you'll be dreaming well of us, the future Resistance...we'll always consider you our special/secret 'spider-angel' ally from your time-era (ha)."