Terminator: Globe

Can the Resistance hold-back the tides of A.I.-hell with 'acid-chess' in a game of post-apocalypse darkness, and war's (incomplete) direction?

A fanfiction of Terminator. Happy Xmas! 

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AMLAN: We're positioned for this new age of machine-warfare for A.I. restorations.

MARCUS: Excellence, for disaster, friends; this Resistance is 'mark' for globe-chess!

EZZY: Earthlings know Hell; this tribulation for A.I.-Apocalypse is endurance only.

DANICA: Perhaps our quartet of Resistance leadership hails a 'bread' for media?

AMLAN: Yeah, the Super Bowl (photo-synthesis).

The Star-Force unit of Resistance leaders, Amlan and Marcus and Ezzy and Danica, prepped for their infiltration into SkyNet headquarters to implode the super-generator central-processing computer behind all the drone-soldier robot synthesis program efficiency-algorithms and sought to become 'viral' antagonists in the new millennium of 'incomplete-distances' to commerce/traffic securities restoration, following the A.I. seizure of the globe, a manmade slavery-Rapture in which man was submerged into an inferiority-complex against those damned A.I. machines from the Inferno of anything but social-media 'culture' friendliness (hmm).

AMLAN: There's no prescription for engagements with the A.I. drones but with acid!

MARCUS: You're right, Amlan; we'll have to synthesize much acid-weaponry for Hell.

EZZY: Remember those days of American-history when chemicals were condemned?

DANICA: Surely; I remember my grand-dad's newspaper musings of '23 Israel-Gaza!

AMLAN: This ain't Israel, and it ain't Earth like we mused about; anything war goes.

MARCUS: Amlan's right; to infiltrate the SkyNet hub, we need to sift-thru drones.

EZZY: Damn, I wish I was in Kansas (basketball).

DANICA: I always preferred cheerleading (football) to chemical-weapons.

AMLAN: Me too (football).

Well, the war-battle was (purely) magnificent. In deed, the Star-Force would-be heroes (Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica) made for battle-field(s) excellence in their dare to infiltrate the SkyNet computing/synthesis algorithms hub and simply implode it with a drone-securities 'sift-thru' chess-stalemate involving water-rifles inserted with thin-glass tubes in the shooting-piston and filled with (hot!) HCL, and this was the method for sane-examination, for the 'Terminator' A.I. legion of enslaving warrior-drones (killer-robots!) were nothing less than a skeleton army-of-darkness, invoking that Inferno image of things 'unholy' to the Earthling-heart. The tragedy was, was this was all manmade, and the A.I. super-mind rose from a 'harmless' MIT/CalTech 'friendly' computing-genius excellence in brain-processing synthetics/representation(s). Perhaps this mini-miracle of the Star-Force was that (required) 'premonition' for all things bureaucracy...and destined (for the fare-rich Earth).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)