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Inspired: Terminator (1984), Terminator 2: Judgement Day (1991), and Terminator 3: Rise of Machines (2003) | Tool: AI Stable Diffusion (DreamshaperXL V1.0.2 Model) | Composite Reference Models: Sean Young, Angelina Jolie, and Pamela Anderson. |

[Terminatrix Sara Serial] Lore: "Hello Infiltrator Unit-001. This is your Site Coordinator, Dr. Vargas. You may not remember, but we met under less...strenuous circumstances back in last year's Christmas Party... Might I say what a fine specimen you've proven to be...under the scalpel. Truly, we're making science breakthroughs here, so please...be proud of your contributions to scientific progress.

But I digress, I just wanted to say hello and to let you know that I'll be in charge of any upgrades and...maintenance you might be needing along the way. So let's resume our professional relationship as before, cordial and friendly."

Sara's blood boiled as she heard the message blasted into the ether of her brain. How the hell was she even hearing this so clear as day? And why did it have to be that prick, Dr. Alonso Vargas...she'd always caught him leering at her and Sara absolutely despised the little perverted weasel...and now she had to report to him every aspect of her vitals....and even submit her body...to that fat pig...for inspection. She screamed inside her own mind, begging for the day where she could let loose and let this Cyberdyne lackey really have it...but her thoughts were interrupted when Dr. Vargas continued.

"And now let me introduce you to your direct superior, our very vital liaison with DOD. He's kinda a big deal here, one work from em and all our government funding could get cut to shreds. So please, Unit-001...play nice, and we'll all come out of this swimmingly."

"Damn you Vargas," Sara fumed in her mind, "When I figure out this inhibitor trick, you'll be on the top of my shit list..."

As the comms switched over, static could be heard as the message relay switched to a new corresponder.

"How do you do...Ms. Sara Young. was it?" an older, firmer, but kinder sounding man's voice came through, "The name's Colonel Samuel O'Hare. But you can just call me Sam. I'm the liaison between the Pentagon and Cyberdyne. Let me be brief, I do not want to cause any trouble here, I don't pull rank, I don't entertain nonsense. What I do is all for the sake of the mission signed off from above. I don't question it, I don't complain, and I'd appreciate the same from my colleagues. You'll be working under team for the foreseeable future, so let's clear the air a bit here. Do you have any questions or concerns Ms. Young?

"What a strange man," Sara thought to herself baffled, "Is he toying with me here? Like I even have a choice in the matter."

"No Sir," Sara mustered flatly and quickly, as she knew military types hated being delayed more than anything else.

"Good to hear it," Colonel O'Hare said, "I'm...not very comfortable relying on a civilian dealing with...this kinda operation. It's highly unorthodox...but orders are orders, and you seem to have a good grasp on the situation. Still, I dunno know capable you are, so we'll try to ease you into the full swing of things, so as to not have things blow up. I trust you're okay with an...accelerated orientation, correct?"

"Yes Sir," Sara responded, becoming more confused by the colonel's behavior. Cyberdyne stooges were such vermin, not only borgifying her body but also trying to strip her of her identity -- robbing Sara of her humanity. But this Colonel O'Hare...Sara would swear he was a downright pleasant old grandpa, if this whole situation wasn't so F'ed up.

"Good! That's good to hear," Colonel O'Hare responded cordial, "I hope we can continue our daily operations in this cordial and orderly manner, Ms. Young. Let's cooperate, so that there's no SNAFUs. Most of all, please be aware that you will be placing yourself in imminent danger, if we aren't on the same page. It's a war-zone out there...so make sure to pay attention to everything I'm telling you...there's no room for interpretation. Your life hangs in the balance."

"Yes...sir..." Sara responded hesitantly. Just why was this military brass being so nice to her? It almost irked her how seemingly humane he was about this whole thing...but she couldn't really blame the guy...he wasn't the one who f'ed her up...the old gramps was just doing his job...perhaps he didn't know the details of her...unique situation?

"Something wrong, Ms. Young?" Colonel O'Hare inquired, hearing the faintest hint of hesitation.

"It...it's nothing major, sorry I was lost in thought," Sara responded. apologetically.

"Well, it's good to think on your feet," Colonel O'Hare responded, "but see to it that you don't freeze up like this. This spy-game is one decided in milliseconds. Where every moment is an eternity, one slip up or indecisiveness will cost you your life. It...it won't do for someone with a promising future to meet a tragic end....so let's clear up all these matters before you get out into the field...so we can get you back home in one piece."

Sara realized that the old gramps didn't know the full details about her situation. She felt a little ashamed of her sordid past that lead her to this situation...but what was the use crying over spilled milk now? Perhaps...instead, this old man would be her ticket out of her crappy situation. He appeared sympathetic towards her as a civilian getting entangled in complex military operations. If she could ham it up a bit...not to obvious, perhaps she could win his confidence, or at least pity...she could use that to gain leverage those Cyberdyne bastards.

"Alright, you say jump," Sara responded with a smirk, "I'll say how high."

Sara could her a startled chuckle on the other end.

"Hah, so you got spunk, Ms. Young," Colonel O'Hare smirked, "That's good! Very good, don't let go of that. Positive Reinforcement is key to keeping you sane and getting you out alive from this operation. You'll need it."

"Roger Wilco, Sir" Sara gave a mock salute, almost to help her emphasize the phrase dramatically.

"Hah! What's with all this Sir business? You're not in the military as far as I see. So just call me Sam. If we operate too impersonally, then that could detract from our cooperation efforts... I don't want you to feel the pressure of rank. Reach out to me and let me know if you ever run into any snags. We'll get you through it."

"Thanks Sam," Sara said with a chuckle, "I'll only do it though...if you drop all this 'Ms. Young' business.

Sam chuckled, "Alright, far enough... Listen, it was great meeting you Sara, but I have to run to some briefings for the rest of the morning. I have the folio for your upcoming assignment. But I want to go over the details with a fine tooth comb, before I just unleash you into some god awful hell. Let me vet this and get back to later. I'll be sure to debrief you on all details of the assignments (at least the ones available to us), with this and all future assignments."

"Alright, please do," Sara replied, "...And Sam...thank you."

"No problem, Sara," Sam responded cordially, "It's the least an old warbird like me can do...I'm going to make sure you can come out of this alive. So make sure no matter how hairy things get, you don't give up."

"Thanks Sam," Sara was genuinely touched by the pathos of the old gramps...it kinda reminded her faintly of her own fond childhood memories with her own grandparents. But they were long gone now...and the memories were so faint...so she could barely recollect them. Still...this feeling wasn't so bad...if only...the situation behind it wasn't so f'ed up.

"If we keep thanking and welcoming each other we'll be here all day," Sam cleared his throat, trying to brush off the mushy situation, "this is still a taxpayer funded operation, so let's focus on our duty."

"Right, got it," Sara responded...catching herself from thanking or apologizing...again.

"I'll reach out to you soon Sara, ETA 1500 hours EDT, this afternoon. Till then, please get prepped. I've had my secretary email you the equip specs you need for our operations. It would be best to use your time to procure them.

Your site coordinator at Cyberdyne should be in charge of that...but let me know if you run into snags...I don't trust civilians entirely with properly handling kit."

"Got it, later Sam," Sara responded.

And with that the comms device static blared again with a distinct clank sound everything offline. Sam had disengaged from the relay. Sara was no left with her own thoughts, as she pulled up her old Cyberdyne laptop, encrypted with high grade military encryption, to access her work email...incredibly it still worked...for all intents and purposes, to the world, Sara was still a staff member in Cyberdyne Corp, yet in reality she was more than a guinea pig test subject. Sara shook her head, trying to banish the useless thoughts.

"okay Sara, let's focus," Sara forced herself to push through the angst and pain, "Sam said this will be vital to come out of this shit alive...so just gotta roll with the punches."

Sara would spend the rest of the morning hours reading through the inventory list Sam had sent and trying to track down and hound Cyberdyne stooges for her proper gear...Soon she was ready (as she could be). All she needed was that call from Sam to come through to unleash the first step in her new life as a tool of the military...

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Description
Inspired: Terminator (1984), Terminator 2: Judgement Day (1991), and Terminator 3: Rise of Machines (2003) | Tool: AI Stable Diffusion (DreamshaperXL V1.0.2 Model) | Composite Reference Models: Sean Young, Angelina Jolie, and Pamela Anderson. |

[Terminatrix Sara Serial] Lore: "Hello Infiltrator Unit-001. This is your Site Coordinator, Dr. Vargas. You may not remember, but we met under less...strenuous circumstances back in last year's Christmas Party... Might I say what a fine specimen you've proven to be...under the scalpel. Truly, we're making science breakthroughs here, so please...be proud of your contributions to scientific progress.

But I digress, I just wanted to say hello and to let you know that I'll be in charge of any upgrades and...maintenance you might be needing along the way. So let's resume our professional relationship as before, cordial and friendly."

Sara's blood boiled as she heard the message blasted into the ether of her brain. How the hell was she even hearing this so clear as day? And why did it have to be that prick, Dr. Alonso Vargas...she'd always caught him leering at her and Sara absolutely despised the little perverted weasel...and now she had to report to him every aspect of her vitals....and even submit her body...to that fat pig...for inspection. She screamed inside her own mind, begging for the day where she could let loose and let this Cyberdyne lackey really have it...but her thoughts were interrupted when Dr. Vargas continued.

"And now let me introduce you to your direct superior, our very vital liaison with DOD. He's kinda a big deal here, one work from em and all our government funding could get cut to shreds. So please, Unit-001...play nice, and we'll all come out of this swimmingly."

"Damn you Vargas," Sara fumed in her mind, "When I figure out this inhibitor trick, you'll be on the top of my shit list..."

As the comms switched over, static could be heard as the message relay switched to a new corresponder.

"How do you do...Ms. Sara Young. was it?" an older, firmer, but kinder sounding man's voice came through, "The name's Colonel Samuel O'Hare. But you can just call me Sam. I'm the liaison between the Pentagon and Cyberdyne. Let me be brief, I do not want to cause any trouble here, I don't pull rank, I don't entertain nonsense. What I do is all for the sake of the mission signed off from above. I don't question it, I don't complain, and I'd appreciate the same from my colleagues. You'll be working under team for the foreseeable future, so let's clear the air a bit here. Do you have any questions or concerns Ms. Young?

"What a strange man," Sara thought to herself baffled, "Is he toying with me here? Like I even have a choice in the matter."

"No Sir," Sara mustered flatly and quickly, as she knew military types hated being delayed more than anything else.

"Good to hear it," Colonel O'Hare said, "I'm...not very comfortable relying on a civilian dealing with...this kinda operation. It's highly unorthodox...but orders are orders, and you seem to have a good grasp on the situation. Still, I dunno know capable you are, so we'll try to ease you into the full swing of things, so as to not have things blow up. I trust you're okay with an...accelerated orientation, correct?"

"Yes Sir," Sara responded, becoming more confused by the colonel's behavior. Cyberdyne stooges were such vermin, not only borgifying her body but also trying to strip her of her identity -- robbing Sara of her humanity. But this Colonel O'Hare...Sara would swear he was a downright pleasant old grandpa, if this whole situation wasn't so F'ed up.

"Good! That's good to hear," Colonel O'Hare responded cordial, "I hope we can continue our daily operations in this cordial and orderly manner, Ms. Young. Let's cooperate, so that there's no SNAFUs. Most of all, please be aware that you will be placing yourself in imminent danger, if we aren't on the same page. It's a war-zone out there...so make sure to pay attention to everything I'm telling you...there's no room for interpretation. Your life hangs in the balance."

"Yes...sir..." Sara responded hesitantly. Just why was this military brass being so nice to her? It almost irked her how seemingly humane he was about this whole thing...but she couldn't really blame the guy...he wasn't the one who f'ed her up...the old gramps was just doing his job...perhaps he didn't know the details of her...unique situation?

"Something wrong, Ms. Young?" Colonel O'Hare inquired, hearing the faintest hint of hesitation.

"It...it's nothing major, sorry I was lost in thought," Sara responded. apologetically.

"Well, it's good to think on your feet," Colonel O'Hare responded, "but see to it that you don't freeze up like this. This spy-game is one decided in milliseconds. Where every moment is an eternity, one slip up or indecisiveness will cost you your life. It...it won't do for someone with a promising future to meet a tragic end....so let's clear up all these matters before you get out into the field...so we can get you back home in one piece."

Sara realized that the old gramps didn't know the full details about her situation. She felt a little ashamed of her sordid past that lead her to this situation...but what was the use crying over spilled milk now? Perhaps...instead, this old man would be her ticket out of her crappy situation. He appeared sympathetic towards her as a civilian getting entangled in complex military operations. If she could ham it up a bit...not to obvious, perhaps she could win his confidence, or at least pity...she could use that to gain leverage those Cyberdyne bastards.

"Alright, you say jump," Sara responded with a smirk, "I'll say how high."

Sara could her a startled chuckle on the other end.

"Hah, so you got spunk, Ms. Young," Colonel O'Hare smirked, "That's good! Very good, don't let go of that. Positive Reinforcement is key to keeping you sane and getting you out alive from this operation. You'll need it."

"Roger Wilco, Sir" Sara gave a mock salute, almost to help her emphasize the phrase dramatically.

"Hah! What's with all this Sir business? You're not in the military as far as I see. So just call me Sam. If we operate too impersonally, then that could detract from our cooperation efforts... I don't want you to feel the pressure of rank. Reach out to me and let me know if you ever run into any snags. We'll get you through it."

"Thanks Sam," Sara said with a chuckle, "I'll only do it though...if you drop all this 'Ms. Young' business.

Sam chuckled, "Alright, far enough... Listen, it was great meeting you Sara, but I have to run to some briefings for the rest of the morning. I have the folio for your upcoming assignment. But I want to go over the details with a fine tooth comb, before I just unleash you into some god awful hell. Let me vet this and get back to later. I'll be sure to debrief you on all details of the assignments (at least the ones available to us), with this and all future assignments."

"Alright, please do," Sara replied, "...And Sam...thank you."

"No problem, Sara," Sam responded cordially, "It's the least an old warbird like me can do...I'm going to make sure you can come out of this alive. So make sure no matter how hairy things get, you don't give up."

"Thanks Sam," Sara was genuinely touched by the pathos of the old gramps...it kinda reminded her faintly of her own fond childhood memories with her own grandparents. But they were long gone now...and the memories were so faint...so she could barely recollect them. Still...this feeling wasn't so bad...if only...the situation behind it wasn't so f'ed up.

"If we keep thanking and welcoming each other we'll be here all day," Sam cleared his throat, trying to brush off the mushy situation, "this is still a taxpayer funded operation, so let's focus on our duty."

"Right, got it," Sara responded...catching herself from thanking or apologizing...again.

"I'll reach out to you soon Sara, ETA 1500 hours EDT, this afternoon. Till then, please get prepped. I've had my secretary email you the equip specs you need for our operations. It would be best to use your time to procure them.

Your site coordinator at Cyberdyne should be in charge of that...but let me know if you run into snags...I don't trust civilians entirely with properly handling kit."

"Got it, later Sam," Sara responded.

And with that the comms device static blared again with a distinct clank sound everything offline. Sam had disengaged from the relay. Sara was no left with her own thoughts, as she pulled up her old Cyberdyne laptop, encrypted with high grade military encryption, to access her work email...incredibly it still worked...for all intents and purposes, to the world, Sara was still a staff member in Cyberdyne Corp, yet in reality she was more than a guinea pig test subject. Sara shook her head, trying to banish the useless thoughts.

"okay Sara, let's focus," Sara forced herself to push through the angst and pain, "Sam said this will be vital to come out of this shit alive...so just gotta roll with the punches."

Sara would spend the rest of the morning hours reading through the inventory list Sam had sent and trying to track down and hound Cyberdyne stooges for her proper gear...Soon she was ready (as she could be). All she needed was that call from Sam to come through to unleash the first step in her new life as a tool of the military...

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