I've been busy repairing myself after the incident with the dinosaurs. Current status: 99%. I'm also down a shotgun. This is mildly problematic.

There must be something wrong with my programming. I'm experiencing what many humans might describe as hallucination.

There have been many contacts that have expressed interest in helping me fix my chip. I believe the malfunctions are severely impairing my ability to function.

I need to be fixed.

I'm not human. I was created to infiltrate human society and terminate them, primary target: the leader of the resistance, John Connor. I look like them. I can talk like them. I can even ingest and process various foods and was programmed to have a preference for foods high in carbohydrates. I can be them. I can pretend to love like them, but I can ( Read more... )

Unidentified creatures were encountered at approximately 8:39 AM. I've been reduced to 98% capacity. The subject was, however, promptly terminated with some effort.

I need a staple gun.

Primary goal achieved. I've managed to secure a residence.

Secondary goal: attain employment utilizing relative skills.

This isn't typical. Unlikely that human beings actually constructed it. I haven't completed my scan of the area yet, though. It's much larger than I anticipated.

Everyone's talking about a party. Maybe I should attend. Parties are good sources of information. And there could be dancing. I still have to perfect my technique.