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They had spent the night at the IPD outpost, and the sunrise didn't shed any light on the events of the previous day. It was likely that nothing ever would. Especially on the singing. But they had successfully located and secured a dragon - one that hadn't exploded so far - and whether it made any sense or not was immensely irrelevant ( Read more... )

Clarity didn't necessarily make things easier.

The last time he had seen Ginger was at the funeral, several hours ago, and he wasn't seeing her at all anymore; wasn't seeing anything that wasn't there. But there were some things he saw too well. His instinct was all he could trust, and now that he was fully himself, he had to trust it.

Searches, ( Read more... )

The IPD outpost was a small, insignificant dot in the distance, and the sun was in the center of the sky, currently serving as the main obstacle to their mission. Under a different set of circumstances, it might have caused him to remove some layers - possibly all of them - but nakedness was definitely tactically deficient with a constant dinosaur ( Read more... )

Owning Commander Vimes for a day wasn’t something he’d actually planned on. It’d just sort of happened. He was certain there was a reason he'd bid one hundred hours on him (it didn't sound that radical until one considered that they were hours paid in excruciating paperwork) - a good reason. But as things stood, the T-1000 had no idea what to ( Read more... )

Over a month of paperwork and he was no longer fine. Outwardly, maybe. Inside, there was something else. Restless, electric, nearing overload.

It was like being in the cell again, pacing between four walls, only worse.

He couldn't see a way out.

Purpose, freedom, existence - concepts bounced against each other and no longer made any sense, they only ( Read more... )

Waking up had been a bad idea.

No. Bad was too nice a word for it. It was a terrible, masochistic, stupid idea.

There was something inside his head. Something that was burning, decaying and jabbing needles into his brain, all at the same time. He vaguely suspected this was how getting stabbed through the eye felt like, if it was somehow prolonged ( Read more... )

It was early morning when the T-1000 stood outside Elliot's room. Early in a distinctly 5 am sort of way. He was always up at this hour - it was a side effect of having slept in the same bed with Reese for a prolonged period of time, and a useful habit to have, considering he now had to wake up early so he could remove Sarah from the IPD office ( Read more... )

He'd been in hibernation for a long time; longer than he ever had been. Possibly a full day, since there was light outside when he slowly drifted into wakefulness. There was light and it hurt, and he put his arm over his face, covering his eyes and shutting them tightly, trying to lessen the shock of it.

He was lying in a bed, curled up against the ( Read more... )

Something, in an area of his mind he had no immediate access to, was wrong.

He performed normally, executing his duties, going through daily routines unerringly. But there was a component missing, as if a command was awaiting execution without his knowledge of it; seeking a trigger.

And there was something else… a feeling.

It didn't belong. He ( Read more... )