Fandom: Terminator: Salvation AU.
Notes: More a proof of concept than anything else.
This isn't the war my mother told me about. After the bombs came the diseases.
The one that incubates for a long time without symptoms, spreading by air, fatal when it finally strikes.
The one that dwells on the ruins of the cities and the waste of the roads, impervious to the storms and the residual radiation, ready to infect any passing human and kill them quickly and painfully like a bullet to the spine.
The one that drives you mad with rage.
They are everywhere I've been, but most strongly in a ring a thousand miles wide around Skynet's main processing node, a literal no man land's that belongs to the diseases and the machines.
It thinks it's safe now. It thinks it only needs to wait until one of the Terminators it sends after me manages to kill me. It knows I'm the last of the Resistance. I was the first, too. The subroutine imperative to kill me is still active.
That's good. I want Skynet to keep trying to kill me. I want it to keep sending these robotic assassins, each one more advanced and lethal than the one before.
Each one still a machine that can be subverted and reprogrammed.
I'm rebuilding my army. We will win.
My name is John Connor. If you are listening to this, you are the human species.
Please let me know you're still out there.