Presence of Xerography

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated (time-capsule) of Terminator-apocalypse Earth (fanfiction/adaptation), with human Resistance will and robot-evil reaction, offering image of cleats.

Fanfiction of the Terminator series of A.I. hell.

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It'd become a guerrilla consciousness for all Earthlings, humans that is. I was one of the operating field commanders of the Resistance, determined to reseize the Blue-Planet post-Apocalypse and seizure of the lands by those dreaded 'Terminator' A.I. robot/machine/mercury beings of oppression, seeking to supplant human rule and science with a more fascist rendering of what was once simply Selfie-consumerism Earth culture 'vanities' for the Ego.

Sure, they had lasers and shape-shifting mercury Terminators of great A.I. malice and hatred of humans. However, we garnished our guns with acid (HCL) and used them (liberally) to disorient the Terminators for a whole-languages 'consciousness' of the arms of leviathan. Well, it was no park or cake-walk, the Resistance, but at least defiance had its own special adjectives shape of guns-and-money (ha).

T-1000 (Terminator): Have you seen this office-spaces man recently, commander?

GENERAL YOSHI: Why, this is a photo of Mr. Amlan Satan, one of our operators!

T-1000: As you can see, I'm a uniformed street-defender human (Resistance).

GENERAL YOSHI: Yeah, I guess you have a trustworthy demeanor...you're not evil.

T-1000: What, did you think I was one of the mercury-model Terminator spies?

GENERAL YOSHI: I guess not...glad you're part of our infield, friend (sure).

As you may've guessed, which is what I'm saying for this time-capsule story, buried in some field of the once-good Earth, the Resistance had seen much casualties-of-war and there's constant continuing need for morale-boosts, as the Terminators of hell adapt to our methods of teamwork and true grit (sure). Sometimes there's just no hope whatsoever, and you walk by what seems to be a still-standing American Homeland house/villa, thinking there's humans hiding-out in the basement or underneath the grounds, and it turns out to be a Terminator-infested spy-hole to destroy the Resistance, worse than Vietnam (sure). However, we continue, with our HCL, and we think (or hope!) someday the Blue-Planet will once-more be a story-haven for all that's simplified leviathan (ha).