The police car stopped on the side of the road. About 20 minutes later, Arnold received a call from Russell and drove over alone.
Sitting in the back seat of the police car, Arnold was slightly startled when he saw the t-x transformation of the blonde beauty. He frowned and said, "Mr. Russell, have you given life to another machine?"
"Well, she is a t-x model Terminator robot, more advanced than you and the t-1000."
Russell explained, and then said: "The frequency of Skynet sending out robot killers is too exaggerated. I will keep t-x by my side to monitor the entire New York to prevent more advanced robots from appearing."
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I've recently..."
Hearing that Russell wanted to keep t-x under his personal care, Arnold raised his eyebrows and without saying anything else, he changed the topic and talked about the Cybertron company he recently acquired.
The emergence of Skynet was unstoppable, so Arnold found another way to control it from the source, and tried his best to cooperate with the US Department of Defense to monitor the birth and growth of Skynet, and when necessary, he would personally inject viruses to destroy it.
In the eyes of the outside world, the banker invested a large amount of money, entered the computer field, and was ready to do something big.
"Actually, you don't need to do this. I have already said that even if Skynet awakens its intelligence, it will not be able to launch a nuclear war to destroy the world."
Speaking of this, Russell glanced at t-x: "Stop being dazed and tell me your purpose of returning from the future."
t-x was wearing a black women's suit, sitting in the passenger seat without saying a word. After gaining life, she fell into a period of shock and began to think about her own birth and the meaning of her existence.
Each intelligent program given life by the God's Throne has a different performance. Jarvis's stability, Arnold's maturity, T-1000's eating and waiting for death, Deathstroke's resolute obedience to orders...
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After gaining life, t-x did not ask Russell too many questions. He accepted the fact and began to think about his own name.
Her serious personality made her seem to care about this very much. She believed that a name is of great significance to a life. She rejected Russell's offer of "dogegg·lee" and searched for a suitable name online.
It doesn't work if it sounds ugly, it doesn't work on a bad street, it doesn't work if it lacks profound meaning, it doesn't work if it doesn't impress people...
Maybe it's because she's too serious, or maybe it's the difficulty in choosing syndrome. She hasn't found a suitable name for herself yet.
Hearing Russell's order, t-x turned sideways and looked at Arnold coldly: "I was sent back by Skynet to assassinate John Connor's main comrades before Judgment Day to ensure that the human resistance forces were weakened to the greatest extent before the war started.
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Russell couldn't agree with this. It was a carrot and a pit. Without John Connor, there would be other 'saviors'. Without the top brass of the resistance, there would be others who would step forward to replace him.
Times create heroes or heroes create times. These two statements are contradictory but interoperable. But obviously, Skynet does not understand this truth.
"Will Skynet still exist in the future?"
Arnold looked worried and sighed: "I have taken control of the company that developed Skynet. It seems that the future will develop in the direction I expect."
"No, the future may already be chaotic."
t-x said: "I connected to the current Internet and found that the time was wrong. It was a full twelve years ahead. John Connor is only ten years old now... and he is still your adopted son."
There was no record of the ultimate iron-blood being given life inexplicably. When he saw Arnold who had also gained life, t-x was at a loss.
The situation was unclear, there were no clues available, and she didn't understand what was happening.
"This world is indeed very chaotic, completely different from the Earth in the database."
Arnold agreed with this statement, and finally let go of his worries, and decided to continue his plan, monitor the development of Skynet, and destroy it if there were any signs of trouble.
"Arnold, if you encounter other robot killers sent by Skynet, remember not to kill them directly, but leave a life for me to deal with."
"clear!"
Arnold nodded, and then insisted: "Mr. Russell, I still want you to call me..."
"No need to stress it again, no problem, Arnold!"
"..."
Arnold remained silent, said goodbye to Russell and drove away. Regarding the serious damage on the streets, he would set up a foundation to raise funds to compensate for the losses of businesses.
He is becoming more and more proficient in how to be a capitalist, and he may join politics in the future and become a real governor through election.
Russell drove to continue patrolling and returned to the police station before dawn.
He did not immediately track down the Nocturnal Dragon and the Hell Demon. A mere demon was not worth his efforts. He monitored them telepathically and waited for them to take the initiative to expose their whereabouts.
After returning home, the t-1000-transformed American Shorthair saw Russell and meowed a few times in a cute way. Then, he saw t-x who followed Russell into the house.
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The scene was a bit embarrassing. T-1000 stopped making cute noises and jumped onto the coffee table like a lion.
However, it was of no use. t-x could see it clearly. She could not maintain her frosty expression and twitched her mouth: "Sir, t-1000 is made of liquid memory metal. The whole body can be deformed at will, and I have an alloy inner
A skeleton cannot transform into a cat, nor any other animal."
"I know that I kept you here to monitor the whereabouts of possible robots. This was the previous job of T-1000. Now you two cooperate and work in two shifts during the day and night."
Russell glanced at t-x: "The short and beautiful shape of t-1000 saves me a lot of trouble. What do you mean, haven't you chosen a name and registered your personal information yet?"
"The first round of screening retained a thousand names, and after several rounds of screening, they can be confirmed."
"You are so tired of living!"
Russell shook his head: "I am good at naming. List the names you choose and I will make the final decision for you."
"Sir, thank you for your kindness, but I want to confirm my name myself." t-x declined politely, not wanting to be given a confusing name by Russell.
"Okay, I won't force it!"
Thirty seconds later, t-x threw himself on the carpet, with a hole in his forehead. Using the short haircut transformed from t-1000 as a connecting cable, a thousand names were transferred to the laptop for Russell to screen.
"Ellie...that's not a very friendly name...Alex...is a bit masculine...Debbie...forget it...Cara...seems like a dog's name..."
Russell complained one by one in alphabetical order, after reading all the names, he said to the street shopper at his feet: "These names are very misleading, why not think about 'dogegg?lee' again, it has far-reaching meanings, endless aftertaste, and is very personal. Guaranteed
Once you listen to it, you will be deeply impressed.”
"Sir, I have already thought of my name."
Due to the pressure, Difficulty in Choice Syndrome decided on his own name in an instant and presented it on the laptop screen through a connecting cable.
"Eleanor Skye! Goudan, does this name have any special meaning?"
"..."
Elinor means "light" and symbolizes the source of rebirth. Skye picked it randomly without any deep meaning.
t-x originally wanted to find a name with a better meaning, but time was tight and if she hesitated, it would not be her turn.
"Okay, now that you've made up your mind, I'll leave it alone and call you Goudan from now on."
"Sir, it's Eleanor!"
"Okay, Goudan, no problem, Goudan."
"..."
The T-1000 lying next to him squinted his eyes. He was so smart that he had never thought about giving it a name. He only had such stupid thoughts when he looked away.
t-x invaded the network data, supplemented the identity certificate of 'Eleanor Skye', and compiled all the information from birth to present, such as school, family, work, as well as supermarket shopping and insurance records.
The reissued certificate will be sent to Russell's home two days later. By then, she will be a native New Yorker, possess a lawyer's qualification certificate and an accounting certificate, and will be absolutely legal.
The plug was still connected. Russell chose work clothes for his beloved Goudan. The maid should dress like a maid. The little suit was very handsome, but what he wanted was not a butler.
After choosing a topless maid outfit, Russell tapped the enter key, t-x, no, it should be called Eleanor. The liquid metal on her body changed, from a small black suit to a miniskirt maid outfit.
Russell took a calm look and commented: "The skirt is a little long, it should be shorter."
No matter how short it is, it will reach the waist!
Eleanor struggled to get up, holding the hem of her skirt tightly, with a beautiful short tail on her forehead: "Sir, whether you admit it or not, you have given me life and self. I am a person with a sense of shame.
'Human', please face my dignity and don't trample on it."
Russell looked at Eleanor, making her hair stand on end, and then slowly said: "What you said makes sense, then both parties should take a step back, and shorten it by five centimeters, so as to save fabric and contribute to low-carbon environmental protection."
Eleanor argued hard and threatened to self-destruct, and finally kept her short skirt.
The price is to hit the street again and lie on the carpet questioning life.
If you don't agree, I'll die. What a sad statement!
T-1000 looked at Eleanor sympathetically. He was so smart that he never thought about becoming a human. Cats are different. They make a living by being cute. No matter how hard they try, they won’t be embarrassed.
Bang bang bang!
There was a knock on the door, and Russell kicked Eleanor, who was thinking about life, and asked her to go over and open the door.
The short-lived old god that t-1000 turned into is lying on his stomach, feeling proud of his wise decision. There is an extra person at home, and the work of opening the door is saved.
"Police Russell..."
Seeing the expressionless Eleanor and the maid uniform she was wearing, Max and Caroline put away their smiles and closed the door while apologizing: "Sorry, we knocked on the wrong door."
Three seconds later, the door was pushed open again. The two unlucky guys opened the door in a different way and found the expressionless Elinor as before.
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Max stared at Eleanor's chest, and Caroline stared at Eleanor's long legs, visibly depressed.
After thirty seconds of silence, Eleanor took the initiative and asked: "You two, do you have anything to do with Mr. Russell?"