Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a story based on the new Terminator: Genisys. This story is based from the time of Sarah Connor first meeting the T-800 in the past.

Also the spelling of 'Genesis' for the story name is intentional!

PLEASE BE WARNED THAT THERE MAY BE SPOILERS, IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE MOVIE

Please be gentle with your criticism, but also please comment and put me right, if I stray, as I surely will!

North America
Sierra Nevada

August 1973

A whole month has passed since the life that I knew ended, quite spectacularly.

I now have a robot to protect me. Although most of the time he behaves like a walking, encyclopaedia and he can be quite annoying at times. I have a lot of work ahead of me if I am going to make Pops capable of integrating into society and passing for a normal person. For now though, he is a typical parent: embarrassing!

Yeah, I called him 'Pops', as I have no one else. He said he is dedicated to protecting me from harm. He takes this a little far at times, however, he is what he is and I cannot hold it against him. He has tried to explain to me, why I am now alone and being looked after, or 'protected' as he puts it, by a machine. However, his explanations may as well be in Chinese for all I understood of them.

Super Computers, Quantum thingys, T-800, T-1000. They all mean nothing to a nine-year-old. Although, apparently, he is a T-800 Cyberdyne Systems Model 101 Terminator. Designed to infiltrate and kill humans, he is a cybernetic whatever with a living skin covering his endoskeleton. Pops has a much better sounding description, but that was all I could really understand and remember!

Will my life ever be normal again?

Right now, I seriously doubt it.

My name is Sarah Connor.

Apparently, three billion human lives will end on August 29, 1997. The survivors of the nuclear fire will call the one-sided war, Judgment Day. They will live only to face a new nightmare, the war against The Machines. The computer, which will control the machines, Skynet, sent a Terminator back through time. Its mission: to destroy the mother of the leader of the Human Resistance... John Connor. My son. The Terminator was programmed to strike at me, in the year 1973, way before John was born and when I was only nine-years-old.

Needless, to say, it failed. A re-programmed Terminator was sent to prevent my death. Who sent him? I have no idea. Will they try again? Apparently, yes.

For now, that Terminator is The Guardian of the only hope for the Human Race.