Terminator – Humanity

Chapter 1 – A journey Begins

Shampoo, the current leader of the proud Chinese Amazon warriors sat on a simple wooden chair in the middle of her wrecked kitchen, leaned her elbows against the kitchen table, and rubbed her temples in an attempt to soften the stress headache she had. An evening breeze caressed her purple and only just beginning to grey hair. She turned to face the breeze, forgetting for a moment why she could feel one inside. The large terminator shaped hole in her kitchen wall reminded her and she pulled a sour face.

"Stupid metal man! Stupid girl!" Shampoo sighed and reached once more for the clay bottle of baijiu. She poured herself another shot and slammed it back, not even caring to warm it. She grimaced at the alcoholic warmth that hit the back of her throat. "Bah! Stupid laws." She snorted as she eyed the empty shot glass suspiciously and counted how many she had drank so far. Still on one hand and she was still sober. Not good.

"I think you've have enough." A welcome and familiar male voice said as old gnarled fingers gently prised the glass away from her.

"Father." Shampoo greeted the now wizened old man.

"Hello my beautiful and strong daughter." He replied taking the bottle away as well.

"You'll have heard the news." Shampoo pouted as she rested her chin against one palm and stared unseeingly out through the hole in the kitchen wall.

"Indeed. I have a Grandson-in-law now." The old man smiled in amusement as he placed the drink back in the cupboards unaffected by the recent battle. He picked up a broom and began to slowly sweep the rubble and dust up.

"Bah!" Shampoo slammed a fist onto the tabletop. "She is too young! She's too eager! And she's too damned stubborn to back down! What am I going to do with her and...*it*?" Shampoo pulled a look of disgust.

"Hmm, that reminds me of someone..." Shampoo's father stated. He mimed zipping his mouth when Shampoo turned her glare his way. "Anyway, why ask this old man? You are our leader."

"Advice. I don't know what to do...," she admitted quietly. "It is not alive. It is a thing of death. It will try to kill us all if it gets even one moment to try. And because of Ranko, it is now an Amazon...by law. I wish Great-Grandmother were still here. She'd know what to do."

"Well...I'm no Cologne, but you are our leader. You *do* have final say in matters concerning the village's wellbeing." The old man advised.

"I know that." Shampoo stated. She glanced in the direction of Ranko's room. "I...I don't wish to hurt her..."

"Anymore." she quietly added, regretful of past deeds.

"Hmm." Her father pondered something for a moment. "Are you certain it is untameable?"

"Can you tame a cart? A car? A plane?" Shampoo snorted.

"One might answer yes to that question. Depending how you think about it." Her father answered.

"But it is just a machine. A lifeless, unfeeling lump of metal, no matter what it looks like."

"Is it? Lifeless, I mean. Did the breaking point not work against it? There must a little something there."

"You are seriously suggesting we attempt to tame it?" Shampoo stared at her father and wondered when the old man had gone senile.

"That is for only you to decide. Maybe it can learn or if not, maybe it can be changed. But we both know this is not really about it, is it?"

"Ranko." Shampoo sighed.

"Yes. If her heart is truly set on this, surely she of all people deserves some happiness."

"If it can't learn. It dies." Shampoo stated firmly.

"That is your decision." Her father put the broom away. He walked over to Shampoo and gave her a comforting hug. "I'll come back in the morning to oversee the repairs. Good night daughter."

Shampoo watched her father leave by the door, even though he could have walked out through the hole beside it. She rested her knuckles to her mouth, deep in thought. All the ways this could end in destruction ran through her head. The more she thought about it, the more it became a bad idea, but one thing made her pause. Ranko smiling and happy.

""Ranma...I is going to regret this..." Shampoo stated in Japanese. Without turning, she switched back to her native tongue. "Mousse."

"Yes my Shampoo." Mousse stepped into the light from where he had stood outside keeping watch on her. He held his arms folded and hidden in his long sleeves as he addressed the potted plant beside the hole. He still often left his glasses resting on his forehead instead of just using them.

Shampoo rolled her eyes, but gave a faint smile. Mousse may never have her heart, but he remained a familiar constant in her rollercoaster of a life. He was predictable, unlike certain fiery daughters.

"I have a quick task for you."

x X x

After much shouting back and forth between the girl known as Ranko and her apparent mother, the terminator had found itself dragged off to an underground cell. This was where the cyborg currently hung. Chained to the ceiling by a heavy chain that wrapped around its arms from the wrist down its large biceps, restraining the machine and preventing it from leveraging any of its inhuman physical strength. The terminator's ankles were similarly chained and fastened to a heavy metal ring set in the floor of the cell.

The cyborg had checked its bonds for weaknesses as soon as the Amazon's had left it alone. It had to respect how well it had been restrained, there appeared to be no way to escape the chains strong enough to hold it. It had looked around the cell and found nothing to aid its escape. Therefore, the terminator just waited in the cool, dark cell and stared at the cell door.

The seconds ticked by on its internal chronometer, counting up to the hours it had been left in the cell. It did not feel bored or scared to be restrained and merely waited. Biding its time until the humans made a mistake and it could get free to finish the mission. That was all that mattered.

The cyborg pulled up the map on the tunnels down to the cell and analyzed the route it would take to get out once free. On the way down, the terminator had seen more Amazon's in the tunnels underneath the village. The tunnels seemed to run underneath the buildings and almost a second village was hidden in them. Even if it could not escape, the information it was gathering would be of use to Skynet.

A clank of a heavy lock being opened drew the terminator's attention, followed by the sound of a heavy door moving and then footsteps coming down the stone steps towards its cell. The terminator waited.

The lock in its cell door clicked and the door swung open inwards. The Amazon leader, the one known to it as Shampoo stepped inside, her face looked full of thunder as she glared at the offending machine. She carried an oil lamp that she held up towards the terminator's face. It stared back, unbothered by the sudden brightness or the heat from the closeness of the lamp.

The terminator turned its gaze to the person behind her. It was the male human that used the chains that restrained it currently. Mousse followed Shampoo in and placed a small wooden bucket filled with water and a ladle resting inside it, carefully on the floor.

"Wait outside Mousse. I want to talk with it alone...for now."

"But Shamp-"

"I am not some weakling who needs your protection. Wait outside." Shampoo told him sternly.

"Yes Shampoo." Mousse accepted defeat with a bow. Before leaving, he sent a warning glare towards the captured machine. Once Mousse had closed the cell door, Shampoo attached the oil lamp to a hanging hook. She walked up to the terminator and then moved around the cyborg, inspecting it. The terminator followed her with its eyes until she moved behind it. It quickly moved its head to the other side to watch as she rounded back to face it face-to-face.

"Do you understand what occurred back there?" Shampoo asked finally.

"Negative." The terminator answered truthfully. "It is not in my mission parameters to understand humans."

"Then I'll explain our laws regarding what happened. If an outsider male defeats an Amazon in battle, she must claim that male as her husband. The kiss of marriage is given and the outsider is then considered her husband. Congratulations. By over three thousand years of proud Amazon tradition, you just became married to my daughter."

The terminator digested that information and remained silent. Uncaring.

"Well? What do you say to that?" Shampoo questioned and leaned closer.

"Human traditions have no bearings on my mission parameters. I will terminate all human life in this village." The cyborg told her simply.

"We'll see." Shampoo replied. "You'll soon learn Amazon law comes before all."

"That is impossible." The terminator stated.

"Stronger than you have learnt this lesson." Shampoo snorted.

"Perhaps. But that does not change the fact my CPU was set to read-only before leaving on this mission. You cannot alter my mission parameters."

"Cee...pee...you?" Shampoo rolled the syllables over her tongue.

"My mind." The cyborg clarified, seeing as the human did not understand. She looked sideways at the hanging machine.

"So you can learn. We can change your mind."

"The more contact I have with humans the more I learn. However, information received from Skynet's previous incarnations suggests that John Connor is capable of reprogramming our mission parameters. To prevent this from reoccurring, Skynet has fitted anti-tamper devices to all new T800 series. Any attempt to access my CPU will result in termination of said component, rendering it useless."

"I see." Shampoo muttered, even though she had pretty much no idea what the machine was actually telling her. The name John Connor stood out and she decided to find out more about this person later on. 'Well, time to test my theory.' She thought as she carefully picked up the bucket of water, making extra care to avoid spilling any on herself.

"I guess this is time to release you." Shampoo remarked casually as she moved over to the lever that would release the chains. The terminator followed her with its eyes, confused by what the human was doing.

"Releasing me will allow me to complete my mission." The terminator stated.

"Wrong." Shampoo smirked pulling on the lever. The chains instantly went slack and the cyborg dropped to land on its feet. The terminator wasted no time and was instantly removing the chains from its wrists. Once its hands were free, it bent over to pull the chains off its ankles. Then it straightened up and turned to send an under eyebrow stare towards Shampoo. Any normal person might have felt concern at facing such a killing machine, but Shampoo was an Amazon; and she had a plan anyway.

The terminator took a step towards the smirking Amazon, intending to crush her throat quickly with its hands when she whipped a ladle-full of water into its face. For a moment, the world went dark as all its senses vanished. It stumbled as it lost its balance. The terminator blinked its eyes. Everything looked strange suddenly. A warm yellow and flickering light now lit the entire cell instead of its normal infrared vision.

The tracking software the terminator relied on to constantly scan its surroundings and inform it of what the shapes were was absent. Confusion hit it like a tidal wave as strange sensations hammered its mind. A rushing noise was in its ears. A sense of thudding in its chest. Its limbs felt sluggish, as did its mind. White spots began flashing before its eyes and the terminator wobbled almost drunkenly on useless legs. For the first time in its short existence, panic hit it even though it did not understand what it was feeling.

"You should breathe. You're turning blue." Shampoo stated calmly before the suddenly human machine. It turned towards the fading voice and made a final lurching attempt to complete its mission. It collapsed face first onto the cell floor, its reaching fingers missing Shampoo by miles. As consciousness faded, it felt a rush of air enter its chest as its body automatically began breathing now the mind had shut down.

"Hmm?" Shampoo pondered as she crouched down to check up on the former machine. She found a strong pulse when she checked. "Well, what do you know. Jusenkyo even works on your kind."

Shampoo draped one of the terminator's thick arms over her shoulder and picked him up so she could carry him out. "Well, things will certainly be interesting when you wake up. Son-in-law."

x X x

Ranko sat alone in her room before her vanity dresser and violently dragged a comb through her loose hair. She was upset. Boy was she upset. She had finally met her destined one and her mother or all people, denied her claim!

How could her mother! All the stories she had told her as she grew up about her mother's own exploits in capturing the heart of her husband the *exact* same way. Well, not exactly the same but it was close enough for Ranko.

"That hypocritical old bat!" Ranko snarled. "Well, I'll show her."

Ranko took a deep calming breath. She had to be cunning about this. Her mother was not the Matriarch for no reason. If she wanted to rescue her husband before her mother had him executed, she would have to clever. Cunning. Beyond sneaky. A paragon of stealth!

"Yes! I will rescue him! And then we'll run away together!" Ranko exclaimed loudly with her hairbrush held high in the air.

Bang. Bang. Bang

"Ranko dear, I think everybody in the village just heard about your plan. Go to bed!" her grandfather's voice called up from the room below after he banged on the ceiling with a broom.

"Sorry!" she called down with a wince. "Bugger...there goes the element of surprise..."

"Yes. That is something we'll have to work on tomorrow." Shampoo's voice stated drily from the open door that Ranko had completely missed being opened.

"Mother!" Ranko yelped and spun to face her mother. "I would like to say that I in no way, shape, or form intend to break my beloved from his cell and run away. Nuh huh."

"That's good." Shampoo nodded dragging in the aforementioned unconscious person. "You can help me with this oaf."

"Eh?" Ranko blinked in surprise. It took her a few moments to get her brain moving again after being derailed. "Husband!" Ranko cried out at the sight of him being unconscious. She rushed over. "What did you do to him?"

"I tortured and terrified him until he tried to hold his breath to kill himself." Shampoo stated as she continued to drag the heavy male.

"You...you did?" Ranko looked horrified.

"Of course not!" Shampoo rolled her eyes at Ranko's gullibleness. "Get his feet and help me dump him on your bed."

Ranko quickly complied and picked up his feet. They manoeuvred him onto the bed, where Shampoo dropped him roughly and then clapped her hands together to remove the imaginary dust.

"There. That's over with now." She muttered darkly. She saw Ranko staring at the cursed terminator in adoration and winced. 'Did I ever look that stupid?' she wondered, knowing all too well she had at times. 'Oh how love can bring even the greatest Amazon down to the level of a...airhead...' she mentally sighed.

Ranko finally tore her eyes from the male on the bed and turned to her mother.

"Why did you change your mind?" the redhead asked softly.

"He has *one* chance. If he so much as looks at someone...you...as if he wants to kill them, I *will* destroy him. Understand?" Shampoo said, choosing to remain impassive.

"He won't." Ranko stated, firmly believing it.

"You're right." Shampoo turned away and headed towards the door. "He won't get chance to."

"Mother!" Ranko called out just before Shampoo stepped into the hall beyond.

"Yes?"

"Did he tell you his name? What do I call him?"

Shampoo pondered the question for a moment. "Bob Ceepeeyou." She replied.

"Eh? Really?"

"What? He looks like a Bob to me." Shampoo stated. "Oh, and Ranko. Get plenty of sleep. Your training will step up tomorrow. Goodnight." She called as she closed the door. Her tone suggested that plenty of pain was on the way.

x X x

The terminator found itself slowly coming back online. A strange and slow sensation of his mind waking up. Slowly different parts began to activate and send information to him. His skin was sending far more information than was usual. Cool and smooth sheets lay covering him. Something heavier than the sheets, but warm and soft lay half over his right side.

A warmth on his face penetrated the haze of fuzziness. A brightness, mostly pink could be seen but that was all. No detail. He felt his chest expanding and contracting curiously by itself. The thumping sensation returned.

He tried to access his memories to find where he was but nothing came instantly. His mind froze up for a moment as his chest paused. After a moment, he forced himself to think again and the movements returned. Air was soon being drawn into his chest and then expelled once more. After a short while he realised he was able to control the action if he concentrated on it. He experimented a little before deciding he needed to figure out where he was and what the human had done to him.

He cracked opened his eyes. His vision blurred and a sharp sensation in his eyes made him react somehow, jerking slightly and squeezing his eyes shut once more to halt the feeling.

'What is this?' he wondered. His mind was confused. It was being cluttered and almost overloaded by the strange data he was getting. This was not normal. He once more tried to open his eyes, this time slowly cracking one open. This seemed to work. His vision returned, blurry but becoming sharper the longer he waited. He stared up at a ceiling. He repeated the same procedure with the other eye. Annoyingly his eyes would go blank for a few milliseconds every so often. It was enough to notice.

Trying to figure out his longitudinal and latitudinal position, he tried to access his built in compass and Skynet GPS system. No information came back. The beating in his chest increased in speed and power as he realised his systems were damaged or malfunctioning.

The heavier object resting over his side suddenly moved. It was as if something was trailing five warm points across the skin of his chest. This was not the usual sense of damaged tissue that the T800's possessed to tell them when the flesh covering had been compromised. This felt strange, light and warm. Almost...nice.

He rolled his head to the side, almost surprised his locomotive systems still functioned under his control. He came face to face with the puckered lips of Ranko.

"Wo Ai Ni." She breathed huskily.

The cursed terminator froze. His mind literally went blank and before he could figure out what had just occurred his body reacted by itself. The speed of the beating increased dramatically and a bolt of power raced through his body as it moved, flinging itself away. He rolled right off the edge of the bed and fell to floor with a loud thud, dragging the covers with him.

Something jolted up his arm and before he could react to the sensation properly, his vocal systems let out an unintelligible garbled yelp.

x X x

Shampoo raised her eyes to the ceiling above at the thud. She took a sip from the cup of tea she was drinking as she recognised the terminator's voice call out in something between shock and terror. She smirked faintly.

"Well, seems the newlyweds are awake." Shampoo's father stated as he too looked up from the cooking.

"Yes. I better make sure they don't kill each other. Or something worse." Shampoo muttered putting the cup down and pushing her chair back.

x X x

The cursed terminator flailed around in the bed sheets as it tried to escape them. All he did was succeed in wrapping them tightly around himself. After a moment, he calmed down and began thinking rationally once more. He sat up, drawing great gulps of air into his lungs and managed to pull one arm out from the tightly packed sheets.

'What is going on?' he wanted to know.

"Come back to bed Airen." Ranko's voice liltingly called over. The terminator turned to face her. She lay on her side, nude with her hair untied and framing her face lovingly. She lightly patted the vacant spot beside her.

The terminator stared. His jaw worked up and down without his consent as he tried to take stock of the situation. Somehow, his body was malfunctioning, moving without his control. He was in the room with a human...and all he could do was stare at her. He tried to move. To fulfil his mission parameters of terminating the human, but nothing happen.

'What is going on?!' his mind raged.

"Are you feeling well?" Ranko asked concerned when Bob did not answer. He started to look around the room and trembled in sensory overload. Ranko slid across the bed and climbed down to the floor. She knelt beside her Airen and reached out to check his forehead temperature. "Hmm, you're not running a temperature." Reaching out like that made her jiggle in his face.

More new and strange sensations flooded the former machine's mind, and he had to fight for all he was worth to remain focused. He did not know why, but in the back of his mind he could hear a weird giggling "uh huh huh huh huh!"

'Complete the mission!' he focused on the mission and with supreme effort reached up to grab the human's throat. He missed with shaking fingers held something else.

"Oh my!" Ranko flushed. "You're the aggressive type I've heard about." She went all shy and slapped the terminator's face playfully and gently for an Amazon. The terminator flew across the floor as he was knocked senseless.

"Eh?" Ranko blinked as Bob went down like a sack of bricks. "Ah! Bob! What's wrong! Say something!" she scrabbled over and pulled him up by the shoulders. His head rolled for a moment before his eyes refocused on her.

"What did you...do...to me?" he asked. "My body..."

"Oh you're alright!" Ranko glomped him. His ribs creaked under the pressure, which was a new and a definite unpleasant sensation.

"Ahem!" Shampoo's voice interrupted the moment. "Daughter, Amazon glomp is only to be used when you believe your prey *cough* Airen may try to run."

"Ah, sorry." Ranko apologised looking up.

"Besides, he is going blue again." Shampoo pointed out.

"Oops!" Ranko released the hold and Bob drew in a deep breath automatically and slowly returned to a normal colouration.

"Hello Son-in-law." Shampoo addressed the former cyborg. "I would be very surprised if you haven't got many questions right now."

Bob turned to look towards the elder Amazon, his face showed bewilderment. "I...do not understand. How did you transplant my chip into this weak form? What is this body?"

"So you can still speak. Good." Shampoo stated walking over to Ranko's wardrobe. She opened it and pulled a dress out. "Get dressed and come down to the kitchen." Shampoo tossed the dress over to Ranko who caught it easily. "And make sure he does too. Use force if necessary."

x X x

"And this is the kitchen!" Ranko gushed while waving one arm around the kitchen as she dragged Bob in through the doorway. So far, she had dragged him over the entire second floor for a quick tour (and to avoid facing her mother for a little longer). "But you should remember this place as it is where we met!"

Bob the former terminator was too confused and shell-shocked by the sensations and events to do little more than blindly follow the cheerful and bubbly girl as she led him by the hand.

"You don't talk much do you? That's okay. I can make up for that!" Ranko smiled leading him over to the table. Shampoo already sat at the table and waited patiently for Ranko and Bob to be seated. In the background, Shampoo's father continued to prepare the meal.

Ranko quickly pulled a chair out from under the table and held it politely for her Airen to sit down. Bob stood and stared around the kitchen too confused to do much more. When Bob did not sit, she moved the chair around behind him and pushed it under him until it hit his legs and made him fall into it. Bob flinched in surprise at the sudden movement and could only allow Ranko to lift him and the chair into position, before the girl pushed him forward so he was sat at the table, legs under it. Ranko then grabbed another chair and sat herself down beside him. She stared loving at him, elbows resting on the table and her chin resting between her palms.

Bob looked around again. He could smell things. He had never smelt things before and this really was confusing.

"So Son-in-law..." Shampoo broke the silence drawing the former killing machines attention to her. "Ask your questions."

Bob focused his attention on the purple haired Amazon. He found it easier to ignore the sensations when he looked at her. For some reason he really wanted to perform his mission parameters on Shampoo, more than anyone else in the room.

"You moved my chip. How?" he asked.

"I did no such thing." Shampoo stated. "And you should know that I couldn't do that anyway."

"This is not my body. This is not a T800 series body. Therefore, you must have transferred my chip." Bob stated following the logical path.

"Of course it is not a metal body." Shampoo snorted. "I would not allow my daughter to marry something like that. You are very lucky Jusenkyo did work on you. You are now human."

The former terminator's jaw seemed to clench. "Impossible."

"You do not believe me?" Shampoo asked darkly.

"It is impossible for me to have been transferred to a human body." Bob stated back, although his voice wavered. Shampoo suddenly moved, picking up a chopstick and slamming it into the back of Bob's hand. He looked down at the wooden stick sticking out of his hand.

"What...is the phrase human's use to signify pain?" he asked turning to Ranko.

"Ow?" Ranko suggested. Bob turned back to face Shampoo calmly.

"OWWWWWWW!" he bellowed in the Matriarch's face as he pulled his hand back and stared at it. He tapped the chopstick three times. "Ow. Ow. Ow."

"Believe me yet?" Shampoo asked and straightened her hair.

"I see no other choice." Bob hissed as Ranko helped him remove the embedded eating implement. Ranko helped him put a plaster over the small hole in the back of his hand. While they did that, Shampoo's father began placing the food onto the table. Shampoo first, then Ranko and Bob, and finally his own. He then pulled up a chair and watched the scene with amusement as only an older person could.

"How is it possible?" Bob finally asked ignoring the food.

"I will explain later when you understand your situation better. For now...I don't trust you with that information." Shampoo explained.

"I must terminate you all. My mission-"

"Is that all you think of? Killing?" Shampoo leaned closer and glared.

"Of course. I am a terminator. I am compelled to complete my mission."

"Even now?" Shampoo eyed the large man across from her.

Bob paused. The automatic reply of yes died on his tongue as he realised he did not feel the complete and utter desire to complete his mission. The voice of Skynet no longer was urging him forward. In fact, it almost felt like something that was far away. Like it was not that important at this moment. He felt confused again. He understood that feeling already.

"Ah you don't do you." Shampoo smirked as Bob turned his eyes from her and looked down, a confused, almost lost look on his face. "I can see you are confused. Maybe a little scared. For all your life you've only existed to complete a mission correct? Now that is gone you are lost."

"How? Is that what this sensory input is?" Bob questioned.

"I can't tell you. I don't know what you are thinking." Shampoo stated. "But, I guess that is most likely."

"This is...confusing."

"Welcome to humanity." Shampoo smirked. "Now let's move onto today's topic." She looked between Ranko and Bob. Ranko swallowed. "I will begin your training shortly after breakfast. I suggest you both eat up as you'll need the energy." She finished off darkly.

Bob turned to Ranko who had gone a little pale. "Yes mother." She answered and began eating.

Bob stared between the three humans at the table and watched each one eat. Ranko was eating extremely fast but neatly. Shampoo calmly and her father slowly.

"Eat up sonny." Shampoo's father stated. "I prepared that."

"Yeah! Grampa's cooking is the greatest!" Ranko agreed through a mouthful.

Bob looked down at the food then back up at three pairs of waiting eyes. He studied how they held the chopsticks and clumsily picked them up. The sticks of wood went flying across the room as tried to emulate how they held them.

"You don't know how to hold chopsticks?" Shampoo questioned.

"We do not require to eat. I was never programming with that information." Bob admitted.

"Then you'll have to learn." Shampoo stated getting up and crossing the kitchen. She returned with a large spoon and handed it over. "I trust you can use that."

Bob took the spoon and studied it. He then dipped it in the bowl and gathered some of the contents. All eyes watched curiously, as he lifted the spoon to his lips, tilted his head back and poured the meat, noodles and liquid messily into his mouth.

'It's like watching a monkey.' Shampoo thought dryly.

He chewed slowly but with growing speed as new sensations hurtled to his brain, firing synapses. He swallowed and stared at the pleasurable sensation and tastes assaulted him. Somewhere deep inside him, something rumbled its appreciation and demanded more. Soon he was eating faster and faster. It was fantastic! So completely different to anything he had been programmed with and experienced before.

"You like that?" Shampoo father asked smiling at the gusto Bob was using to eat. It warmed his heart to see someone enjoy his cooking.

"Aff – irm – att – ive!" Bob replied between mouthfuls. Shampoo grimaced as a few noodles sprayed across the table. She would have to work on his manners. She added that to the list of things she would fix about him.

"I could teach you to cook that yourself. It's my own special recipe."

Bob looked at the old man with a newfound appreciation. "Teach me."

'It is true. A way to a man's heart is through his stomach.' Shampoo thought with a faint shake of her head. 'Well, let's see how you handle real Amazon training next.' She smiled evilly

End Chapter

Couple of things –

I will be purposely vague as to how Ranko was born. I'll leave that the reader to chose for themselves, whether she is really Shampoo's child or something else. No matter how I would write it someone would complain :S It's a choose your own adventure :P

The Jusenkyo curse was obvious right? :P I hope his confusion comes through in the writing. I'm not too good at getting feeling across.

Does anyone know Shampoo's father's real name? Or was he just one of those nameless characters?

It seems to be hinted at in Salvation that Skynet knew of its previous failures. My guess is either another terminator was sent back to make sure Skynet learned about the history of things to come or maybe the T1000 did that. After all, we don't see what he's up to all the time. The tamper-proof lock on the chips was used in the Sarah Connor chronicles.