Part of him wished he never had. After repeated tests and hours of contemplation, where he had thrown idea after idea onto the white board in his office, he had only come up with one theory. He now sat in his chair, staring at the board covered in questions and arrows. Dozens of items crossed out. Test results retried and confirmed. He had finally admitted that what he was looking at was true. He just didn’t want to believe it. He looked at the clock. It was after midnight and he was sure he was the only one still left in the lab except for the security people. Should he call now or wait till tomorrow? Could he afford to wait? He found himself looking up at the Terminator poster on the wall. The machine’s red eyes stared back at him with a bare toothed grin. The Terminator was alive and living in his lab. He had to call now. “What are you looking at?” he asked the poster as he reached for the phone. It rang several times before it was picked up. “. . . Hello?” “Sydney, it’s Professor Miles.”
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