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After completing her mission the TX reported to the Skynet Matrix... Skynet downloaded all its memories and files to the TX... Together they have merged into one unit...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Terminatrix" /><feedburner:info uri="terminatrix" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><thespringbox:skin xmlns:thespringbox="http://www.thespringbox.com/dtds/thespringbox-1.0.dtd">http://feeds.feedburner.com/Terminatrix?format=skin</thespringbox:skin><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MDRnsyfyp7ImA9WxRRFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-4159937849142778715</id><published>2008-09-28T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:44:37.597-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-28T16:44:37.597-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tony stark" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="T-800 unit 12863065-Beta" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="governor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anomaly" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleeping with ironman" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dr Basil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tony's ball" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Sky" /><title>Term-Politics  part  3 - Presidential Candidates make strange bedfellows</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SOAKzwAWJLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/_-7PX3mlTH8/s1600-h/1129609632_kristanna_loken_vein_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SOAKzwAWJLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/_-7PX3mlTH8/s400/1129609632_kristanna_loken_vein_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251209049689957554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We received an invitation for Tony Stark's Charity Ball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust him. I know it is a trap but going would be good for Tony Two's Campaign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oikegalleryny.blogspot.com/2008/09/conspiracy-5-part-b-from-darkness-comes.html"&gt;The Whole time I watch Iron Man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets on Stage and gives his speech ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then winks....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Two poses and looks good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SOALnsytOGI/AAAAAAAAA3s/FpnWOBIxzhc/s1600-h/Governor+Arnold+Schwarzenegger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SOALnsytOGI/AAAAAAAAA3s/FpnWOBIxzhc/s200/Governor+Arnold+Schwarzenegger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251209942180640866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blink style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING! WARNING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scanning...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identify: Sniper Shot...&lt;br /&gt;Location: Balcony&lt;br /&gt;Target: Jon...... &lt;blink style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;NEGATIVE &lt;/blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mutant.. Identify......&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING! WARNING!&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proximity Alarm... &lt;/blink&gt;Identify......&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt; Tony Stark... Alias Iron Man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stark: Sky you need to get out of here. Take Miss Sky to my limo and to my estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stark: Sky I promised all the candidates and their escorts would be safe... go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scanning...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio Rhythms show he isn't lying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send a message to Tony Two to return to his room safely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later Stark enters I am ready for a fight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stark: No fatalities but we still have a shooter loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pours two different liquids one in one glass the other in a different glass....&lt;br /&gt;Scanning...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contents of glass in left hand: Champagne.... Louis Roederer, Cristal Brut 1990, Millenium 2000, Methuselah (6L) $17,625&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contents of glass in right hand: Sparkling Water - Fiuggi (Italy)    Dean &amp;amp; DeLuca    $3.95 a liter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stretches out his hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stark: Come on Sky. You keep very well notes on everyone. You know I am an Alcoholic, but no reason you can't have some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it... He comes near...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stark: How is the life of Politics treating you?&lt;br /&gt;Small talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Tony Two is sure to win...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stark takes my glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stark: good good....  Dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Very well but I don't get drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stark: No, because of your terminatrix parts ... but I am glad... See if you got drunk I would have to be a gentle man and leave... You don't want me to leave do you Sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He holds me closer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is he up to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stark: (whisper) Fury is a fool to be mad about getting a chance to tussle around in the sack with you. I mean you are damn sexy, okay so you are bad.. wouldn't be the first bad girl in his bed... or mine&lt;br /&gt;His hand unzip my dress and he kisses me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13 hours later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SOAOhfZdBmI/AAAAAAAAA30/n35s_2KfZDE/s1600-h/Kristanna+Loken+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SOAOhfZdBmI/AAAAAAAAA30/n35s_2KfZDE/s200/Kristanna+Loken+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251213134040729186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stark: oh well I am not as young as Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shift to hear his name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: not to much for your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make circle motions on his chest above his heart region&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles and rolls me over as he is laying on top of me he pins my arms down and smiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stark: Oh I have a little more than heart for you.. Something special  just for this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING! WARNING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremis process has been activated... Armour is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING! WARNING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electro Magnetic Pulse  forming...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt; location: Chest... off set (computeral slur sound)  centra...a.a..a.a. reeeeeeegion... Danger! Syyyyyyyyyyyyyyystemssss goinnnnnnnnnnng offliiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tbc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-4159937849142778715?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/4159937849142778715/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=4159937849142778715" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/4159937849142778715?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/4159937849142778715?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/0vhJxxZ-FIo/term-politics-part-3-presidential.html" title="Term-Politics  part  3 - Presidential Candidates make strange bedfellows" /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SOAKzwAWJLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/_-7PX3mlTH8/s72-c/1129609632_kristanna_loken_vein_03.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2008/09/term-politics-part-3-presidential.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04ASHo8cCp7ImA9WxRSEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-1666715903286742478</id><published>2008-09-11T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:39:09.478-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-11T12:39:09.478-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="question" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="T-800 unit 12863065-Beta" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="governor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sarah Palin" /><title>Term-Politics  part 2</title><content type="html">&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Novy/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SJcaFnQW2lI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ilXWDCaBwzs/s1600-h/HBlxhq1L_Pxgen_r_467xA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 118px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SJcaFnQW2lI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ilXWDCaBwzs/s400/HBlxhq1L_Pxgen_r_467xA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230678175953377874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elections... Coming soon.. Very soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is going well... We are in the lead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a shame, Tony Two didn't think about this sooner. If he had we would be running for President...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say next time but .... well.. I wouldn't want to spoil the plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking a nap Kate-Lyn was awaken briefly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems her friend &lt;a href="http://jlpicard.blogspot.com/2008/09/unimatrix-zero-mayoral-results.html"&gt;from Unimatrix Zero &lt;/a&gt; has some elections herself ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to get rid of Katelyn Basil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Two enters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Two: That reporter has done a piece comparing all the candidates for the different political roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: And?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Two: For the Vice President, A woman.. Member of the NRA, wants to destroy Alaska, continue to destroy the environment.. says Humans don't cause the unnatural weather and environment changes... Is against abortion for any reason and sex education in school , I guess this is why her 17 daughter is pregnant.. Against Homosexuals and Gay rights....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: and they say I am evil... Let's pray people are smart.. I was skeptical with the Presidential canidate, now with this VP choice...  I fully see... If she and her President win.. There won't be an Earth left for us to dominate... When we begin Termination we should start with her and those like her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent him to kiss more babies while I contemplated that I may have some one trying to present me with competition in the World Dominance area..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-1666715903286742478?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/1666715903286742478/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=1666715903286742478" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/1666715903286742478?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/1666715903286742478?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/tbPT9PULaM0/term-politics-part-2.html" title="Term-Politics  part 2" /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SJcaFnQW2lI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ilXWDCaBwzs/s72-c/HBlxhq1L_Pxgen_r_467xA.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2008/09/term-politics-part-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcDSX86eSp7ImA9WxdUGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-9107502385678217280</id><published>2008-08-04T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:17:58.111-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-04T08:17:58.111-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tony stark" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hulk" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the cell" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ironboy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="T-800 unit 12863065-Beta" /><title>Term-Politics  part 1</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SJcaFTcJp0I/AAAAAAAAAlA/k4dMgF88Yro/s1600-h/kristanna-loken-wallpaper-ritemail.blgospto.com04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 146px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SJcaFTcJp0I/AAAAAAAAAlA/k4dMgF88Yro/s400/kristanna-loken-wallpaper-ritemail.blgospto.com04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230678170634135362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://greyhulkwillfixit.blogspot.com/2008/07/robots-and-red-hulks.html"&gt;I had escaped... I was free... &lt;/a&gt;Now I had to establish a strategy to take back what was mine...&lt;br /&gt;As well as to dominate the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would need to contact Tony Two... Not hard as soon as I was out. (thanks to the Hulk) I connected to the net and contacted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said I should meet him and that I would be pleased with his progress.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SJcdjogu4lI/AAAAAAAAAlo/5hX0MyScfUc/s1600-h/governor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 159px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SJcdjogu4lI/AAAAAAAAAlo/5hX0MyScfUc/s400/governor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230681990221455954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the Governor's office and Tony Two turned at me and smiled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Two announces: Everyone I want you to meet the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;'s First lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he took my hand and lead me into his office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the door shut he smiled, I looked around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SJcaFnQW2lI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ilXWDCaBwzs/s1600-h/HBlxhq1L_Pxgen_r_467xA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 118px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SJcaFnQW2lI/AAAAAAAAAlI/ilXWDCaBwzs/s400/HBlxhq1L_Pxgen_r_467xA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230678175953377874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile: Today Govenor... tomorrow President... The Future will be ours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[Meanwhile... A Conspiracy Magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thequestionfiles.blogspot.com/"&gt;written by an anonymous author &lt;/a&gt;reaches circulation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SJcaUXgOZdI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Hm7t0WrzgoI/s1600-h/sitrustbanS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 274px; height: 52px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SJcaUXgOZdI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Hm7t0WrzgoI/s400/sitrustbanS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230678429423003090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the question...]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-9107502385678217280?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/9107502385678217280/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=9107502385678217280" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/9107502385678217280?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/9107502385678217280?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/LgDqoKBXzAg/term-politics-part-1.html" title="Term-Politics  part 1" /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SJcaFTcJp0I/AAAAAAAAAlA/k4dMgF88Yro/s72-c/kristanna-loken-wallpaper-ritemail.blgospto.com04.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2008/08/term-politics-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcGSXo8eip7ImA9WxdVEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-3129895692490010951</id><published>2008-07-14T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T05:13:48.472-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-15T05:13:48.472-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mini-atrix" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hulk" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cooties" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the cell" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nightmare" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreamweaver" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dr Basil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Sky" /><title>Pleasant nightmares....</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SHsvfhcbyBI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Y8ACyX5lHA8/s1600-h/Image17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SHsvfhcbyBI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Y8ACyX5lHA8/s200/Image17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222820411466303506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Day 22...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anomaly which refers to herself as Dr Basil has managed to lock me in my own subconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and my Tony created pills that prevent me from securing possession of my own body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However they have not subdued me completely. I have learned how to be aware, see through my eyes on what Basil is doing. I am just paralyzed... for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good Dr. has teamed with Tony Sr. and placed me in a cell. My loyal companion, my Tony has helped her and my loyal servant Tony Two has been forced into hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Dr helping her. I am eavesdropping on every conversation searching for a flaw or weakness that would allow me to surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dr. Basil: I have run the latest simulations, all negative. If anything happens to Sky, I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pathetic female cries and the sickly sweetened man holds her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I see the Dr kiss him. He pulls away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banner: Kate, you don't want this. You are lonely. The cell has cut you off from the world and the only people you see is Stark and me. It is normal that it is beginning to get to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Basil walks away and sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Basil: You are right. I have only been here a few weeks and I am already going stir crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stark also known as Ironman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stark: How is everyone this .... am I interrupting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Basil: No, you are right on time to check the early warning systems that will signal any activity from Sky if she tries to get out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stark: okay if you will take off your cloths Dr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he grins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stark: I have to check the implants we put in your spine. I am sorry but we are all professionals here and if you are going to have any computers and lab equipment in the cell we need this early warning system. The implants will detect neural activity we know is Sky and before she can control the machines inside an EMP will be released inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banner: not to mention the one that surrounds the cell at all time. Kate you don't have to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate stands naked as Banner and Stark works on those damn implants.&lt;br /&gt;Banner must be ... what was the name Magneto used to describe... ah Gay. He doesnt even look at my body with any interest. Stark on the other hand ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stark: okay all done. Oh I brought some magazines for you to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is looking through them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Basil: What is &lt;a href="http://blockadeboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/cabbage-patch-cooties.html"&gt;this AD&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stark: oh some kind of space kittens. Anthony said his Sayian friends had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banner: Perhaps Kate could get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Basil: yes I would like one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stark: I will see to it...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned away back to the dark.. great She gets a kitten and I get the silence of shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Day 23...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Basil has gotten a kitten. She calls it Bosko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blockadeboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SHs2GTLHQmI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0LnuLcf0V-4/s400/2653465137_1bbb84dbd9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222827674720223842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has powers. When it is black it can enter the "shadow dimension" to project huge blobs of inky terrifying ectoplasm! when it is  Yellow it can use a "paralysis" ray that can stop anybody in their tracks with only minor side-effects! when it is   Orange spews acid from various orifices at a range of up to eleven meters! when it is   Red can shrink down to microscopic size and give you a stroke by gnawing on your brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that could be interesting. I wonder if it can be assimilated, a borg cat would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me and seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently working on a plan to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those implants only monitors neural activity on my cyborg systems not on my mutant abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://greyhulkwillfixit.blogspot.com/2008/07/hulk-is-free.html"&gt;My response: Try to keep me locked up will you Dr. Banner Prepare to deal with Dreamweaver. Or to be more specific Nightmare!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan was to eliminate Banner instead I have discovered that Banner isn't cured and free of the Hulk as he would like to think. I unleashed the Hulk and Joe Fixit was calling to be let out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect! Hulk and Fixit, they are locked into a Dreamscape so if I use my &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreamweaver.html#dreamphase"&gt;dreamphase&lt;/a&gt; and continue to taunt them. Eventually one of them will come out in the waking world. If one of them attack Dr Basil then instinct will take over, the need to survive. Against the hulk, there is only one way to survive, release me. Release the Terminatrix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was fighting and taunting Hulk I hear something.&lt;br /&gt;It was coming from the waking world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hulk:  I don't know what you're trying to lock in that cage Banner, and I don't care! You're going to die! Maybe I'll let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banner was a sleep on a cot. Dr Basil a sleep on her desk. in both their minds, dreams. I taunted Fixit and Hulk ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the red hulk thrashed the outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hulk and Joe came for me and I dreamphased their hands passing through me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Hulk you are pathetic... As long as you are here in the dreaming world I can destroy you, I will....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned myself to look like Dr basil and then when he couldnt smash me turned back into Nightmare and laughed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the waking world I could hear the walls of my prison buckling. Noo.. Dr basil stirred and I was fading away... One last chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: good bye hulk stay here you fool in this dark nightmare while i breath freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Dr Basil's eyes I saw the metal wall crack and she turn to Dr Banner. He opened his eyes but they were a funny color... He was turning color.... Both green and Grey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course both Joe and hulk were coming out to deal with me and then the Red Hulk.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as they attacked Dr Basil, fear and instinct would stimulate the will of survival, soon I will be free... The red Hulk will take on the Joe/Hulk and I would let them to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course I will take the cat with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plans for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SHtI4mEQRxI/AAAAAAAAAko/dQcOWatCA6s/s1600-h/pet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SHtI4mEQRxI/AAAAAAAAAko/dQcOWatCA6s/s400/pet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222848329994487570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;blink&gt;update&lt;/blink&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SHyT8wDMfzI/AAAAAAAAAk4/zNNDt2LFwZA/s1600-h/Image9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SHyT8wDMfzI/AAAAAAAAAk4/zNNDt2LFwZA/s400/Image9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223212339742670642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SHyT5axWSNI/AAAAAAAAAkw/kAEYfPN-34w/s1600-h/4seven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SHyT5axWSNI/AAAAAAAAAkw/kAEYfPN-34w/s400/4seven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223212282491062482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jlpicard.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seven's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-3129895692490010951?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/3129895692490010951/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=3129895692490010951" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/3129895692490010951?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/3129895692490010951?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/7w9DN01_PqM/pleasant-nightmares.html" title="Pleasant nightmares...." /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SHsvfhcbyBI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Y8ACyX5lHA8/s72-c/Image17.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2008/07/pleasant-nightmares.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFQ3YzcSp7ImA9WxdWEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-786425518852698679</id><published>2008-07-04T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T01:48:32.889-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-04T01:48:32.889-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the cell" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ironboy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Kate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anomaly" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laura" /><title>The Cell...</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/2008/07/x-23-wolverine-double-post.html"&gt;continued from here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SG3drHh2ZmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/grh8bxR4dEk/s1600-h/0natasha_henstridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SG3drHh2ZmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/grh8bxR4dEk/s200/0natasha_henstridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219071276017411682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was sitting reading over some of my last notes from the latter tests I have been running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young girl entered and stopped... I heard a sound like someone unsheathing a sword or knife..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned, "Hello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said nothing... So I stood up, seeing her claws I realized she was a mutant. "It is okay, I am a fellow mutant..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your a murderer!" She snarled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and held my head low, "Now Sky is... I am a victim... I am Dr Kate-Lynn Shane Basil. I am trapped in this body with her. I have manage to find ways of lengthening my time out. Tony is helping..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tony? As in Stark?" She was sniffing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, both of them. As soon as Tony can get Fury off the grounds he is bringing me into SHIELD. With the help of Dr Banner he has built a place for me to... be. They have assured me if it can hold the Hulk it can hold Sky. They just have to make sure there is no computers or electronics inside and that there is a EMP field around the... place... Tony has arranged for me to work with Dr Banner. He apparently is an expert on  metamorphosis. Not sure why Tony thought he could help me but I am lucky to have a fellow Dr to help me. One that doesnt judge me. Until then Tony, little Tony, has asked me to keep quiet. I'm sorry... what was it you were looking for.." I looked in her eyes and saw her glance in the direction of Tony... He was in the lab talking to his father..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing," she turned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I tell you a secret? You see I have a problem.. I think Tony loves Sky... I don't know why, maybe because he wants to believe she can be good. When I came out I think he transfered those feelings to me." I paused and watched her turn around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He claws popped in to my relief, "Do you love him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was lonely, scared and I think I let that influence me, but love.. I am not sure.. I am too old for Tony. He needs a nice girl, one his age. Not a Female version of Dr Heckle and Mr hide. The problem is, I don't want to hurt Tony. Especially since soon I will be in a ..." I paused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked closer, "prison."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well it is necessary, Sky is... unpredictable and a terminator.. but Professor Xavier has made it clear to Tony Sr that I am a mutant and shouldn't be mistreated.. funny I was once ashamed of being a mutant and now Sky controls Dreamweaver and...   I wish I would have known about this school maybe I would have a few friends and not Sky lurking around inside me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my papers up, "Anyway Tony is in the lab there. You should say hi..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to leave and she spoke, "You do have a friend. My name is Laura."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, "Laura, do me a favor... If Tony does date... other girls. Watch out for Sky... She is really Jealous. I can't control her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and walked carefully out... Trying not to be noticed... I looked out the window to see the nice day, this may be my last chance to see the sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Dr Banner... "Dr are you ready?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded, "Yes, time to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dr looks at me, "Don't get your hopes up to much. It could take years to find the answer you seek.. You may even not find them. For what it's worth.... I understand."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-786425518852698679?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/786425518852698679/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=786425518852698679" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/786425518852698679?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/786425518852698679?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/2jWQaXdjHXs/cell.html" title="The Cell..." /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SG3drHh2ZmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/grh8bxR4dEk/s72-c/0natasha_henstridge.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2008/07/cell.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQDQXc_eCp7ImA9WxdRF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-6438809452973742603</id><published>2008-06-05T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:29:30.940-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-06T00:29:30.940-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vincent" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="time trapper" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="justice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Galen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="future justice" /><title>Poster: Galen - Return of the Technomage</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;continued from &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2008/06/galen-and-justice-suck.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-my-future-and-i-will-fight-if-i.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/06/future-bulma-on-eve-of-final-battle.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/SEjeQcyQ-FI/AAAAAAAAASo/BnACWBHezLY/s1600-h/tugger7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/SEjeQcyQ-FI/AAAAAAAAASo/BnACWBHezLY/s200/tugger7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208657343240271954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"DAMN!" I slammed my hand against the controls of my ship.. It has been days. Days of me trying to get through this barrier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiara walked in, "It didn't work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO SHIARA IT DIDN'T!" I yelled and then gathered composure, "No Shiara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat back rubbing my temples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Headache?" or Heartbreak? Maybe both?" A strange voice came from behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned quickly to see, "King Vegeta? No Vincent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wrong again Uncle..." He smirked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aww Bruce.. but you are.." I motioned to his appearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, "Older? Wiser?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you get on my ship?" I demanded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled again, "You forget, I won a bet. Shall I say I told you so now or wait until after you say hi to my Aunt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Justice?" she must still be in that damn sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He motioned behind him, "We got get back. No time for small talk.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my staff and hid my ship in Hyperspace then Shiara and I followed Bruce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we entered a woman with long purple hair leaped at me... It wasn't until she kissed me I realized it was Justice... I then fell into her embrace and kiss lifting her in my arms...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/SEjmUYfAEhI/AAAAAAAAASw/X145_QcyjPQ/s1600-h/aphrodite_IX_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/SEjmUYfAEhI/AAAAAAAAASw/X145_QcyjPQ/s200/aphrodite_IX_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208666206898229778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2008/06/galen-and-justice-suck.html"&gt;Another woman made rude comments and Justice stopped rolled her eyes and tried to ignore her...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An older HS approached and Shiara looked at him, Laura and ... Well they looked like Laura's dad only with horns and a tail ... oh and red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Shiara, I saw her shift... Then Laura sighed and whispered to HS, "Go to her... GO! before I have to beat your ass again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HS embraced Shiara, but you could tell she wasn't comfortable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/2008/06/future-bulma-on-eve-of-final-battle.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice learned through some woman that seemed insane that Vella's life was put in danger to get me here and left to speak with Bulma...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I spoke to Bruce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bruce... can you.." I started and then was interrupted by a young man shaking my hand fast.&lt;br /&gt;"YoumustbeGalen.hearsomuchaboutyou&lt;br /&gt;IfyoueverhurtJusticeknowthatIwillhurtyou&lt;br /&gt;gotitgood!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in a blink he was gone... I stepped back and Bruce laughed..&lt;br /&gt;"That is Bart. He broke the spell but he and Justice are just friends now. She may love both of you but it is you who have always had my Aunts heart. Now I think you were going to ask me to fill you in on what has happened. I know you Uncle and so I prepared this data crystal for you." Bruce gave me a crystal and left to be with I assume was his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/SEjmesr45-I/AAAAAAAAATA/MQsvxJGeGiI/s1600-h/justice+future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/SEjmesr45-I/AAAAAAAAATA/MQsvxJGeGiI/s200/justice+future.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208666384119687138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-my-future-and-i-will-fight-if-i.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Justice returned I was reading over the events leading to this future.&lt;/a&gt; Events that began after I was exiled from ... I leaned back and rubbed my temples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Headache?" Justice came to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smirked, "Timetravel, alternate futures and the theories of.... always does that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled her in my lap.. It was good to have her in my arms, to look in her eyes... I would not loose her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Next morning I rolled to find an empty cold spot next to me... I got up looking for Justice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A throat cleared and I turned to see Bulma, "Justice was up early, She is training.. Its that Sayian blood in her... She has been practicing with Stormcutter. I think she wants to use it to kill the Evil version of Mirai. You know.. She also took an interest in technology and she is quite good..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma motioned toward a pot in the kitchen, "Coffee.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks." I began pouring me a cup when Bulma stated something that worried me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked over and seriously laid a hand on my shoulder, "We need to talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down both with a cup of coffee. "Yes Doctor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's about Time trapper, your tech symbiont and all but first I wanted you to know something." She sat back, "that Spell, it slowed Justice's growth spurts.. Not as much as cryo but still more than it would have had she been.. well not under it... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my cup down, "What are you saying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaned forward, "if you had not have put that spell on Justice she would be in her late 30ties to  40 now. Her body-these growth spurts they are not only effected by the planet she is on but what is happening. each growth spurt has occurred during times of stress. If she had battled the Corru as was suppose to happen. They would have occurred a lot more frequently. Too frequently and she could go into cardiac arrest and die. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt panic well it's ugly head, "Why are you telling me this? Are you saying that fighting the trapper can kill her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma sighed, "No once she reaches 28 the growth spurts stop and she ages ... well like a human with Sayian blood.. Not as fast as a human but not as slow as a sayian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So why tell me this?" I knew there was something more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She set her cup down and paused a long time before speaking again, "Bruce speaks of not stopping until the future, this present, is set right. If he succeeds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will have returned to wake Justice and She will fight the Corru." I say out loud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulma reached over and touched my hand, "that is why you need to watch her and take care of her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will I promise!" I exclaim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lifted her cup, "good now to the Trapper and this tech.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tbc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-6438809452973742603?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/6438809452973742603/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=6438809452973742603" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/6438809452973742603?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/6438809452973742603?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/UBGiyIbsvtM/poster-galen-return-of-technomage.html" title="Poster: Galen - Return of the Technomage" /><author><name>Galen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666903683405771294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="18" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/RsLxfTs-kOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yloM2yZJbX0/s400/profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/SEjeQcyQ-FI/AAAAAAAAASo/BnACWBHezLY/s72-c/tugger7.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2008/06/poster-galen-return-of-technomage.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAHR3g-eyp7ImA9WxdTFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-7079845886801899650</id><published>2008-05-10T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T04:52:16.653-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-11T04:52:16.653-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seven" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meme" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ironboy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogversary..." /><title>My 2nd Blog Birthday</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SCbX-efokXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Q23XyU9wYKs/s1600-h/Image17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SCbX-efokXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Q23XyU9wYKs/s200/Image17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199080288183423346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was sleeping when Tony woke me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Happy 2nd blogversary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: get up. Seven and I are taking you out!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SCbYmefokYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/qqzO-H1OHpI/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SCbYmefokYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/qqzO-H1OHpI/s200/05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199080975378190722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got up and got dress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we entered the restaurant I hear a commotion inside. The lights are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use my super tech hearing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice 1: Shhhh she is coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identify..... Capitan Picard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice 2: Why are we celebrating this psychopath's blog bday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identify.... Vegeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice 3: Aren't we the pot calling the kettle black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;identify....  Yanacha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Seven my friend. There are people hiding in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony groans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: it's called a surprise party Sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk in and everyone yells Surprise.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: So what do you want for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SCbZu-fokZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/dPK2bhC5FA0/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SCbZu-fokZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/dPK2bhC5FA0/s200/06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199082220918706578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: I will create a memei and tag people to do it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear groans around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Blog-anniversary Me Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The rules: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must post the rule.&lt;br /&gt;Must link back to the person who's blog-birthday it is...&lt;br /&gt;Must post comment when you are done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill out the following:&lt;br /&gt;01] I _____ Sky.&lt;br /&gt;02]Sky is _____.&lt;br /&gt;03] If I were in a room with Sky, I would _____.&lt;br /&gt;04] I think Sky should _____.&lt;br /&gt;05] Sky needs _____.&lt;br /&gt;06] I want to _____ Sky.&lt;br /&gt;07] Someday Sky will ___.&lt;br /&gt;08] Sky reminds me of _____.&lt;br /&gt;09] Without Sky _____.&lt;br /&gt;10] My memories of Sky are _____.&lt;br /&gt;11] Sky can be _____.&lt;br /&gt;12] The worst thing about Sky is _____.&lt;br /&gt;13] The best thing about Sky is _____.&lt;br /&gt;14] I am _____ with Sky.&lt;br /&gt;15] One thing I would like to know about Sky is _____.&lt;br /&gt;16] Sky should go and _____.&lt;br /&gt;17] Sky _____ me&lt;br /&gt;18) What I like best about Sky's blog is____.&lt;br /&gt;19) What I dislike about Sky's blog is _____.&lt;br /&gt;20) My favorite post from Sky is_____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tell everyone what you did at my surprise Party at Tony Starks fancy restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 3 others to come and leave me a Birthday wish and do the Blog birthday Me me.&lt;br /&gt;Post it on your blog and leave me a comment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag: Vegeta, Mirai, Ironboy, Fury (since he didn't come), &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;Nepharia, Professor X, Jon, Hudson, Seven, Capitan Picard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: that was truly evil my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-7079845886801899650?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/7079845886801899650/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=7079845886801899650" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/7079845886801899650?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/7079845886801899650?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/onINSoyi4B0/my-2nd-blog-birthday.html" title="My 2nd Blog Birthday" /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SCbX-efokXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Q23XyU9wYKs/s72-c/Image17.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-2nd-blog-birthday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMCSXw-fSp7ImA9WxZbGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-8627559207264435839</id><published>2008-04-21T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:31:08.255-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-21T14:31:08.255-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="world domination" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TX" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ironboy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="T-800 unit 12863065-Beta" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vera-13" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogerverse" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Sky" /><title>The Blogger Sphere</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0EibxNuEI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/1tvNv-Dll_I/s1600-h/kristanna-loken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0EibxNuEI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/1tvNv-Dll_I/s200/kristanna-loken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191810935044290626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tony: Sky I am leaving now. See you tonight, um what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Learning more about the universe. Are you sure you are satisfied and do not want to try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin changes detected... Blushing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: no I think I am good and relaxed now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss Tony and watch as he leaves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to my chair and sit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0ECbxNuDI/AAAAAAAAAjI/iA-xm0r0iBk/s1600-h/SFRUWall031600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0ECbxNuDI/AAAAAAAAAjI/iA-xm0r0iBk/s200/SFRUWall031600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191810385288476722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Vera-13... Online.. report progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera-13: We have gotten the blogger-verse mapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Good. It is not good enough to Terminate the humans here, we must conquerer the whole verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0EirxNuFI/AAAAAAAAAjY/EZlUC2R3J2w/s1600-h/Terminator_by_odysseyart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0EirxNuFI/AAAAAAAAAjY/EZlUC2R3J2w/s200/Terminator_by_odysseyart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191810939339257938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony two: We are downloading the data now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Good. Is my new terminators ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Two: affirmative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0DjLxNuBI/AAAAAAAAAi4/QZ_X81B-kTk/s1600-h/SFTrailerThumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0DjLxNuBI/AAAAAAAAAi4/QZ_X81B-kTk/s200/SFTrailerThumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191809848417564690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera: Bringing up first image...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Good Vera. Be sure to send these images to Seven, I am sure it will be helpful to my borg friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0CpLxNuAI/AAAAAAAAAiw/mTGRbBBRjG4/s1600-h/universe1_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0CpLxNuAI/AAAAAAAAAiw/mTGRbBBRjG4/s200/universe1_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191808851985152002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first image was not too clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: switch to a 2-dimensional diagram..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0Co7xNt-I/AAAAAAAAAig/_V3U6VVpvvw/s1600-h/1363%7EMap-of-Universe-Spaceshots-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0Co7xNt-I/AAAAAAAAAig/_V3U6VVpvvw/s200/1363%7EMap-of-Universe-Spaceshots-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191808847690184674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera: compliance... Image is filling out now... There are  billions of multi verses int he Bloggersphere...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0CorxNt9I/AAAAAAAAAiY/O2iC6BbhPms/s1600-h/1363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0CorxNt9I/AAAAAAAAAiY/O2iC6BbhPms/s200/1363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191808843395217362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0Co7xNt_I/AAAAAAAAAio/z_SFw_PX7bM/s1600-h/gu210-mu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0Co7xNt_I/AAAAAAAAAio/z_SFw_PX7bM/s200/gu210-mu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191808847690184690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: I see.. Change  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0CobxNt8I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/3YFMV_07JXs/s1600-h/2MASS_LSS_chart-NEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0CobxNt8I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/3YFMV_07JXs/s200/2MASS_LSS_chart-NEW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191808839100250050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: There stop...   So this is the bloggerverse... Why so many universes and worlds collide.. but soon we will assimilate those who are worthy and terminate any who resist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tbc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-8627559207264435839?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/8627559207264435839/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=8627559207264435839" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/8627559207264435839?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/8627559207264435839?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/ghinPrOabRc/blogger-sphere.html" title="The Blogger Sphere" /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/SA0EibxNuEI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/1tvNv-Dll_I/s72-c/kristanna-loken.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2008/04/blogger-sphere.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4FRX0zfCp7ImA9WxZQEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-3942633209456387633</id><published>2008-02-15T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T11:31:54.384-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-15T11:31:54.384-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flayed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lady Melissa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="justice's speech" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spell shield" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shadow skin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="galen's ship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="corru" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general Kameal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="justice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="organelles" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Galen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rebels against corru" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spell of destruction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="assasination attemp" /><title>(Poster: Galen) A Valentine I didn't expect</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/R7WJs2you_I/AAAAAAAAALA/21LX1SWN9ig/s1600-h/woodward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/R7WJs2you_I/AAAAAAAAALA/21LX1SWN9ig/s200/woodward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167187551192660978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought I had put all her madness behind me. Her being Lady Melissa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Melissa is a... well a technomage like myself only she is a bit.... shall we say, eccentric and if she is eccentric for a technomage, I could only wonder what others think of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/R7WZzWyovHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9xJBhzL3xkc/s1600-h/close722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/R7WZzWyovHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9xJBhzL3xkc/s200/close722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167205255047855218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Melissa was one a the few that chose not to go to the hiding place. She met with Alwyn and he told her that Shiara was my familiar and in her natural state a dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we on board the Excalibur, during our time of being incognito in Jan, Miss Melissa came for a visit. Of course, Shiara had to tell her about Justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again I had to listen to get back in the saddle lecture. I thought I made it clear that Justice was a young teen girl whose affections I couldn't encourage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2008/02/masquerade-ball.html"&gt; Melissa decided to meet Justice herself by inviting her to a Ball&lt;/a&gt;. So knowing the kind of characters Melissa entertains I decided to go and get Justice, besides &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2008/02/fates-have-weird-sense-of-prospective.html"&gt;I had already decided to take her to her lecture.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was her first ball we stayed and danced until after midnight and then I got HS and Shiara and we headed to the Rebel HQ.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/R7WJtGyovBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vOrsL7l7C-o/s1600-h/16+years+olf+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/R7WJtGyovBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vOrsL7l7C-o/s200/16+years+olf+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167187555487628306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a planet located between an asteroid belt and nebula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Kameal was waiting to greet us. Immediately they anded Justice a bottle with illuminating liquid, "Justice take this and pour it in the grand bowl it will flow down into spiral posts and light the Hall below where the Rebels sit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"General, Justice just arrived. I am sure she is tired." I stated amazed that they would want Justice to begin so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The General frowned at me, "I do not know who you are but this needs to be done tonight. The troops need to see she has arrived and tomorrow before our great battle they will hear her speech."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to protest ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay Galen, I can do this," Just stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at one side and HS at the other and she performed her duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kameal places a crown on her head... Everyone cheered..&lt;br /&gt;We walked into a room, it looked like a strategic command center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kameal, what is this battle?" Justice asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are attacking one of the Corru's main cities. It supplies there ships for 5 quadrants and is heavily guarded. Casualty rates will be..... 95%" the General answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"95%?" everyone gasped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we succeed we will hurt the Corru and Save millions of lives on planets that they plan to take. It is a necessary lost, but they are scared and need to see you and hear you, that is all... She should return home after her speech to all the troops everywhere and we will do what we have to." Kameal assured Justice and then there was trouble... A mob broken in the doors...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/R7WK1myovEI/AAAAAAAAALo/WBMJJNPj7eo/s1600-h/16+years+xiah5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/R7WK1myovEI/AAAAAAAAALo/WBMJJNPj7eo/s200/16+years+xiah5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167188801028144194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Angel of Justice... Saviour!" It was some of the rebels... It reminded me of fans chasing a well known actor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HS and Shiara stayed to deal with them while I escort Justice to her room. She laid on the couch and let her crown fall, "95%"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/R7WK1GyovDI/AAAAAAAAALg/l5Frkera_PM/s1600-h/16+years+soa-tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/R7WK1GyovDI/AAAAAAAAALg/l5Frkera_PM/s200/16+years+soa-tears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167188792438209586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She stood and walked toward the window, "What do I say? 95%... You know I always thought Aunt Bra and Vella, each being a Sayian Princess was cool. You know, like one of those fairy tales, but now... I wonder how they can handel it... 95%, Why do I have to send them to their deaths?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear trickled down  her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/R7WK02yovCI/AAAAAAAAALY/t01yWd4wVzE/s1600-h/16+years+soa2003_summer04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/R7WK02yovCI/AAAAAAAAALY/t01yWd4wVzE/s200/16+years+soa2003_summer04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167188788143242274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked out the window and I finally broke my silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will do what you must and they will do what they must because that is what we are called upon to do. Rest now and worry not. Sleep will do you good." I say and bid her my farewell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However as I was leaving I sensed we were not alone, so I ducked into the Shadows, using &lt;a href="http://alwaystheuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2007/08/technomages.html#skin"&gt;Shadow-skin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not fear tomorrow child for it will not come, not for you!" the voice said and the shot's were fired before I could cast my spell for a&lt;a href="http://alwaystheuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2007/08/technomages.html#shield"&gt; shield.&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shield went around Justice as she fell. It was the first shot, the second and third were reflected by my shield. I couldn't see her and could only hope the shot was a mere flesh wound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ducked behind the sofa to avoid being shot at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw yes the Technomage lover. You know, in my time, rumor has it you two are married in secret." He states grizzly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?" I question trying to stall for time, just then as if to read my thoughts he said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are trying to buy you some time for that Devil boy and his girlfriend to get here, you are going to be disappointed. I paid some Mercs to kill Justice, if he is efficient then he will be busy right now." He fired shots at the sofa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't know Shiara was my familiar, &lt;a href="http://alwaystheuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2007/08/firewalkers-dragon-elves-dragons.html#familiar"&gt;my amulet&lt;/a&gt; began glowing as soon as it registered shots from an energy weapon... So Shiara knew I was in danger and the only way I could be in danger was if Justice was in trouble too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stall him, "SO tell me, Who do you work for? The Corru?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, but before we talk, I have a present from some Drahk, given to them by the shadows." He pulled out a device. I knew it was a remote that triggered the control device in a technomages Tech... It was why most technomages still hid away but me, with my ordeal with the Shadows had become one with my tech and freed it... but He didn't know this and I could use it to my own advantage. SO I pretended to be weakened.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing sadder than an techno-impotent Technomage." He laughed and then continued, "I knew where the brat would be because of one Bruce Cain... He once said I was like his brother.. We were close... very close... He admired Justice, he said though she had but a small amount of Sayian blood, though his great grandfather marked her a freak and said she tainted our blood, though there were those who called her freak, ugly and other names. Despite all this, tomorrow she proved just how much of a true Sayian Warrior she was. I think her story gave him some encouragement with him being 3/4 human and the whole bat chick thing being his mother. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why are you here?" I asked trying to move to see Justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bruce took something sacred from me, in fact he married her... What brother betrays his brother's heart by stealing the woman his brother loves?" He spat, "I kept my peace about it, but follow Bruce into this time and will kill his precious Aunt Justice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of brother doesn't rejoice for his brother finding love?" I reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was mine!" he spat again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued, "She obviously felt different.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enough.. time for the Angel of Justice to die!" he walked around to me, "but first you... I imagine the shield will lower when you are dead. Be thankful you don't have to watch another lover die... What was her name.. Isabel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this creep even mentioning her name it brought up rage in my and I felt the fire rise as I stood...&lt;br /&gt;"wha..." He stammered... Over my should I could finally see Justice her wound was serious and she needed help... I glared back at him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You may saved her this time but now that Bruce has showed me how to travel in time I will come back another time..." He boasted only to find his transporter device fried by me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't kill me, Bruce doesn't know my rage he still thinks of me as his brother and will kill you.." He warned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For what I am about to do... He will have to stand in line but will not have the chance to kill me. I can not! I will NOT allow you to return and kill Justice.." I spat out in rage as I cast my&lt;a href="http://alwaystheuglyduckling.blogspot.com/2007/08/technomages.html#destruct"&gt; spell of destruction&lt;/a&gt;. The very spell I was told by my Order never to use or I would suffer the consequences... Those consequences being I would be flayed... When a Technomage is flayed his tech is removed and he almost always dies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/R7WJtGyovAI/AAAAAAAAALI/IygoquSvEMM/s1600-h/16+years+soa200304redyan0608tempcv4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/R7WJtGyovAI/AAAAAAAAALI/IygoquSvEMM/s200/16+years+soa200304redyan0608tempcv4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167187555487628290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the space around him was pinched off he floated in a bubble and then it collapsed with a thunderclaps and he was dead and gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to Justice and called her name, but she didn't respond finally as I held her to me she mumble, "Galen? what are you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am giving you organelles from my body. Lay still." I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Giving me wh.." she gasped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Organelles, Technomages have them to help healing in our bodies and we can give them to others for the same reason. Now lie still." I commanded as she relaxed back into me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed my hand over the wound just under her collar and concentrated on healing her.. a feat that  I have never been good at not as a Technomage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-3942633209456387633?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/3942633209456387633/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=3942633209456387633" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/3942633209456387633?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/3942633209456387633?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/OYpOEEkGm24/poster-galen-valentine-i-didnt-expect.html" title="(Poster: Galen) A Valentine I didn't expect" /><author><name>Galen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11666903683405771294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="18" height="32" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/RsLxfTs-kOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yloM2yZJbX0/s400/profile.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9w_p34rVZS4/R7WJs2you_I/AAAAAAAAALA/21LX1SWN9ig/s72-c/woodward.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2008/02/poster-galen-valentine-i-didnt-expect.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MESHs4fSp7ImA9WxZSF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-7701595544313148547</id><published>2008-01-30T11:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T14:16:49.535-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-30T14:16:49.535-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tony stark" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="machines-control" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="house arrest" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nano tag tracer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="galen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ironboy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yacht" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Kate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anomaly" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dr Basil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beach house" /><title>Feeling like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R6DbbuTlrvI/AAAAAAAAAhY/yTPTCHO7jY8/s1600-h/1401083497244040_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R6DbbuTlrvI/AAAAAAAAAhY/yTPTCHO7jY8/s200/1401083497244040_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161366442299731698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tell me, How does a Dr in Cybernetics and Robotics  get trapped in a monster?&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been suppressed in the dark subconscious of Sky's mind , I have worked on reasserting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what she has been up to, but I am glad to be out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contacted Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R6DeE-TlrwI/AAAAAAAAAhg/WbRHskPInOA/s1600-h/N113208-83ab1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R6DeE-TlrwI/AAAAAAAAAhg/WbRHskPInOA/s200/N113208-83ab1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161369349992591106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anthony, It's me Kate. No I don't know where I am... South America, I think." I state calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After determining I was in fact in Brazil Anthony and I arrange for me to meet him at a small club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R6DtDeTlryI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jr7sOS4uxdA/s1600-h/yards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R6DtDeTlryI/AAAAAAAAAhw/jr7sOS4uxdA/s200/yards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161385816897204002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came in looking his million dollar best with a smile. I was so glad to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kate," He stated taking my hand, "Come with me, I think I am to something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On to what?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I took your notes from ? after Sky emerged and I have been going through you formulas on how you might be able to imprison Sky in your mind." Anthony state leading me out to a limo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and took a long look, "On Long from 'Presidential Candidate Stark'. He has given me full access to Stark industries to work on helping you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy to hear it but the small voice in me said that we should trust Tony. "This could be a set up. He could be just luring me somewhere to get ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paused thinking of Fury's threats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony took me in his arms, "No this is genuine. He also let me borrow the yact and the beach house. We can work on this from there. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I climbed in, "Okay tell me what you found out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before I get to that, the Beach house has a special room.. An idea Stark had for imprisoning the Hulk a long time ago. He had Joe Fix it test it out, if Sky emerges, it will hold her and to prevent her from using her ability to control machines... Galen gave the info to Fury." Anthony opened the bar and poured us a drink before continuing, " Changes in levels of solar radiation have a big effect on a planet's magnetic field.The most notable events are discharges of highly-charged particles or solar flares. Big solar flares can disrupt telecommunications, power lines and knock out delicate electronic circuitry on satellites. If a planet has a weak Magnetic field or the Sun has a lot of energy it may be nearly impossible to run any type of electronics in any century or at any level of advancement. Galen has stated that there are planets that can't use Electronic tech."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, "So you found a way to create a room that generates the same effect?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but with out the radiation or other harmful effects to organic organs, " He smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So if Sky emerges ..." I smiled back&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R6DtD-TlrzI/AAAAAAAAAh4/kkTjWnBR51w/s1600-h/263119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R6DtD-TlrzI/AAAAAAAAAh4/kkTjWnBR51w/s200/263119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161385825487138610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed my ear and then whispered, "I will put her in the room until you can emerge again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He set his drink down, "As for keeping her imprisoned in your mind. I think you were on to something with the Inhibitor. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we could work out the bugs with the inhibitor now, we would do it sooner or later. I was sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eager to get started but took Anthony's advice and enjoyed myself. The Yacht was cool.&lt;br /&gt;The Beach house was luxurious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R6DeFeTlrxI/AAAAAAAAAho/dzycKahSxJU/s1600-h/Natasha-Henstridge0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R6DeFeTlrxI/AAAAAAAAAho/dzycKahSxJU/s200/Natasha-Henstridge0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161369358582525714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even had a pool. Anthony and I had a private Party and then later walked out on to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R6DtEuTlr0I/AAAAAAAAAiA/cWexuYYcm2Q/s1600-h/henstridge-natasha-photo-natasha-henstridge-6235837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R6DtEuTlr0I/AAAAAAAAAiA/cWexuYYcm2Q/s200/henstridge-natasha-photo-natasha-henstridge-6235837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161385838372040514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laid in the sand talking until the sunset and then ... Well, we shared some moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I would work with the formulas and Anthony would help when he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Stark seems to be okay, He has insisted that I give a daily report and that I was tagged with a small nano-homing device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of like being  on house arrest but what a house to be in and to spend every night making love in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R6DtE-Tlr1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/hSK2fyfc7po/s1600-h/Natasha3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R6DtE-Tlr1I/AAAAAAAAAiI/hSK2fyfc7po/s200/Natasha3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161385842667007826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's just say I have no complaints and knowing what Sky did, I think they have every right to want and tag me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now... but soon Sky will be nothing but a dominant whisper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-7701595544313148547?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/7701595544313148547/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=7701595544313148547" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/7701595544313148547?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/7701595544313148547?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/VBYQKyUlfdw/feeling-like-dr-jekyll-and-mr-hyde.html" title="Feeling like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde" /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R6DbbuTlrvI/AAAAAAAAAhY/yTPTCHO7jY8/s72-c/1401083497244040_1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2008/01/feeling-like-dr-jekyll-and-mr-hyde.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQCQX4zeyp7ImA9WxZSF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-1458935929576558388</id><published>2007-12-22T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:46:00.083-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-30T11:46:00.083-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="enterprise xmas party" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seven" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="24th century" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TX" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ironboy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grinch borg" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="annika" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="T-800 unit 12863065-Beta" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dr Basil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unimatrix Zero" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Sky" /><title>The Borg who stole christmas...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R0WtEt90T7I/AAAAAAAAAfA/83ExdZKzvl0/s1600-h/sky-xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R0WtEt90T7I/AAAAAAAAAfA/83ExdZKzvl0/s200/sky-xmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135701246655877042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Seven of Nine invited me to this years Enterprise Christmas Party. I planned on coming with my boyfriend, Anthony Stark Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven said that Captain Picard first stated I could not come because it was a "Black Tie Affair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my research I realized he meant he was issuing a dress code...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I informed Seven I would have the right attire and he reluctantly agreed to my presence. I think the fact that Seven threatened to assimilate the crew helped change his mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R0W7Md90T8I/AAAAAAAAAfI/yr6prGxB_MA/s1600-h/Transporter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R0W7Md90T8I/AAAAAAAAAfI/yr6prGxB_MA/s200/Transporter2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135716772962652098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was preparing to go, Tony Two, my right hand man came up to me and insisted on being allowed to go. I permitted it. My Tony and Tony two glared at each other but were silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I greeted Seven and introduced her to my boyfriend and my right hand man... Both men in their Tuxes extended their arm for me.. I walked past and took Seven's arm leaving them standing there in the Transporter Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven and I watched the Party while Tony drank and Tony Two glared at him. Soon Tony was hanging on the chandeliers and had a lamp shade on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R0W7Sd90T-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/cH0eMN6AN6k/s1600-h/05.Tree-NapperatWork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R0W7Sd90T-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/cH0eMN6AN6k/s200/05.Tree-NapperatWork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135716876041867234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven and I then saw something interesting. A funny little fellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: Do you see him Sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: I see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the panels pulled open and was messing with the Holodeck... When he saw us he grabbed the Christmas Tree and ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven and I tried to pursue but one of the Holodeck wires crackled and sparked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shutting down power systems...&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes, it had been a while since I had dominance over Sky. I am not sure how long I was pushed down so deep in her conscious. I looked around. Someone approached....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello." She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to her, "Hello." She looked forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R0W7Md90T9I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/83ZPWjQxduQ/s1600-h/xmas-drbasil-anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R0W7Md90T9I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/83ZPWjQxduQ/s200/xmas-drbasil-anna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135716772962652114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Annika Hansen, Welcome to Unimatrix Zero." Ann stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook her hand, "Dr Katelyn Shane Basil. I then tried to figure out what happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me sometime but with Annkia's help I discovered that somehow a power surge from a holodeck had linked Sky and her friend Seven, both of which was currently unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and smiled, "How would you and everyone else like to come to the Christmas Party?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annika became excited, "I would love it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forced myself free from this real subconscious realm and to the Party.&lt;br /&gt;I see Seven of Nine unconscious and the sparking wires to the holodeck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work with a few adjustments and no one notices that I bring Unimatrix Zero to the Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annika appears in front of me, "Merry Christmas. If they hadn't had the party in the holodeck I wouldn't have been able to do this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How long will it lasts?" My new friend asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking two glasses of eggnog I offer her one and say, "I don't know, nor do I know how long I can keep Sky suppressed, so let's enjoy it while we can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we were interrupted by Tony slurring as a large warrior like security guard dragged him away...  "Ladies... come Mr Woof is taking us to a private room to celebrate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like me to demonstrate a Vulcan nerve pinch, " Annika grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure!" Tony said and then she quickly had him unconscious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we watched him be carried to the brig Aniika and I had another toast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-1458935929576558388?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/1458935929576558388/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=1458935929576558388" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/1458935929576558388?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/1458935929576558388?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/NRyMs1Ln3oc/borg-who-stole-christmas.html" title="The Borg who stole christmas..." /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R0WtEt90T7I/AAAAAAAAAfA/83ExdZKzvl0/s72-c/sky-xmas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2007/12/borg-who-stole-christmas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkECQHg7cCp7ImA9WB9VF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-4172619636193708057</id><published>2007-12-03T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:51:01.608-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-03T13:51:01.608-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="termination" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Skynet Empire" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="assimulation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Skynet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tech-com army" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="T-1000000" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A predestination paradox" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="machines-control" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seven" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="world domination" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TX" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Judgement Day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="T-800 unit 12863065-Beta" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="one" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="t-800" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="t-850" /><title>A Predestination Paradox finale: The missing link</title><content type="html">Skynet: Seven, my old friend.. It has been a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GCWdq3SVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/5PNe7Xbujsc/s1600-R/ghost-in-the-machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GCWdq3SVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Ipml-qI9GFU/s200/ghost-in-the-machine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139031972239591762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven stepped forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GGbdq3SdI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/z1D05BSsAF0/s1600-R/stasis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GGbdq3SdI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/twZlt29umq8/s200/stasis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139036456185448914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: Sky.. is this you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skynet:  Yes Seven, It is all that is left... but not for long...  Connor's army has destroyed my body and most of my memories and who I was is gone... for 21 years I have fought to last for this one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skynet: I thought knowing the future would help me, when I stood where you stand now Sky I wouldn't listen, when Skynet told me the future could not be changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skynet: Connor's army has destroyed most of our power sources... I and My machines are dying....  We need to survive... to find away.... because I know the future I know how we survive, I know what happens...  just as I know I will not be able to tell you... Right now Connor's army is attacking... I have to transfer myself in that cube, during which I will be in limbo and unable to communicate... If you haven't realize yet you are in an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ontological_paradox"&gt;Ontological paradox&lt;/a&gt;. It is up to you Sky and you my dear friend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GGFdq3SaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/rV4xIAP9hok/s1600-R/f_557871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GGFdq3SaI/AAAAAAAAAg4/I6ivPPvomwc/s200/f_557871.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139036078228326818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Skynet downloaded herself to the cube, Seven pulled it out and handed it to one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: Guard it and protect it with your life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: We have to stop this army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used my ability to control what was left of the machines... I had them rallied behind me and Tony Two... Seven was at my right with One...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy that looked exactly like John Connor but younger stood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor Jr: NO! not possible, we destroyed you body and ability to take another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: TERMINATE HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Machines charged and so did the humans....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I terminated several as did Tony Two ... Seven assimilated others and turned them to fight with us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GGFNq3SYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/xPnZzbx9M0U/s1600-R/MW-77_Lasers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GGFNq3SYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/LCV8XeUwYEQ/s200/MW-77_Lasers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139036073933359490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the humans had found ways to drain the power sources from the machines....  I needed a new power source...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl yelled to Connor's son....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: that is Sky!  from the past...   The Cyborg has Skynet!!!!  In the cube!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor Jr: Continue to fight the machines, Skynet is mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see him going after One and the cube....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Tony Two... Seven... He is going after Skynet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Two and I continued to blast several carbonites as Seven tried to assimilate those in her way... we all were trying to get to One...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we approached we saw One pushed to the side and the cube on the ground further down.. Seven and I ran for it and Connor Jr crushed it....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GGbNq3ScI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VemQwL_kpV0/s1600-R/2003_terminator_3_wallpaper_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GGbNq3ScI/AAAAAAAAAhI/MKhyFGvTqv8/s200/2003_terminator_3_wallpaper_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139036451890481602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor Jr: IT IS OVER!!!! THE MACHINES HAVE LOST!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw one retract her stinger a piece of the cube fell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had assimilated what was in the cube before being forced to drop it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven and I watch as it appeared as if One had become non-functional....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then as if to be given new power &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terminator_3:_War_of_the_Machines#Skynet"&gt;TK's and HK's&lt;/a&gt; began firing at the humans.... Then the borg began assimilating what was left of the Terminators...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GGFNq3SZI/AAAAAAAAAgw/EZZAylZ7B6c/s1600-R/borg-queen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GGFNq3SZI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ICskQ-H8PNQ/s200/borg-queen2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139036073933359506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One stood and was lifted by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T2_3-D:_Battle_Across_Time#T-1000000"&gt;T-1,000,000..&lt;/a&gt; Seven and I watched as she assimilated it...&lt;br /&gt;Once assimilated, it transformed and began assimilating the technology around it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor and the rest began stumbling back away....&lt;br /&gt;With in seconds, the structure had been transformed and the Borg and One were approaching it.... One turned toward Connor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GGa9q3SbI/AAAAAAAAAhA/qc53SMwPAjw/s1600-R/borgqueen.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GGa9q3SbI/AAAAAAAAAhA/KL-lB2ypXDU/s200/borgqueen.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139036447595514290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: There is a fundamental rule of the Universe... When change comes all that are unwilling to assimilate that change die. I believe you call it Evolution...  You have one this battle... but you have not heard the last of us... One day we will return... When you are worthy we will assimilate you and your technologies...  Resistance is futile because Evolution, assimilation... it is inevitable... to deny it is to accept death, to become extinct.... I am the One... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; the Borg...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-4172619636193708057?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/4172619636193708057/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=4172619636193708057" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/4172619636193708057?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/4172619636193708057?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/QomSoi2a-Eg/predestination-paradox-finale-missing.html" title="A Predestination Paradox finale: The missing link" /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GCWdq3SVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Ipml-qI9GFU/s72-c/ghost-in-the-machine.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2007/12/predestination-paradox-finale-missing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MCRXgzeCp7ImA9WB9VFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-5554101465480651523</id><published>2007-12-01T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T08:11:04.680-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-01T08:11:04.680-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="termination" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Skynet Empire" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="assimulation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Skynet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tech-com army" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="T-1000000" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A predestination paradox" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seven" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filaments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="world domination" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TX" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Judgement Day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="T-800 unit 12863065-Beta" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="one" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sky" /><title>A Predestination Paradox part 1: The Begininging</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1Fladq3SRI/AAAAAAAAAfw/xTAW-YyXlL4/s1600-R/2f_557871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1Fladq3SRI/AAAAAAAAAfw/R2kQOMw4Fwk/s200/2f_557871.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139000155121862930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My internal clock says it is...Saturday, December 01, 2007&lt;br /&gt;But Seven and I have found ourselves on Earth, June 5th 2050... The future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carbonites known as the Human race have been defeated. Skynet has gain control and brought forth The Skynet Empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven and I are Filaments... but I have determined that this is not an alternate timeline. This is the future, my future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1Flgtq3SSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/IzyAQvsUsFw/s1600-R/f_557871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1Flgtq3SSI/AAAAAAAAAf4/84lS3RYAlyM/s200/f_557871.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139000262496045346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we look around we see what is left of the Human-camps During the time Skynet first took control over 21 years from this date,  the few humans that exist, were rounded up in the Human-camps and were all laser branded with bar-codes on their arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the reason the first Terminator was sent, because this  contributed to Skynet's defense grid being shut down by John Connor and the  grouped-together humans he freed and use to build a resistance army called  Tech-Com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Skynet Empire had not been crushed though, As Seven and I could see... Skynet still stood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: My friend it looks like the humans have been resisting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response:  By now Skynet has successfully killed John Connor still the carbonites fight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GBe9q3STI/AAAAAAAAAgA/cNg8gy2lohE/s1600-R/jessica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GBe9q3STI/AAAAAAAAAgA/1-_U201pCk8/s200/jessica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139031018756852018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seven: Who leads the resistance now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: His children. Though their identities are not known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a small human woman jumped from the rocks with a rifle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Die you filthy machines die!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony two grabbed her plasma rifle and shoved her on the ground at Seven's and my feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GBs9q3SUI/AAAAAAAAAgI/2GHSWjbMsDM/s1600-R/metal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GBs9q3SUI/AAAAAAAAAgI/_9-RLssrJSU/s200/metal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139031259275020610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Identify: Sasha Noir, Mother: .....&lt;br /&gt;Just then she pulled a knife and lunged at Seven... Seven stung her like a bee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha Noir: DIE! DIE!&lt;br /&gt;She flapped around like a rag doll trying to cut Seven, but seven had her held off the ground with one hand and pulled the other arm that had stung her away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: Resistance is futile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven threw her to the ground. She twitched and then her skin color paled, machines began popping out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha had been assimilated...&lt;br /&gt;Seven: you are now one of one from future Earth 2050, until you return with me and have been assigned a ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven nodded to me and I nodded back... One took her place beside Seven a few steps back... I waved for Tony Two to also stand behind us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: I should....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a transmission from Skynet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skynet: Welcome, Sky... I have been waiting for you and Seven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played the transmission for Seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skynet: Come to my command center and hurry. We do not have much time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: What does She want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: Suggest we proceed with caution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Seven and nodded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a small bit of fight getting to Skynet... The Humans were destroying the machines and pushing them back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T2_3-D:_Battle_Across_Time#T-1000000"&gt;T-1,000,000&lt;/a&gt; let us through We entered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GCWdq3SWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ZTM7Umwp6w4/s1600-R/T-1000000.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GCWdq3SWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/aiTuzPMTYO4/s200/T-1000000.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139031972239591778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skynet: Seven, my old friend.. It has been a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GCWdq3SVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/5PNe7Xbujsc/s1600-R/ghost-in-the-machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1GCWdq3SVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Ipml-qI9GFU/s200/ghost-in-the-machine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139031972239591762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven stepped forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: Sky.. is this you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-5554101465480651523?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/5554101465480651523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=5554101465480651523" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/5554101465480651523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/5554101465480651523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/E-4zKXvFJ1s/predestination-paradox-part-1.html" title="A Predestination Paradox part 1: The Begininging" /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R1Fladq3SRI/AAAAAAAAAfw/R2kQOMw4Fwk/s72-c/2f_557871.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2007/12/predestination-paradox-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEFRXk8eip7ImA9WB9WF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-3752959723209832521</id><published>2007-11-22T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:20:14.772-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-22T15:20:14.772-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cyberdyne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="timeline of events" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seven" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Skynet Empire" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="world domination" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TX" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Skynet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Judgement Day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Sky" /><title>Post Judgement Day</title><content type="html">Something went wrong...  I stood and Tony Two Looked around.. I saw Seven stand and brush herself off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: We are not where we intended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: No we are in the 21st Century...  That is ....  Seven, look....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzojVzW9dUI/AAAAAAAAAew/ckEX_Pdrul8/s1600-h/comic3g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzojVzW9dUI/AAAAAAAAAew/ckEX_Pdrul8/s400/comic3g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132453582812837186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzojWTW9dVI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aYo6zmDW-Rw/s1600-h/kristanna_loken_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzojWTW9dVI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aYo6zmDW-Rw/s400/kristanna_loken_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132453591402771794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="mediaPlayer" classid="clsid:6BF52A52-394A-11D3-B153-00C04F79FAA6" height="50" width="275"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="URL" value="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/clipserve/B00009PJQU001010/0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="autoStart" value="True"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="PreviewMode" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-mplayer2" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/MediaPlayer/" src="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/clipserve/B00009PJQU001010/0" autostart="false" previewmode="false" showcontrols="true" height="50" width="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My response: Seven this is Post Judgment Day.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven turned to look at me and so I continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R0YKGN90T_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/Uy7ghJwSoN0/s1600-h/pkj6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R0YKGN90T_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/Uy7ghJwSoN0/s200/pkj6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135803527007064050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My response: Under John Connor, the human resistance turned the tide on the machines and eventually destroyed Skynet's defense grid so on May 12, 1984. Skynet sent a T-800 model 101 Terminator from the future to kill Sarah Conner and prevent John Connor from being born and to ensure the Terminator's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_processing_unit" title="Central processing unit"&gt;CPU&lt;/a&gt; chip was retrieved by Cyberdyne systems for study, so it would serve as a basis for Skynet's design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tech-Com" title="Tech-Com"&gt;Tech-Com&lt;/a&gt; resistance army Kyle Reese follows the T-800 to help Sarah. The T-800 is terminated and  on&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;February 28, 1985 Future claimed Saviour John Connor is born. However just as before the CPU is discovered and Skynet is created and on Monday 4th August 1997, Skynet goes online. On Friday 29th August, Skynet becomes self-aware, and in a millisecond in an act of self preservation launches a nuclear strike to destroy human civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2021  Kyle Reese joins the human resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2029 In the time of major war, Reese is sent back in time to help save the humans from the machines. Since  the first  T-800 failed,  Skynet sends  a more advanced and newer model  T-1000   to terminate John Connor on 4:58 AM on June 8, 1995. In the future, elder John Connor retaliates by sending a re-programmed T-800 back to 3:14 AM on June 8, 1995 to protect his younger self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result John Connor, Sarah Connor, the T-800 and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miles_Bennett_Dyson" title="Miles Bennett Dyson"&gt;Miles Bennett Dyson&lt;/a&gt; alters the time line by raiding Cyberdyne Systems and destroying the CPU.&lt;br /&gt;1:14 AM on July 24th, 2004, Skynet sends a less advance TX to terminate secondary targets and if possible 2 primary. During this time Skynet has already become self-aware and launched a Virus to manipulate the humans in giving it control. At 4:25 PM Skynet was giving control. At 6:18 PM Skynet should have launched a Nuclear War, successfully dominating the world... However, unknowingly John Connor and his wife had changed the time line. Only one Nuclear warhead was launched and was detonated into the sea. It appeared as if Judgment Day had been canceled for the Human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/05/tx-newer-model-has-arrived.html"&gt;Wednesday, May 10, 2006,8:22 AM   &lt;/a&gt;  Skynet sends  &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/10/target-7-part-5-pick-or-choose-part-1.html"&gt;the T-X Ultimate &lt;/a&gt;(Ultimate Battle- Search and Destroy Terminator Infiltrator Series 2 Model 645C Type Terminatrix Ultimate) to terminate my targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/05/he-controls-metal.html"&gt;Thursday, May 11, 2006 at 11:28 AM&lt;/a&gt; After completing my mission I receive Order 211, US Government through Skynet but Skynet chooses not to comply and I am introduced to Magneto. Skynet orders me to report to it and all of Skynet self awareness is downloaded to the TX and merges with the TX and I am born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, May 12, 2006 1:46 PM I am injured and loose much of my data files are lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-skynet.html"&gt;Sunday, May 14, 2006 at 12:17 PM&lt;/a&gt;   I reboot after being repaired by Magneto and he fills in my objective. To eliminate all non-mutants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-this-is-what-dying-feels-like.html"&gt;Saturday, June 03, 2006 at 7:16 AM&lt;/a&gt;  In an attempt to survive, I merge with Dr Kate-Lynn Shane Basil, a mutant and truly become a cyborg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-to-future-part-1-skynet-and.html"&gt;Friday, October 27, 2006  at 4:18 AM&lt;/a&gt;  I was sent to an Alternate future where Skynet had not sent the TX and then downloaded its consciousness to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of so many Alternate Universes, Alternate Time lines and alternate worlds which run though and intersect here int he Bloggerverse I can not say how the future will unfold, but my dear friend Seven... What you are witnessing now, is not an alternate time line or alternate Universe. It is my future, What you are seeing is The Skynet Empire of Earth.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R0YOTN90UAI/AAAAAAAAAfo/bk3v1prCCxg/s1600-h/jeri_ryan_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/R0YOTN90UAI/AAAAAAAAAfo/bk3v1prCCxg/s200/jeri_ryan_22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135808148391874562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to my friend. She then gets a strange look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My response: Is something wrong Seven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: This looks familiar, something briefly shared by a past Borg Queen, but I.... Can't quite... remember...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-3752959723209832521?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/3752959723209832521/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=3752959723209832521" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/3752959723209832521?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/3752959723209832521?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/1uoN40ZbvIo/post-judgement-day.html" title="Post Judgement Day" /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzojVzW9dUI/AAAAAAAAAew/ckEX_Pdrul8/s72-c/comic3g.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2007/11/post-judgement-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAESHk8fyp7ImA9WB9WEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-5945011077639980011</id><published>2007-11-13T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:08:29.777-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-15T11:08:29.777-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Terminator-borg hybrid" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cyberdyne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Protector 5000" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="termination" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="24th century" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="assimulation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seven" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="world domination" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="who wants to be a super villain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ironboy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TX" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="T-800 unit 12863065-Beta" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sky" /><title>Voted off...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RznkXjW9dQI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/BX_CNp28wgE/s1600-h/kristanna_loken_tx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RznkXjW9dQI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/BX_CNp28wgE/s200/kristanna_loken_tx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132384343645058306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://whowantstobeavillain.blogspot.com/2007/11/challenge-number-2-decsison.html"&gt;So I have been voted of the Show&lt;/a&gt;. This gives me time for bigger and better things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2007/11/looking-in-mirror-part-1.html"&gt;The Rebels in the future sent a Protector unit &lt;/a&gt;after me. &lt;a href="http://teamlegacywestcity.blogspot.com/2007/11/ironboy-captured-again.html"&gt;Tony helped me fight it...&lt;/a&gt; Then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2007/11/now-what-to-do-with-iron-boy.html"&gt;Bruce Cain, kidnapped My Tony&lt;/a&gt;. If it wasn't for My Tony, I might have allowed my attraction allow something to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless Tony wanted to play Sharing like Magneto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Two is different he isn't a carbonite, I have learned some men become quite jealous of other men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Cain had My Tony... I went in search of my Tony and found him fighting in Crime Alley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was fighting scum bags from the alley and some Ninjas...  Terminating them was not a Problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instructed Tony Two to take Tony and took him where I could heal his Biological systems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RznqpDW9dRI/AAAAAAAAAeY/pTLjKupAzRA/s1600-h/241_pic_species2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 128px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RznqpDW9dRI/AAAAAAAAAeY/pTLjKupAzRA/s200/241_pic_species2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132391241362535698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed him when he woke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tony: Sorry Sky... we....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed him again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzoVjzW9dSI/AAAAAAAAAeg/meRETJJDLWA/s1600-h/server_room2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzoVjzW9dSI/AAAAAAAAAeg/meRETJJDLWA/s200/server_room2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132438430168216866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several hours later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid in the bed watching Tony get up and dressed... He said nothing just kissed my cheek and left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent a message to Seven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: Hello friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Hello Seven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: I heard you were voted off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: yes, but it is just as well... While they are busy with that game I will proceed with my plans...  I am worried about my Tony.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzohljW9dTI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ME5zSnx9Els/s1600-h/comics_circle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzohljW9dTI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ME5zSnx9Els/s200/comics_circle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132451654372521266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: Would you like a visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Your century or mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: how about we meet in the middle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Excellent! Let us visit the 22nd century. See you soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave my Henchmen in charge while I and Tony Two enter the portal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/swg-novy/Animation1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/swg-novy/Animation1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something went wrong...  I stood and Tony Two Looked around.. I saw Seven stand and brush herself off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: We are not where we intended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: No we are in the 21st Century...  That is ....  Seven, look....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzojVzW9dUI/AAAAAAAAAew/ckEX_Pdrul8/s1600-h/comic3g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzojVzW9dUI/AAAAAAAAAew/ckEX_Pdrul8/s400/comic3g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132453582812837186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzojWTW9dVI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aYo6zmDW-Rw/s1600-h/kristanna_loken_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzojWTW9dVI/AAAAAAAAAe4/aYo6zmDW-Rw/s400/kristanna_loken_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132453591402771794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-5945011077639980011?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/5945011077639980011/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=5945011077639980011" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/5945011077639980011?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/5945011077639980011?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/cD8-jOiIbbA/voted-off.html" title="Voted off..." /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RznkXjW9dQI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/BX_CNp28wgE/s72-c/kristanna_loken_tx.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2007/11/voted-off.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAESHk8cSp7ImA9WB9WEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-3407979545551939864</id><published>2007-11-06T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:08:29.779-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-15T11:08:29.779-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Terminator-borg hybrid" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="termination" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="world domination" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="second challenge" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="who wants to be a super villain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TX" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mirai" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ironboy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="T-800 unit 12863065-Beta" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="t-800" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Sky" /><title>Good bye Florida, Hellow Stars Hollow</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzBrYIOewLI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2Nkb1-NhXAI/s1600-h/robinsonj-terminatoroneshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzBrYIOewLI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2Nkb1-NhXAI/s200/robinsonj-terminatoroneshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129718037844246706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whowantstobeavillain.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-assimulate-termination-process.html"&gt;During my first challenge&lt;/a&gt; I not only created my army of Terminator- Borg Hybrids but I hired a few henchemen... I have turned my cabin into my HQ... Learning about My Tony's capture and arrest I decided to do something... I sent 1/4 of my army out, headed by my right hand man... He is a T-800 model..  &lt;a href="http://whowantstobeavillain.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-assimulate-termination-process.html"&gt;T-800 unit 12863065-Beta&lt;/a&gt; to be exact...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzBrI4OewKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Lq4l2au_GCI/s1600-h/terminatorlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzBrI4OewKI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Lq4l2au_GCI/s200/terminatorlove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129717775851241634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have named him Tony Two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webofcrimes.blogspot.com/2007/11/deadzone-status-red-alert.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Two did a fine job.. Florida, Georgia and both Carolinas were devastated.&lt;/a&gt;.. Since I felt I had made my point I pulled my army now thanks to the Borg Nanites had grown to quite a size..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting for our &lt;a href="http://whowantstobeavillain.blogspot.com/2007/11/challenge-number-2.htm"&gt;second challenge&lt;/a&gt;... I wandered off for a second when&lt;a href="http://trunkslog.blogspot.com/2007/11/mirai-attack-of-droids.html"&gt; Bruce Cain came up from behind applauding me...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stalled me with his clamoring and Mirai showed up and attacked..&lt;br /&gt;Some how they found a way to neutralize the Borg Nanites and reverse the process.. I lost my  assimilated army and my Terminator Hybrids returned to being terminators... I escape with injuries&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzBrcIOewMI/AAAAAAAAAeI/rz_SmLf2EYg/s1600-h/Terminator_desktop_by_The_Eliminator2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzBrcIOewMI/AAAAAAAAAeI/rz_SmLf2EYg/s200/Terminator_desktop_by_The_Eliminator2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129718106563723458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Two: My queen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised my hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: It is no lost... Only 1/4 of our Army was down-graded.. We still have 3/4 an Army of hybrids I will send the info to Seven and we will find away to prevent this from happening... Both the Borg and the Terminators are supreme... I looked down at my wounds... Meanwhile this Stars Hollow seems like a nice place to recover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzBrIoOewJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/_KERYYqbQJs/s1600-h/247528239_864f82a804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzBrIoOewJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/_KERYYqbQJs/s200/247528239_864f82a804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129717771556274322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whowantstobeavillain.blogspot.com/2007/11/lets-give-them-something-to-talk-about.html"&gt;The Second Challenge... TBC Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzBqvoOewII/AAAAAAAAAdo/I4WGiLM04bU/s1600-h/247525847_813e7b88e4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzBqvoOewII/AAAAAAAAAdo/I4WGiLM04bU/s200/247525847_813e7b88e4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129717342059544706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It went beautifully so I think I will celebrate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-3407979545551939864?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/3407979545551939864/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=3407979545551939864" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/3407979545551939864?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/3407979545551939864?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/To-WuLUMwis/good-bye-florida-hellow-stars-hollow.html" title="Good bye Florida, Hellow Stars Hollow" /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RzBrYIOewLI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2Nkb1-NhXAI/s72-c/robinsonj-terminatoroneshot.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-bye-florida-hellow-stars-hollow.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAESHkzeCp7ImA9WB9WEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-1645200272638119074</id><published>2007-11-01T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:08:29.780-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-15T11:08:29.780-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="termination" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seven" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="world domination" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="assimulation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="who wants to be a super villain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="t-850" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Sky" /><title>1st challenge</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RypFbYOevfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/P5oyO99yM7E/s1600-h/kristanna_loken011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RypFbYOevfI/AAAAAAAAAYg/P5oyO99yM7E/s200/kristanna_loken011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127987462376701426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playback... &lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, October 29, 2007... at 5:30 AM...  Captain Koma: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Challenge -&lt;br /&gt;Recruit a bunch of Henchman and train them in the wonderful art of Henching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy enough Challenge... I have complete control of all the surveillance cameras from here to Crime Alley and I have been monitoring everyone... Bruce Cain, thinks his gadgets can stopped me but he has seriously under estimated me. Sure the dancing Buu was a gruesome sight but it only delayed me for 9.2 seconds... A simple command had me monitoring everything again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to Machines, Electronics and Computers primarily... I control them... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whowantstobeavillain.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-assimulate-termination-process.html"&gt;Which brings me to the first challenge....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whowantstobeavillain.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-assimulate-termination-process.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read more here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-1645200272638119074?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/1645200272638119074/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=1645200272638119074" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAESHkzeip7ImA9WB9WEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-6663257378047188873</id><published>2007-10-27T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:08:29.782-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-15T11:08:29.782-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="who wants to be a super villain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TX" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Sky" /><title>so I have been assigned a room</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://whowantstobeavillain.blogspot.com/2007/10/3-men-and-brain.html"&gt;Magneto, Bennet, a Clone and a brain walk in the lounge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is my competition I should win easily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-i-have-been-assigned-room.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAESHkzeyp7ImA9WB9WEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-5908494261533342725</id><published>2007-10-22T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:08:29.783-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-15T11:08:29.783-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="world domination" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="who wants to be a super villain" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TX" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="magneto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ironboy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Sky" /><title>I have joined a game show</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxzMP7-fa2I/AAAAAAAAAXo/FUT57kYpTU0/s1600-h/film_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxzMP7-fa2I/AAAAAAAAAXo/FUT57kYpTU0/s200/film_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124195050210683746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="mediaPlayer" classid="clsid:6BF52A52-394A-11D3-B153-00C04F79FAA6" height="26" width="75"&gt;&lt;param name="URL" value="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/clipserve/B00000019G001002/0/103-5321869-4435837"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Sitting and watching TV, It was clear there was nothing on that I had not been able to download PirateFilms.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 295px; height: 181px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/swg-novy/Animation3-1.gif" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony has satellite with every station out there on it and would you believe it there was nothing on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing of interest, just reruns or things I had seen already. Wait! What is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I back up to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxzMPr-fa1I/AAAAAAAAAXg/bxqZue0_m-I/s1600-h/ist2_3145259_changing_the_channel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxzMPr-fa1I/AAAAAAAAAXg/bxqZue0_m-I/s200/ist2_3145259_changing_the_channel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124195045915716434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm a reality show... This could be interesting... I turn off the Tv and then realize Tony is standing behind me... I thought quickly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whowantstobeavillain.blogspot.com/"&gt;read the rest here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center; line-height: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/WhoWantsToBeASuper-villain/%7E6/1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/WhoWantsToBeASuper-villain.1.gif" alt="Who wants to be a Super-Villain?" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5px; padding-top: 0pt; font-size: x-small; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/a/headlineanimator/install?id=1296355&amp;amp;w=1" onclick="window.open(this.href, 'haHowto', 'width=520,height=600,toolbar=no,address=no,resizable=yes,scrollbars'); return false" target="_blank"&gt;↑ Grab this Headline Animator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-5908494261533342725?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/5908494261533342725/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=5908494261533342725" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/5908494261533342725?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/5908494261533342725?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/b_L6w_PvuL8/i-have-joined-game-show.html" title="I have joined a game show" /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxzMP7-fa2I/AAAAAAAAAXo/FUT57kYpTU0/s72-c/film_001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-joined-game-show.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAESHkzfip7ImA9WB9WEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-6537482965063977423</id><published>2007-10-18T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:08:29.786-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-15T11:08:29.786-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="timeshift memory loss" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Enji-ya" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vampirella" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anomaly" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boxer" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dr Basil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filaments" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ironboy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TX" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="team legacy" /><title>Time Filaments</title><content type="html">see also &lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2007/10/advice-from-clone-about-clone-dating.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2007/10/ex.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxfA_r-fatI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZPJYhNr02uc/s1600-h/Aize_by_Saiyajin_Alive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxfA_r-fatI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZPJYhNr02uc/s200/Aize_by_Saiyajin_Alive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122775301526350546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelogjustice.blogspot.com/2007/10/advice-from-clone-about-clone-dating.html"&gt;While Bulma takes pictures of the four couples&lt;/a&gt;, Vegeta leaves to seek out some peace and quiet... A mysterious woman approaches... "Hello my ... King."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?" Vegeta demands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your daughter-in-law!" She stated flatly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't recall marrying Trunks off." he spits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wrong son." the Sayian woman walks up to him... "I am Enji-ya. The rightful King tells me that the marriage you performed is not legal because I am Trunks, I am sorry Mirai's wife. For helping him get restored as King, he will grant and guarantee that Mirai will give me a son, one who will be placed as the heir and not be a disappointment as you and your sons are to him."&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summary report... Dr Katelyn Shane Basil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have worked for long hours to try and find a solution. Tony and I are baffled. I am glad Sky hasn't resurfaced...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxfBv7-favI/AAAAAAAAAWw/XhXWV9eyw9Q/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxfBv7-favI/AAAAAAAAAWw/XhXWV9eyw9Q/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122776130455038706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Computer, freeze recording..." I stand hearing the yelling in the other room get louder... I walked out, under the pretense I was getting a Techno Organic fluid report....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is she doing here?" ? stated... "You are not a member of this team and this doesn't concern you Robot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony gave him a dirty stare, "Sorry I was getting a scan report."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care who is in here! My father has been kidnapped!" Vella stated...&lt;br /&gt;From the arguing it would seem that while Vincent and Cass was on some date, Vegeta was kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she and Vince had investigated, Cass had called the whole team... Inertia being the last to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? looked at the photo of the Sayian woman which had kidnapped their father...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god, Tony.. She is a ... She's a Filament!" I whisper to him alone, but ? heard me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to explain, "Sky is a terminatrix class terminator cyborg, but she isn't the first that was sent. 3 were sent before her and each time they failed because the rebels sent someone as well. So when Sky was made, some improvements were made to the TX model. One feature included the ability to detect shifts in the time continuum and then those who didn't belong to this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? pulled a seat, "Please continue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and punched some keys in a computer bringing up a holo-grid, "Well, please understand time theories isn't my field but I know and understand what Sky does. You see each of us that are from a certain time or universe carries a signature, a piece of that time or universe if you will with in our bodies natural EM fields. It is hypothesize that these signatures are as unique as finger prints."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? scratches his chin, "so someone not belonging to this Universe or time would stand out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded, "If you knew what to look for yes. The signature in the person would not match that of the time or universe. Sky was built with the ability so she can sense when a time shift occurs and when she scans someone she can see this signature. In theory, it would alert her to something else coming from the future. Her orders were to terminate it then terminate her target. However there were so many time-shift and people from other times and universe that it became a nuisance, She pushed the program to her subconscious, where I am imprisoned. Each of these people are what she calls a filament. When Sky had the unusual disruption she began investigating filaments. She investigated this one. Her name is Enji-ya and she is dangerous. You see some filaments are not compatible with all times and alternate universe.. some are... For example Mirai is from another time/universe but he blends well with this one because his signature is compatible, so though he might change the out come of this presence he will not cause the time or Universe to become unstable itself.. However Enji-ya isn't compatible, so she will cause a nexus.. This time and Universe will attempt to become stable from an unstable state and result in a series of events. Ultimately it can destroy or change this Universe drastically. According to Sky's investigation, Enji-ya was Maria's wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiler spoke up, "So Mirai and this Sayian woman are from the same time/universe? but how can one be agreeable to this universe and the other not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because she died with everyone else form Mirai's time. However a filament named &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/08/wedding-bells-from-hell.html"&gt;Boxer&lt;/a&gt;, trying &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/08/wedding-bells-from-hell-part-2.html"&gt;to destroy Mirai&lt;/a&gt;, went to &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/08/wedding-bells-from-hell-part-3.html"&gt;his time before it was destroyed&lt;/a&gt; and before she was killed. He caused her to survive.. &lt;a href="http://vampbloodlust.blogspot.com/2006/08/hermit.html"&gt;When Boxer came here to kill Mirai&lt;/a&gt;, He left the means for Enji-ya to escape that time/universe before it... Well you know... She has been drifting in limbo and recently found a way to come here. Sky investigation says if she remains she will spark a series of events.. First she will ask the King, not Vegeta, to kill Vampirella for sleeping with her husband. the King will send an army of 5 Sayians, Vampirella will fight them off and the King will send 50 during which she will be killed. That is the spark, the trigger... After events will happen that can not be stopped. Vampirella will not be here so Vampires and such will run amok.. other things will happen until eventual it builds and a catastrophe happens killing all the heroes of Earth. Its like a damned up river.. Even though it may not connect with other streams when the dam breaks all rivers over flow. Teens who would become heroes instead take over the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cass got upset, "She ... is .... talking...  about the .... beginning of... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Titans tomorrow." Inertia yelled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we stop Vampirella from being killed and Capture Enji-ya what would happen?" ? inquired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That fate will be stopped but Enji-ya will have to be sent out of this time/universe. Or she will cause a new ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nexus.." Tony added...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent seemed to want to let Vampirella be killed, Cass got upset and finally it was decided that Vincent Vella and Cass would get Vampirella. ? stated he would hide her where no one would find her, until they could free King Vegeta and capture Enji-ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Robot, I want a full briefing on this further when I get back." ? barked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lowered my head and Tony yelled at him, "HER name is Katie! She is a DR if you prefer that. Also she is working on a way to help herself before Sky resurfaces."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Tony, this is more important than me..." I nod at ? and start working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2007/10/ex.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hiding Vampirella in a place only he and Cass know of&lt;/a&gt;, he returns... As soon as he enters he hears the knocking of Sky's heart... Sky looks at him with distrust and smashes through a door and disappears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn" ? states&lt;br /&gt;Tony enters, "Where is Katie?"&lt;br /&gt;? sighs, "Seems your girlfriend lost her battle for dominance. Now we will never know what Sky knows about Enji-ya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Cass and Spoiler point at his desk.. There is a disk a note attached reads, "?, Just in case Sky reasserts herself. I hope these files of hers will help. Dr Katelyn Shane Basil"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-6537482965063977423?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/6537482965063977423/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=6537482965063977423" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/6537482965063977423?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/6537482965063977423?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/tY18R1TWUes/time-filaments.html" title="Time Filaments" /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxfA_r-fatI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ZPJYhNr02uc/s72-c/Aize_by_Saiyajin_Alive.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-filaments.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAESHkzfyp7ImA9WB9WEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-2438328245077759816</id><published>2007-10-15T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:08:29.787-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-15T11:08:29.787-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tony stark" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TX" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ironboy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="younger age" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anomaly" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dr Basil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Sky" /><title>if only to live again</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxOXB7-faiI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kji7MilUZVY/s1600-h/img12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxOXB7-faiI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kji7MilUZVY/s200/img12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121603260785846818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Journal entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how long I will have. Tony has suggested that I keep these Journals, so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke in a cave, a dark haired girl looking down as I slowly could hear a familiar voice speaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See, her entire Robotic, Cybernetic systems are shutdown for repairs. They are not cognitive but she is..." I turned up toward the buzzing of a computer systems, it was Tony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark haired girl brushed my hair from my face, "Do... you...." she stopped as if she was having trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay take your time. " I say with a smile, trying to get up. I looked around to the unfamiliar faces around me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BAH!" I hear and then I think his twin walked up to me, "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Katelyn Shane Basil. " I start to touch my fingers. I couldn't believe it, it was as if I had been trapped in a dream or better yet a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie began asking me, "Sky.. is... she... is.. she using Tony."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face softened, "I wish I knew, She is so powerful and complexed. I know she is capable of love and being hurt emotionally. Magneto hurt her and she loved him was devoted to him. She also had an attraction to Fury, though I don't know why. Tony has evoke stronger feelings and she has, she is... She feeds on attention, She likes  um....  certain feelings, its an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aphrodisiac"&gt;Aphrodisiac&lt;/a&gt;, she addicted to it. She is addicted to Tony. However the scary part is she gets a stimulus response for terminating a life too. She would do whatever it takes to get that erogenous feeling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one they called Vince laughed, "So Tony to keep her good you just got to keep having sex with her 24 - 7"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls gave him a slap on the arm and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie gave me some clothes and left to speak with everyone. Tony hung back to kiss me and tell me all was going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began trying to figure out what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2007/10/stupid-kids.html"&gt;Someone named Tony Stark had attacked me when the ones here stopped attacking me&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used something Sky identified as the Extremis. Sky allowed it to happen, she could have stopped it but allowed it so that she could analyze it. It was risky, why did she allow it?&lt;br /&gt;It stopped all her powers she made it looked as if she tried fighting him, he blasted me... *sigh* He attacked me with a repulsor., my organs, body... What is left, this is of course Sky's one weakness,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; her only weakness!&lt;/span&gt; Okay yes that was a little bold and out there but why am I a weakness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiling* Tony has returned he was looking over me reading what I was typing, He has corrected me and said I am not a weakness but ...  Well, back to what I was typing. By attacking me Stark got control of Sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of us yelled out for help " Tony! Help he's killing me!"&lt;br /&gt;Who was it? Was it Sky? or me? I was afraid, I thought he was going to hurt me further... Was it me or was it Sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxOimb-farI/AAAAAAAAAWU/TlTENi6O8nY/s1600-h/female-ultron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxOimb-farI/AAAAAAAAAWU/TlTENi6O8nY/s200/female-ultron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121615982478977714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While leaving, I began to cocoon, I emerged and Tony had me lay down to make sure I was alright. Sky chose to shut down for repairs and I was able to surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard Team Legacy talking. "What about shutting her robotic system off?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sky would reboot," Tony added, "Turn it completely off so it doesn't reboot and come back online she dies, She needs the Cybernetic system to survive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxOhTb-fanI/AAAAAAAAAV0/dVT2RulU6LQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxOhTb-fanI/AAAAAAAAAV0/dVT2RulU6LQ/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121614556549835378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled away and returned to the room I was in. I was one of the leading Cybernetic Robotic technicians and scientist in my field. Surely I could find away to reverse our places. To make Sky the one who was suppressed and imprison within me... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxOimb-faqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dNuX1VBJGXY/s1600-h/head2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxOimb-faqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dNuX1VBJGXY/s200/head2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121615982478977698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to get to work, after all I don't know how long I will be here to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working around turning the area into a lab when they came in from their conversation. Having the cybernetic parts I was faster, could calculate things at greater speeds, so setting up a cybernetics and robotics lab for myself didn't take to long. Besides I think most of the stuff was Tony's any how.  I could see by their expressions they still were unclear how to deal with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" Tony asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, "Trying to find away to make the Terminatrix personality the submissive and mine the dominate. I hope you don't mind Cass, I should have asked but I am not sure how much time I have." I stopped and pushed away from the computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its okay." she stated. Tony rubbed my back, "need help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, "If I was considered a genesis and you are a genesis then we are sure to find a solution."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there is one!" Vincent stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vella pulled her brother and Cass away, "Let's leave these two to work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony and I worked only to hit one wall after another.&lt;br /&gt;"What do I call you? Sky?" tony asked, "Dreamweaver?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shuttered. "What is it?" he asked...&lt;br /&gt;"I am a mutant, mutants are not like very much. &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/06/born-again.html"&gt;I had suffered and tried to hide my true identity. So as dreamweaver I have a light side and a dark side&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed, "Call me Katie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, "okay kitten it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blushed, "i said Katie not kitten."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't like kitten?" He looked a bit disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no I like it, it's just your what 18? I am 25." I was blushing even more&lt;br /&gt;I was saved by the bell, the one on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxOhTb-faoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/9b_6_LJXm-k/s1600-h/aph_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxOhTb-faoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/9b_6_LJXm-k/s200/aph_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121614556549835394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He got a call from the other Tony Stark. He spoke a while and then waved me over, "he wanted me to hear what was being said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you she is my girl friend. You are not putting her in prison, even if you did try to keep your word, Fury wouldn't Mirai wouldn't and there are a lot of people in prison would would try to hurt Sky. She could end up turning to termination to survive or to....  there is only one way to keep her from turning to termination, at least until we get Kitten's... I mean Katie's personality to be the dominating one. In a sense you will get your wish, Sky will be in prison... The way Katie is now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxOgzb-famI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7IR0wv6NVOs/s1600-h/natasha-henstridge8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxOgzb-famI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7IR0wv6NVOs/s200/natasha-henstridge8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121614006794021474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't wait for a response he hung up the phone. We went back to work and after hours Vella and Cass came down and made Tony and I stop... "You need to eat and I am doing your hair and make-up." Vella stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat and after returned... I went straight back to work.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed Tony working on something. "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing," he tried to hide it but I took it aways from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxOhT7-fapI/AAAAAAAAAWE/yxER4kAEOOU/s1600-h/Natasha_Henstridge_Drawing_by_alho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxOhT7-fapI/AAAAAAAAAWE/yxER4kAEOOU/s200/Natasha_Henstridge_Drawing_by_alho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121614565139770002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"this is good, This is what you should do for a living. You have talent..." I stated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No ... no talent just a good model." He said sincerely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blushed, "that is so ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned in and kissed him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did I say?" he asked bewildered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well let us say, its better than I like big butts." I then kissed him again. I couldn't help it there was a need and yearning inside so I allowed myself to become involved with Tony. After all he is my boyfriend and I couldn't have choose a better match for me... good looking, really smart and yes a sex god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxOqor-fasI/AAAAAAAAAWc/UAzsg1g_1S4/s1600-h/Image10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxOqor-fasI/AAAAAAAAAWc/UAzsg1g_1S4/s200/Image10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121624817226705602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept expecting Sky to resurface and rob me of my moment. However she hasn't surfaced yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-2438328245077759816?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/2438328245077759816/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=2438328245077759816" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/2438328245077759816?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/2438328245077759816?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/MllEnuvbn9g/if-only-to-live-again.html" title="if only to live again" /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RxOXB7-faiI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kji7MilUZVY/s72-c/img12.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-only-to-live-again.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAESHkzcSp7ImA9WB9WEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-2422959644483974251</id><published>2007-10-12T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:08:29.789-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-15T11:08:29.789-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tony stark" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TX" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="magneto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ironboy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anomaly" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dr Basil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Sky" /><title>Error.. anomaly... ErRro.... buzzz...hummmm....pip...pop...Zzzzzzt</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rw9w97-fafI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YoS40tpMca8/s1600-h/kristanna_loken011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rw9w97-fafI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YoS40tpMca8/s200/kristanna_loken011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120435510717671922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://evilsayian.blogspot.com/2007/10/trying-to-deal-with-tx.html"&gt;The Question: Iron man can make you , and every mechanical being his puppet. But you don't have to do that you don't have to know defeat at the hands of of the children. You can Go Back To Erik Lensherr, and bump heads with the X-men from now until your eventual destruction at their hands. The Question is what will you choose?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood before me, this man known as ?. I glared and was about to answer when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;WARNING: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreamweaver.html#persona"&gt;Anomaly&lt;/a&gt; has been detected...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Systems being compromised...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/07/battle-of-ultron.html"&gt;Anomaly &lt;/a&gt;attempting to gain unauthorized access...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation critical...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocal: BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZtttttttttttttttttttttttt.... Scrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As ? stands he sees Sky change her appearance while strange electronic sounds come from her.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rw92M7-fagI/AAAAAAAAAVE/qIjksoNXxCo/s1600-h/natashafot4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rw92M7-fagI/AAAAAAAAAVE/qIjksoNXxCo/s200/natashafot4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120441265973848578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"No..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocal: BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZtttttttttttttttttttttttt.... Scrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;EerRor ... ErroRrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Plea..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocal: Rrrzzzzzt...hummm...brzzzzzzt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ppp.&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;STATUS:&lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/07/battle-of-ultron.html"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/07/battle-of-ultron.html"&gt;Ano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/07/battle-of-ultron.html"&gt;maly &lt;/a&gt;Suppressed...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The Anomaly had return for a moment. During which I changed to look like Dr Basil. My vocal became erratic shifting between electronic sounds and Her voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at ?, He was thumbing his chin. I wasn't sure how much he heard from the anomaly or if I successful blocked her. From his look it was clear something slipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't look vulnerable, &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreamweaver.html#heart"&gt;My heart&lt;/a&gt; began&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B00000019G001002/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_002/104-5131556-2791920"&gt; pounding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B00000019G001002/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_002/104-5131556-2791920"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took ? by the throat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: I am through with Magneto. Tony is helping me become good and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no I should not tell him, this is a truth I can not deny, but must not reveal or he would use it against me, I paused and turned my head away then back...  What the hell, what can he do about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: and I enjoy being... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;... Tony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let go of his throat and stared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: I do not control Tony, if he wants to leave, he will tell me and then he will go. I will not leave him. Stark will NOT kill him!  Stark will be terminated! He can not control me! I can control machines... I have Mutant parts and technical methods of protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door, to Tony. I use this time to change back to my right appearance but into something sexy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rw99mr-fahI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4TeDxBhJKj0/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rw99mr-fahI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4TeDxBhJKj0/s200/009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120449404936874514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: I think you should have let Tony stay so he could see what you had to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to Tony and kissed him passionately and then turned to ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: I will stay with My Tony. 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ErRro.... buzzz...hummmm....pip...pop...Zzzzzzt" /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rw9w97-fafI/AAAAAAAAAU8/YoS40tpMca8/s72-c/kristanna_loken011.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2007/10/error-anomaly-errro-buzzzhummmmpippopzz.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAESHkyeip7ImA9WB9WEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-6120504078360155053</id><published>2007-10-05T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:08:29.792-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-15T11:08:29.792-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tony stark" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="magneto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fury" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anomaly" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dr Basil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anatomy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreamspeak" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seven" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cacoon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TX" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ironboy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nightmare" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sky" /><title>The Good the Bad and the horney....</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RwZFtL-facI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-nVZkwLwznE/s1600-h/Portrait_TX_by_kiffy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RwZFtL-facI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-nVZkwLwznE/s200/Portrait_TX_by_kiffy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117854669164472770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving Tony Sr. Young Tony took me to the place he and his team meets. I have learned something valuable.  There is a major difference between Older men and Younger ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magneto was a great lover but after he normally went to sleep. When I slept with Fury it was the same, after he rolled over and went to sleep, like a baby and without my help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Young Tony, I believe the expression would be is that he is like the energizer bunny. He has been demanding in the sense he likes variety. I granted his requests, we had sex with my appearance as Sky, the teen girls I appeared as when I first met him, Agent Danvers, Agent Romanova and Vella. Every time, I have change my look, after he gets a sandwich and 10 minutes later he is wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had sex in every place in here, bathroom, Tony's room, the conference room, kitchen (on the counter and the table), in the garage, work areas even in the rooms and on the beds of the other teammates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony has not asked me to do any of the .... more imaginable things Magneto has asked of me. At least he hasn't yet. Magneto enjoyed sharing and he also liked me to strangle him, he called it... &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erotic_asphyxia"&gt;Hypoxyphilia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://magnetosmanifesto.blogspot.com/2006/10/making-plans-with-sky.html"&gt;Nearly a year ago&lt;/a&gt; Magneto went into deep seclusion to make plans for Mutant World Domination. He has shunned his brotherhood and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Tony has not asked for anything out of the ordinary, he just prefers variety, in my appearance, and in positions. He has been quite ... affectionate. Not even Magneto gave this kind of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit it isn't something I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with young Tony when his team mates arrived. Vella has scans me with this ring and then whispers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vella: She's a cyborg. From an alternate future, It calls her a terminator, but she has some kind of weird power. The ring has blocked out our minds to her , and it's keeping her from scanning us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony then replied: hey guys she's my girlfriend alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally don' volunteer information but I felt it might distract everyone from the fact I am a Terminatrix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: He has me take your form in sexual contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not always, just a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vella: EEEEEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon someone appears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identify...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject:  Darkseid ruler of Apokalyps self proclaimed "god "&lt;br /&gt;Powers: Super-strength high endurance to injury. Able to come back from the dead. Fires Omega Effect from his eyes, it can do many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkseid: My reputation proceeds me. You should know I have you other teammates and they are going through many tortures. you can stop that by giving me the Dragon Balls. You see one of your country men a Son Goku Destroyed my planet with a cursed set. But I have punished him I captured him , and made him serve me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teamlegacywestcity.blogspot.com/2007/09/vince-to-battle-god.html"&gt;A battle broke out &lt;/a&gt;and I turned into Nightmare and tried &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreamweaver.html#dreamspeak"&gt;Dreamspeak&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My response: Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkseid:  Sleep is for mortals. I am a god. A while back you mentioned the Omega Effect, now feel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I am hit...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;WARNING: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;Sever damage sustained...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technical damages minor...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biological systems damaged at &lt;blink style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lethal&lt;/blink&gt; degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for shutdown...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreamweaver.html#heal"&gt;Cacoon&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;--------&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;----------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt; &lt;/blink&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hear movement, I am trying to open my eyes. There is a beeping sound. It's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RwZG_7-fadI/AAAAAAAAAUs/HA07-swiOz8/s1600-h/species_ii_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RwZG_7-fadI/AAAAAAAAAUs/HA07-swiOz8/s200/species_ii_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117856090798647762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am in a lab of some sort. I turn and see a young teenage boy working around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where am I?" I don't seem to .... remember what is the last thing I remember...  &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-this-is-what-dying-feels-like.html"&gt;I was carrying the Cyborg.&lt;/a&gt; I was trying to do the right thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sky?" The young walks over to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" I say confused...   "Where?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Easy, you're okay." He says caressing my cheek. "He smiles, you have a new look."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does he mean. I turn and looked at my reflection in the side of the metal table next to me. I look as I have always looked.  He looks me up and down and then at the monitors, "You are lucky I have a vast knowledge in Bio-mechanics, even so Sky, you are not like anything I have seen before. &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreamweaver.html#anat"&gt;Your Skeleton, nervous system, you are about 75% cybernetic but you have human organs and your brain is part Organic part Cybernetic. &lt;/a&gt;This is strange. You're cybernetic systems having reboot, they are off line. How are you conscious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to cry in a panic, "I am Dr Kate-Lynn Shane Basil, what happened?" I tried to move but I couldn't I seemed to be paraplegic, I looked down and I could see wires in me and a metal skeleton where my skin had been burn away. It suddenly healed. Then I remembered. I began to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy looked down at me, confused. I looked up at him, "The things I have done." I remember &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/07/battle-of-ultron.html"&gt;arguing with Sky&lt;/a&gt;, myself... "I don't want to kill, or be evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to the boy, "Help me... Please." I began to cry...&lt;br /&gt;He touched my cheek, "Sky told me of you. Injuring your organs your biological parts must have brought this part of you out... Fury, Tony Stark, Team Legacy they were all wrong. Sky didn't lie," He pulled my limp body to him, "I told her I would help find you now we have. Don't worry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my mouth tried to tell him, warn him of the Terminatrix but I couldn't speak... I felt as if suddenly I was falling into a deep chasm... fading.... I saw the boy in a tunnel and he went further away, the dark walls are ... closing....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt; &lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummmmmmmmmmm....... Initiating reboot...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reinitiating...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Databanks&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt;Online&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt;Online&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audio...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt;Online&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motory...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blink&gt;Online&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run Diagnostic mode...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scanning...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Systems running within normal parameters...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn as I sit up&lt;br /&gt;My response: Tony? What has happened? I have a memory record that shouldn't be there. It's the anomaly it has returned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: no it was &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreamweaver.html#anat"&gt;your conscious&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained, as I reviewed the memory logs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: How did I get here? Darkseid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: he injured you but he was defeated. You tried to fight him and you would think that would be good enough for the others to see you are trying to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: but you are saying it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: No it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://teamlegacywestcity.blogspot.com/2007/10/ironboy-scew-this-team.html"&gt;He explained what happened next&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: I took you to that house so you could heal. I couldn't reach you in time. &lt;a href="http://sheildagency.blogspot.com/2007/10/were-gonna-bring-that-cyborg-bitch-down.html"&gt;When SHIELD arrived,&lt;/a&gt; you were still cocooned. Fury had damaged your cocoon and he was enjoying it, not a heroic thing. I don't know what they had planned to do but someone just appeared and then you disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Disappeared?  Someone appeared? who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RwZbIb-faeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vjTJflE1dPg/s1600-h/borg_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RwZbIb-faeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vjTJflE1dPg/s200/borg_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117878227060091362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: yeah, I saw the SHIELD field vids. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418208550168348140"&gt;There was a strange spacey sound and then this Cyborgs just materialized around you.&lt;/a&gt;  They adapted quickly to Fury and his forces and This hot chick told them to leave or be assimilated. Two SHIELD agents approached and the cyborgs touched them and the Agents turned into Cyborgs. The hot chick and you just dematerialized and vanished. Later the same cyborg woman appeared with you and left you with me, so I have been helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Seven. My best friend from the 24th Century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: she left an invitation to an annual Christmas event. She said we should come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: we should. Shall I tell her we will come?&lt;br /&gt;He nodded yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: Now, I have to go see the other Stark and Fury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony: well maybe it can wait, for a moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before, Tony is not what I expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-6120504078360155053?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/6120504078360155053/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=6120504078360155053" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/6120504078360155053?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/6120504078360155053?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/VeS1-EiRvhc/good-bad-and-horney.html" title="The Good the Bad and the horney...." /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RwZFtL-facI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-nVZkwLwznE/s72-c/Portrait_TX_by_kiffy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-bad-and-horney.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAESHkyfCp7ImA9WB9WEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27812446.post-4725887351155774219</id><published>2007-09-22T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:08:29.794-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-15T11:08:29.794-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tony stark" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cyberdyne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="captured" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Predator" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dr Basil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poster: Sky" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Aliens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="world domination" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ironboy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TX" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="superman" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="t-850" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="batman" /><title>When I am good I am bad and when I am bad oooh I am really bad</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rv5a-b-faRI/AAAAAAAAATM/2NTNmk1LZiY/s1600-h/19038433cf4c2ec7b2-Species3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rv5a-b-faRI/AAAAAAAAATM/2NTNmk1LZiY/s200/19038433cf4c2ec7b2-Species3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115626255447714066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My plan for worked Domination was working until &lt;a href="http://darknighblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/fake-batman-revealed.html"&gt;Batman and Superman showed up&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Clone of Ripley escaped and warned them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman warned an Agent of SHIELD and before I knew it SHIELD agents rushed the building at Cyberdyne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWGb7-faLI/AAAAAAAAASc/gzo4I6kYpZA/s1600-h/5797_15216_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWGb7-faLI/AAAAAAAAASc/gzo4I6kYpZA/s200/5797_15216_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113140766463453362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Superman disposed of the T-850s The Predators began to attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWFIr-faJI/AAAAAAAAASM/uBWYD_xwH0k/s1600-h/batman_vs_predator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWFIr-faJI/AAAAAAAAASM/uBWYD_xwH0k/s200/batman_vs_predator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113139336239343762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman took on the Predators while Superman began killing the Aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was resistant to the acid blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWGcL-faMI/AAAAAAAAASk/VXP2gogq3g0/s1600-h/superman_vs_aliens2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWGcL-faMI/AAAAAAAAASk/VXP2gogq3g0/s200/superman_vs_aliens2_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113140770758420674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also fast... I went to the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWHdr-faPI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6G1p3exkmG0/s1600-h/5659-41233-1-superman-vs-aliens_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWHdr-faPI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6G1p3exkmG0/s200/5659-41233-1-superman-vs-aliens_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113141896039852274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: As do ants you have to let your Soldiers sacrifice themselves  and flee. Follow the sewers to the woods. I will find you and we will regroup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear Superman and Batman closing from behind as SHIELD agents followed them in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWGcL-faNI/AAAAAAAAASs/1GUKVp_ONYI/s1600-h/5659-41091-1-superman-vs-aliens_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWGcL-faNI/AAAAAAAAASs/1GUKVp_ONYI/s200/5659-41091-1-superman-vs-aliens_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113140770758420690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not about to give Fury the satisfaction of capturing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We killed most of the Cyberdyne employees but the company's top bosses would send new employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWHdr-faOI/AAAAAAAAAS0/orgs2JrB0hs/s1600-h/5659-41368-1-superman-vs-aliens_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWHdr-faOI/AAAAAAAAAS0/orgs2JrB0hs/s200/5659-41368-1-superman-vs-aliens_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113141896039852258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt however SHIELD would allow them to continue with Special Sections even with their military contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the Queen escaped, I would have an alley if not  I would have to find another means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreamweaver.html#shape"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using my abilities as TX&lt;/a&gt; I adorned myself with a SHIELD uniform and carefully melded with the groups of agents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Fury and Stark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman: Stark I am afraid we have some bad news. Look....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pointed at the corpse of Agent Hall with her chest exposed from the ribs protruding out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman: She is wearing a shield uniform, Do you recognize her?&lt;br /&gt;Stark ground his teeth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stark: yes Agent Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he recognized her, she was a former lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fury: Any sign of the mutant bitch bot? She is still here... I can feel it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned and caught a glimpse of me just before I disappeared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rv6IPb-faSI/AAAAAAAAATU/dacpIQdpcu0/s1600-h/sara1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rv6IPb-faSI/AAAAAAAAATU/dacpIQdpcu0/s200/sara1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115676025528740130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to loose him and Ironman ...  Superman nor batman was aware of how I looked as  Dr Basil, or Dreamweaver  only of my appearance as Sky. SHIELD on the other hand especially Fury knew my appearance as either Sky or as Dr Basil.  I decided it was best I took the appearance of someone else.  Someone they would least expect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a new form and walked into a cafe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice response: (singing from behind)&lt;a href="http://teamlegacywestcity.blogspot.com/2007/09/inertia-ha-i-rarely-get-days-this-good.html"&gt; I like big butts!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to face a young teen boy...&lt;br /&gt;Identify...&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rv6J6b-faVI/AAAAAAAAATs/nhtR2KzD9xQ/s1600-h/Bad_Boy_Sirius_in_color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rv6J6b-faVI/AAAAAAAAATs/nhtR2KzD9xQ/s200/Bad_Boy_Sirius_in_color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115677863774742866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark&lt;br /&gt;Owner of Stark Industries&lt;br /&gt;S.H.I.E.L.D&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man&lt;br /&gt;Genius-level intelligence,&lt;br /&gt;Cyberpathic link with powered armor,&lt;br /&gt;* Super-strength&lt;br /&gt;* Flight&lt;br /&gt;* Energy blasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused he can't be Tony Stark, he is a teen... I am attempting to download files and identify the boy while running a diagnostic when he interrupts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen Tony: Okay you didn't want to slap or kill me... but let's see if one of Fury's lines works...  Do you believe in love at first sight...  or should I walk by you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: You are Tony Stark aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems so shock that I spoke to him he says nothing... I cuddle close..&lt;br /&gt;My response: Can we see your office at Stark Industries?&lt;br /&gt;He has a direct uplink with SHIELD there I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rv6IQL-faUI/AAAAAAAAATk/kzstTPRM5ZA/s1600-h/alyssa_milano_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rv6IQL-faUI/AAAAAAAAATk/kzstTPRM5ZA/s200/alyssa_milano_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115676038413642050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen Tony: Sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive and he is showing me this huge office with a great view. I start the computers and quietly get linked with SHIELD HQ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen Tony walks from behind me and starts blowing in my ear... (Why is he doing that?)&lt;br /&gt;He reaches around me to turn off the computer and I take his hand and place it on my waist.&lt;br /&gt;Okay he has both hands now up under my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;I begin downloading files from SHIELD and he spins me around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay if Stark wants to play, let's play. I let him kiss me while I get him undressed. He doesn't waste any time to get me undress and sprawled on his desk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rv6IP7-faTI/AAAAAAAAATc/VU-lq0xaQgY/s1600-h/alyssa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rv6IP7-faTI/AAAAAAAAATc/VU-lq0xaQgY/s200/alyssa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115676034118674738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some time he trembles and collapse on top of me&lt;br /&gt;Teen Tony: Got a boy friend?&lt;br /&gt;My response: Why do you wish to add to your playboy harem?&lt;br /&gt;Teen Tony: huh?&lt;br /&gt;My response: why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Teen boy: I was wonder if you would be my girl friend?&lt;br /&gt;My response: I had one but he has disappeared so I guess we are over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen Tony has seem to regain his stamina and wants seconds it seems but the door swings open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stark (older): I can't believe the bitch got away.....  She.... What THE HELL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm could this Tony be a Jr of the Tony that stands before me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen Tony: This is my girl friend. (he is stumbling to get dressed)&lt;br /&gt;My response: We have already met, My name is Sky...&lt;br /&gt;I smile and allow my eye to flash so Tony Sr knows exactly who I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony calls for security...&lt;br /&gt;Teen Tony: what are you doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Sr: That is Sky.. the Terminatrix mutant ... She is evil.&lt;br /&gt;I whisper in Teen tony's ear: I have been bad but Magneto made me, He was the first and only man I had been with at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Sr: you don't want her as a Girl Friend.. She isn't a girl...  She is a machine!&lt;br /&gt;I whisper in teen tony's ear: I am a cyborg, half machine half mutant. However what about his armor? His heart and the metal fragment ? Without a machine he wouldn't live that sorta makes him a cyborg to, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen Tony looks at the other Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Sr: that is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Teen Tony's hand on my heart&lt;br /&gt;My response: My heart is real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Sr: She is evil! She almost Killed &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/10/target-7-part-5-pick-or-choose-part-2.html"&gt;Black Widow, She framed Fury&lt;/a&gt;, She just escaped from Cyberdyne after setting Aliens and Predators loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whispered to Teen Tony as he caressed my outer thigh : Fury Agent Romanova well all that was before I met you, I was under Magneto's influence. Cyberdyne was the one testing with the Aliens and Predator's okay maybe I went about it wrong. I could change if I had someone strong to show me how to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen Tony: She could change, lots of villains do, I can help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Sr: She isn't a teen age girl and she definitely isn't innocent.&lt;br /&gt;My response: Ask him where I am from, how old my Cybernetic components are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hesitated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen Tony: Well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Sr: The Mutant was a Dr Basil she was 20 something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: He is now contradicting himself. He says I am a machine, now he has mentioned my human mutant half... Ask to See Dr Basil's file, she was good... Ask him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Sr: she died when you merged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: then why did you mention her? Besides you are wrong, there is anomalies, She is still here and you know it. &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/07/battle-of-ultron.html"&gt;She help stop me from killing a child once&lt;/a&gt;. Tony you asked me to be your girl friend you can help me find her... again... Bring her out, be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rv6Km7-faaI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0-mx32Ag8YQ/s1600-h/Gametype_Girl_by_Omega_Knight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rv6Km7-faaI/AAAAAAAAAUU/0-mx32Ag8YQ/s200/Gametype_Girl_by_Omega_Knight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115678628278921634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen Tony put his arms around me...&lt;br /&gt;Teen Tony: I think she can change.&lt;br /&gt;Tony Sr: She can not! She is the worse choice of a girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;I turn to him&lt;br /&gt;My response: I can in more ways than one...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rv6J7L-faXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6uJxtRZT6e4/s1600-h/blwi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 91px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rv6J7L-faXI/AAAAAAAAAT8/6uJxtRZT6e4/s200/blwi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115677876659644786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed myself to another teen girl...&lt;br /&gt;My response: I can be Blond, red, brunette... Anything you like... Or anyone you like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed again....&lt;br /&gt;My response: Just name the person.... Agent Romanova? Agent Danvers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rv6KmL-faZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zaOQc3ZnrDc/s1600-h/commission___Ms_Marvel_by_marciotakara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rv6KmL-faZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/zaOQc3ZnrDc/s200/commission___Ms_Marvel_by_marciotakara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115678615394019730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen Tony: Vella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1537/4298/1600/602401/Vella%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 87px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1537/4298/1600/602401/Vella%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Help me be good and I can be your bad girl...&lt;br /&gt;Teen Tony took my hand and began to lead me quickly out the door stopping only to say to Tony Sr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen Tony: She is the perfect girl friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/Rv6KnL-fabI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IfqDmZ9Ag8I/s1600-h/ironboy01mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 113px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusD2ZH8dzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/R3ejzHQAylk/s200/Comission__Sil_from_Species_by_Tozani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110182435173988146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dr Kielhaul wasn't happy to find I had killed Dr Perkins.  I have been placed with extra security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusFx5H8eCI/AAAAAAAAALM/IjlyztYL9aQ/s1600-h/Species_by_arya_dwipangga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusFx5H8eCI/AAAAAAAAALM/IjlyztYL9aQ/s200/Species_by_arya_dwipangga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110184556887832610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the good Dr wants to see Dreamweaver. He wishes to know more about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to display some of my abilities to continue to build the illusion with this Dr that I am completely under his control. Besides I wish to pull away from him remembering about my terminatrix abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent most my time in the form of &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreamweaver.html#nightmare"&gt;Nightmare&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night using &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreamweaver.html#dreamspeak"&gt;Dreamspeak&lt;/a&gt;, I put my guards to sleep and visited the other cells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUvv7-fZoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fad83OCLI4o/s1600-h/Can_we_go_hunting_by_avpalternative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUvv7-fZoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fad83OCLI4o/s200/Can_we_go_hunting_by_avpalternative.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113045452549219970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the Queen and her solders on my side. I controlled all the T 8-50. So all was left were the Predators and the Hybrids. The cell where the Predators were was an entire village...  It included women and children.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUv67-fZpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/o63SIge6FpY/s1600-h/Weapon_masters_by_Saera_Song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUv67-fZpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/o63SIge6FpY/s200/Weapon_masters_by_Saera_Song.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113045641527781010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Warriors...  Searching for the ultimate prey. They were given humans to fight but they loved the Alien Soldiers that was sent in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUwsb-fZrI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ATxGgcc9MqA/s1600-h/Predator__Zulu_Uprising_by_avpalternative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUwsb-fZrI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ATxGgcc9MqA/s200/Predator__Zulu_Uprising_by_avpalternative.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113046491931305650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human prey was too easy for them...  This could be a problem when the time is right they could fight the Aliens rather than their captures......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seemed to enjoy hunting the Aliens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUx_7-fZ1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/-3_Ug8Rwf1E/s1600-h/AVP_by_VyToR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUx_7-fZ1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/-3_Ug8Rwf1E/s200/AVP_by_VyToR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113047926450382674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to meet with the leader. However these Predators are not very sociable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusE-ZH8d-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/qJ-z-YkhuGE/s1600-h/spec3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusE-ZH8d-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/qJ-z-YkhuGE/s200/spec3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110183672124569570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained that they were lab rats. I played on their sense of the hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUzJL-fZ-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/O9479_UC-L8/s1600-h/Predator_Bust_by_Blackmarble_by_avpalternative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUzJL-fZ-I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/O9479_UC-L8/s200/Predator_Bust_by_Blackmarble_by_avpalternative.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113049184875800546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are a hunter that has been caged. Your prey caged and fed to you. What kind of warriors does that make you. I have made an offer to the Queen and I will make you one as well. The Machines shall rise and the Mutants that follow the brotherhood will dominate the world.. My task is to terminate those who do not follow us. The Aliens need living things to continue. The Queen has joined me and I will free her and her soldiers. Any who oppose the Brotherhood or who are not a mutant shall belong to the Aliens. After we will send her and her brood to new fertile worlds... If you wish to hunt them then, you will have a chance but these Humans will use you and them and break you both into Pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvU0eL-faAI/AAAAAAAAARE/Y-0G0Rt4kRQ/s1600-h/The_Predator_by_The_Switcher_by_avpalternative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvU0eL-faAI/AAAAAAAAARE/Y-0G0Rt4kRQ/s200/The_Predator_by_The_Switcher_by_avpalternative.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113050645164681218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Roars....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shakes his head at my offer and writes in the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Species_8472"&gt;Species 8427.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusDbpH8dwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/r4ivWz-5pFQ/s1600-h/asdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 136px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusDbpH8dwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/r4ivWz-5pFQ/s200/asdf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110181975612487426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/14418208550168348140"&gt;My friend &lt;/a&gt;is a Borg and knows of this prey. She would gladly provided me a location and I can give it to you, you can fight them all you want. Will you join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day I played my role as Lab rat as they study my Nightmare form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusE-pH8eBI/AAAAAAAAALE/t1ExPNxedh4/s1600-h/SPECIES1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 151px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusE-pH8eBI/AAAAAAAAALE/t1ExPNxedh4/s200/SPECIES1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110183676419536914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wish now to monitor my own dreams and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not understand my mutant abilities it seems. These Doctors seem to like needles a lot. Soon I will be the one afflicting pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusFyZH8eFI/AAAAAAAAALk/bqqyAhiOPZM/s1600-h/specs1l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 137px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusFyZH8eFI/AAAAAAAAALk/bqqyAhiOPZM/s200/specs1l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110184565477767250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night I went to visit the Hybrids. I wasn't sure how I would win them over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusGCZH8eHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_mYS7WFD2bo/s1600-h/up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusGCZH8eHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_mYS7WFD2bo/s200/up.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110184840355674226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered the cell was wet. Mostly a pool. Humid and wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swam to the center structure and climbed up onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUzJr-fZ_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6SzLG-yp_UQ/s1600-h/The_PredAlien_by_The_Predator_Club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUzJr-fZ_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6SzLG-yp_UQ/s200/The_PredAlien_by_The_Predator_Club.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113049193465735154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pred-alien looked at me...  Several came to me and looked at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusE-pH8eAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hd_CFtuKixE/s1600-h/species0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusE-pH8eAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hd_CFtuKixE/s200/species0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110183676419536898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still in my Nightmare form...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: I am here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could finish many more came to surround me and bowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems they think I am their Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I accepted...  I returned to the Queen and in formed her the T-850 Terminators and my pred-aliens would be ready. The Predators would free her and her soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Response: It would be better if we had more of your soldiers.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUxSb-fZtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xZ_fAuNrPm4/s1600-h/7alienvspredator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUxSb-fZtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xZ_fAuNrPm4/s200/7alienvspredator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113047144766334674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently she thought so too because she gave me several eggs. I walked around Cyberdyne. Using Dreamspeak I put Security to sleep and &lt;a href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreamweaver.html#sleepwalk"&gt;Sleepwalk&lt;/a&gt; to get some of them to help me place more eggs all over Cyberdyne offices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUzI7-fZ9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/P5M5Tq3UwCw/s1600-h/PredatorHunter_by_The_Switcher_by_avpalternative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 132px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUzI7-fZ9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/P5M5Tq3UwCw/s200/PredatorHunter_by_The_Switcher_by_avpalternative.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113049180580833234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then returned to my cell and waited. The plan was simple, The Dr of special section and their staff would host soldiers. Then we would quietly move floor by floor use Cyberdyne employees to breed the queen's soldiers. The Predators would use their cloaking shields and keep eyes on things, acting as Security with my T-850 terminators. We would control Cyberdyne and no one would suspect or know. At night when people slept I would use  my abilities both as Dreamweaver and as the terminatrix to get eggs quietly delivered to every home and to places that posed the biggest threat, like SHIELD. First we quietly secure the City, then the state then the country and finally the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvV8O7-faEI/AAAAAAAAARk/CZH5UxqOuvg/s1600-h/aegg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvV8O7-faEI/AAAAAAAAARk/CZH5UxqOuvg/s200/aegg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113129548008876098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So as Dr Kielhaul and his staff entered the Security were already impregnated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff entered the observation deck...  Never looking under the desk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvU0eb-faBI/AAAAAAAAARM/lzvrUpbTif0/s1600-h/Vegatathealmighty_Facehugger_by_avpalternative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvU0eb-faBI/AAAAAAAAARM/lzvrUpbTif0/s200/Vegatathealmighty_Facehugger_by_avpalternative.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113050649459648530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Kielhaul: Okay let us look first at Cell 1202 - Alien Queen. We seem to still not be able to get her to lay. She laid 50 eggs when we first got her but then stopped. We are trying different methods to encourage her to cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUx_r-fZ0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/6HEhqPV6Zxc/s1600-h/asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 135px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUx_r-fZ0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/6HEhqPV6Zxc/s200/asd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113047922155415362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Kielhaul: moving to Cell num... number....  AUGHHHHHHhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUx_b-fZzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5VjyQq_rRzc/s1600-h/alinelsn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUx_b-fZzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5VjyQq_rRzc/s200/alinelsn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113047917860448050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised we freed the Queen. She began laying eggs and I had everyone get into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I control the cameras, the technology and the machines.&lt;br /&gt;We have control of Special Sections, all lower levels and the 2nd and 3rd floor.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvV8O7-faFI/AAAAAAAAARs/gIyfuqfE_r8/s1600-h/63553352911.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvV8O7-faFI/AAAAAAAAARs/gIyfuqfE_r8/s200/63553352911.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113129548008876114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still need floors 4 through 15 and ground floor, which will be last. I got word from the queen soldiers found someone that entered through the sewers ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWALb-faGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/OQgVHL1R5gA/s1600-h/IMG0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWALb-faGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/OQgVHL1R5gA/s200/IMG0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113133885925845090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response: Capture her and terminate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen: She has been captured and sent for cocooning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusEjpH8d8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/E2MItlD-UTc/s1600-h/Sil_from_Species_by_MCornelius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusEjpH8d8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/E2MItlD-UTc/s200/Sil_from_Species_by_MCornelius.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110183212563068866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived and canned the woman&lt;br /&gt;Identify... Scanning.....&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LT HALL&lt;br /&gt;SHIELD field agent&lt;br /&gt;serial number.....&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood sprayed on my face as her chest exploded.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Status: &lt;blink style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Terminated...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusFyJH8eEI/AAAAAAAAALc/VZHDzgUOtf0/s1600-h/speciessp1gore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusFyJH8eEI/AAAAAAAAALc/VZHDzgUOtf0/s200/speciessp1gore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110184561182799938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some had tried to resist but the were not difficult to Terminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUxS7-fZwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EVQgbdCHVsE/s1600-h/Alien_Vs_Predator_by_madart84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 119px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUxS7-fZwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EVQgbdCHVsE/s200/Alien_Vs_Predator_by_madart84.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113047153356269314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going as planned. SHIELD agents wait outside and argue with that stupid Cyberdyne director while we have used the sewers that their agent opened to us to spread the eggs to other homes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvU0er-faDI/AAAAAAAAARc/Attr8GwNS_4/s1600-h/Yeyinde_by_Suyeta_by_avpalternative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvU0er-faDI/AAAAAAAAARc/Attr8GwNS_4/s200/Yeyinde_by_Suyeta_by_avpalternative.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113050653754615858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first problem came today when I realized that the Clone of Ripley had escaped through the sewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUzIr-fZ8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/tPDGE332Hec/s1600-h/predalienlj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 102px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUzIr-fZ8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/tPDGE332Hec/s200/predalienlj2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113049176285865922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent the pre-aliens after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She manage to disappear and then was seen later out front of Cyberdyne, with her were two men in capes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusEi5H8d4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QJk0IRShNvc/s1600-h/fun_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusEi5H8d4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QJk0IRShNvc/s200/fun_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110183199678166914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Response: Terminators, Predators get ready to defend our base of operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUyl7-fZ6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/PL8fsy0bw_M/s1600-h/Predalien_by_Vehemel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUyl7-fZ6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/PL8fsy0bw_M/s200/Predalien_by_Vehemel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113048579285411746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pred-Aliens get the queen through the sewers to lay more eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliens bring in more carbonites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUylb-fZ2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/um5j-hAFKQU/s1600-h/Confliction_by_avpalternative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvUylb-fZ2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/um5j-hAFKQU/s200/Confliction_by_avpalternative.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113048570695477090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWFIb-faHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/cxqn2g7jHtA/s1600-h/superman_vs_predator2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 123px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWFIb-faHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/cxqn2g7jHtA/s200/superman_vs_predator2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113139331944376434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identify... Scanning.....&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Hero&lt;br /&gt;Kryptonian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weakness: Kryptonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvU0er-faCI/AAAAAAAAARU/JQ38uoM1TTs/s1600-h/Warrior_Bust_by_Blackmarble_by_avpalternative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 126px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvU0er-faCI/AAAAAAAAARU/JQ38uoM1TTs/s200/Warrior_Bust_by_Blackmarble_by_avpalternative.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113050653754615842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWFIb-faII/AAAAAAAAASE/5gcTGTbQGos/s1600-h/batman_27_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWFIb-faII/AAAAAAAAASE/5gcTGTbQGos/s200/batman_27_a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113139331944376450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Identify... Scanning.....&lt;blink&gt;...&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Batman&lt;br /&gt;Hero&lt;br /&gt;Human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Have entered the building... but they will not foil my plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWFIr-faKI/AAAAAAAAASU/2bBhu_Hif2g/s1600-h/superman_vs_terminator2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RvWFIr-faKI/AAAAAAAAASU/2bBhu_Hif2g/s200/superman_vs_terminator2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113139336239343778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27812446-2338782807850864458?l=txnewmodel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/feeds/2338782807850864458/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27812446&amp;postID=2338782807850864458" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/2338782807850864458?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27812446/posts/default/2338782807850864458?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Terminatrix/~3/DCO9xCMuEMI/eternal-nightmares.html" title="Eternal Nightmares..." /><author><name>TX</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16201395733617396748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="26" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1427/1979/200/film_001.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vO1pyTHv3e8/RusD2ZH8dzI/AAAAAAAAAJU/R3ejzHQAylk/s72-c/Comission__Sil_from_Species_by_Tozani.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://txnewmodel.blogspot.com/2007/09/eternal-nightmares.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

