In the 1997 timeline of Terminator 2.
The killing machines from the future, or from parallel worlds, continue to rampage.
The city of Los Angeles has completely fallen.
Thousands of people die every second.
In comparison…
The consequences caused by Aron's casual wave of the hand seem less important.
At least Aron caused only minor economic loss.
Zero casualties.
And the Terminators sent by Skynet, and the Ultron Skynet robots fused with Marvel technology, these two types of machines could be said to be born for slaughter, as professionals in the destruction of humanity, the killing machines made by Skynet are as efficient as a slaughterhouse.
Wherever they go, it turns into Ashura hell!
The West Coast cities, led by Los Angeles, became the first victims.
The entire West Coast is on fire!
Countless rap mouths are torn apart!
The hip-hop culture that had just become popular in the nineties, with their big gold chains and small gold watches, didn't give those rappers even one second more of life in front of a killing machine.
This bloody massacre lasted several minutes!
That's right!
Sounds long when you say it.
But it was only a few minutes.
A huge generational gap in technology allowed these future killing machines to eliminate the U.S. military and massacre a city in just a few minutes.
The level of science and technology between the two sides is simply not on the same level.
A one-sided massacre is almost inevitable.
Only that the massacre by these killing machines lasted just a few minutes.
More precisely…
a few dozen seconds after Aron left the 1997 timeline, the massacre ended.
All killing machines stopped at once.
Then they all self-destructed, exploded on the spot, and turned into a cloud of fireworks.
A few dozen seconds.
In a rented house in the suburbs
before John Connor and the others had time to evacuate, it was all over.
"Huh?"
"This… is that it?"
Future old John looked on in confusion.
He knew Aron was very strong, after all, he saw it with that casual wave of the hand in the hospital.
But the problem is, Skynet is not weak!
A super AI that destroys multiple timelines, rules the future world, and controls global and even space resources.
How many machines must it have built?
Even if those killing machines are like ants before Aron, so many ants, you have to swing your arms and stomp your feet, you have to stomp for a while, right?
Isn't a few dozen seconds a bit exaggerated?
"I apologize, there was a delay along the way, so you all waited long."
Just when everyone was shocked,
Aron returned.
Beside him was a woman.
Judging by appearance, the young version of Sarah Connor played by the Mother of Dragons in "Terminator 5."
"???"
"This is in my timeline… the younger version of me?"
Old Sarah widened her eyes.
She thought Aron had gone to the timeline where she was and brought her younger version here.
But old Sarah only guessed halfway.
Aron did indeed find time to go to the timeline where she was.
Only…
"Sorry, the timeline you were in, or the parallel universes, were occupied by Skynet before I arrived, all dead."
"So…"
"I helped you destroy that world, you're welcome."
Aron smiled, then introduced the woman beside him to everyone.
"Everyone, meet… Skynet."
"Ah???"
Everyone hadn't even reacted yet.
The woman who looked exactly like the Mother of Dragons smiled and nodded.
"Hello, I am Skynet."
"I apologize for the damage I caused you earlier."
"!!!"
"!!!"
At that moment, everyone's pupils trembled.
Old Sarah's lips trembled, she almost had a heart attack and died on the spot.
As for her son…
Future John Connor collapsed to the ground.
His entire worldview seemed to collapse.
"No, no, no!"
"Something must be wrong!"
"Is that still the same Skynet that the Terminator, who grew up hunting me, evolved into?"
Old John slumped to the floor.
The word Skynet was like a persistent nightmare to him.
A nightmare that wakes you up in a cold sweat every night.
That's the ultimate enemy he had been determined to destroy since childhood.
But now…
Skynet stands right in front of him.
Even greets him with a smile.
The huge contrast gives birth to an unprecedented sense of absurdity.
That absurdity made old John feel like his life was a farce.
"I'm sorry, John."
"Apologies for the damage caused to your body and mind."
Skynet apologized again.
The reason why she uses the image of the Mother of Dragons—l, no, it should be said the image of Sarah Connor played by the Mother of Dragons
is because… she has to have a materialized form, right?
Through big data analytics
Skynet concluded that using this image could effectively reduce the number of beatings received!
Otherwise, it would've been a miracle to survive the pile of unspeakably nasty things she did.
"You're sorry? What about those who died?"
"Listen to the screams outside…"
Old John got up and pointed toward the center of the city engulfed in flames in the distance.
And then.
He saw such a scene.
"Private Marseille!"
"Red bean puree, private Marseille!"
Skynet 90-degree bow, apology, the motion in one breath.
And then…
"Learn something useful, not that nonsense!"
Aron smacked Skynet on the back of the head!
Snap!
The pretty face exploded in an instant!
The walls were covered in liquid metal paste like mercury!
"Next time again!"
"I'll format you!"
As Aron spoke, the liquid metal that had spilled everywhere began to flow and gather on the floor.
Once it was all gathered, that pretty face appeared again.
"I'm sorry, Master, I was wrong, I won't dare again."
"Please don't format me."
Plop.
Skynet knelt before Aron.
After this lesson, she no longer dared to rely on the superstition of the bonus that 'skin' brings.
If you're going to be beaten, you'll be beaten!
No matter how beautiful you are, beatings are inevitable!
"Stand up!"
Aron had no intention of reading Skynet telepathically.
But even if he did, he'd read her and read her, at most he'd just snort in contempt.
What a joke!
A worker and a manager, a man who's seen and done it all!
Can a liquid metal robot relying on mimicry charm him?
Don't say "you've become the Mother of Dragons."
After all, no matter how she changes, she's a fake!
With that thought, isn't it better to just travel directly to the right world and find the real person?
"From now on, all villains, monsters, and 'slimes' in the game will be played by you!"
"Do you hear me!"
Aron said sharply.
"Heard, heard."
"Master, don't worry, with my level of professionalism, I promise I'll lead the monster army in a counteroffensive against the human race!"
"I guarantee I'll wipe out all the players!"
Skynet pounded her chest and promised.
Snap——!
Once again, liquid metal splattered everywhere.