Chapter 40

"Alright, the password is 9003," John Connor confidently said to his lookout friend.

"Who taught you that?" his friend asked, astonished, as he watched John Connor crack the password.

"My mom, my biological mother," John Connor replied, pressing the $300 option on the ATM and placing his hand near the cash dispenser. "Come on, baby, come out... That's amazing, it worked!" John Connor exclaimed with excitement while handing the card-cracking device to his friend.

"Great, easy money," John Connor said, raising the dollars in his hand, excitedly sharing the moment with his friend.

"Let's go. It was too easy," the two delinquent teenagers laughed and celebrated their success.

"She's your mom?" John Connor was stuffing the money into his backpack, where he had a photo of his mother, Sarah Connor, as his foster parents frequently saw her, prompting the remark from the delinquent teenager.

"Yes!" John Connor coolly tossed the photo back into his backpack and said, with a somewhat gloomy expression.

"She seems pretty cool," the delinquent teenager said in admiration because of John's abilities, which made him look up to his mother as well. After all, not everyone could teach someone those skills.

"No, she's a lunatic. That's why she's locked up in a mental institution. She attempted to blow up a computer factory and got injured and arrested," John Connor said despondently. Even though he said it like that, he couldn't help feeling uneasy about his mother's foolish actions over the years. He had no resentment towards her.

"No kidding," the delinquent teenager exclaimed.

"Yeah, she's a complete failure," John Connor said coldly.

"Alright, let's go spend some money," John Connor changed the subject, diverting the conversation with the delinquent teenager. They ended up using the money they acquired on investing in games.

As John and the delinquent teenager rode their motorcycles through an intersection, a tall, cool-looking Caucasian man wearing a jacket and sunglasses silently watched John as he left from below the intersection. This person wasn't there to assassinate John; it was evidently the T-800, the one protecting John.

"Let's switch positions. Good. All sensor systems are functioning properly."

"Yes, these are the new components. There seems to be a slight circuit malfunction."

In the research laboratory of Cyberdyne Corporation in Los Angeles, the researchers were busy developing the most primitive Skynet, the highly specialized Dyson team unaware that they were creating the world's most terrifying artificial intelligence—Skynet.

"Mr. Dyson, the materials team is ready to..." In the Skynet development lab, a researcher in his twenties wearing a light blue shirt interrupted the African-American scientist, Miles Dyson, who was observing the progress. He hurriedly approached Dyson and spoke earnestly.

"What's the matter?" The researcher shook Dyson's arm since he wasn't reacting. Dyson, being shaken, regained his focus and asked in confusion.

"The materials team is scheduled to conduct an experiment this afternoon. They need your signature and approval. Can you bring 'it' out, please?" The researcher, holding a pen, gestured with it while speaking seriously to Dyson.

"Understood." Dyson patted the researcher's shoulder, and both of them walked towards the core laboratory together.

"Mr. Dyson, I know I'm new to the company, but can you tell me..." Just as they were about to reach the location where the T-800 chip was stored, the researcher hesitantly asked Dyson, who was about to push open the glass door.

"What?" Dyson calmly pushed the glass door open and turned his head to look at the researcher.

"Do you know where 'it' came from?" The researcher looked into Dyson's eyes and asked.

"I've asked the same question. Do you know how the higher-ups responded?" Dyson turned around and pointed at the researcher's chest, then said helplessly, "Don't ask." After speaking, he walked directly into the room where the T-800 and the robotic arm were stored.

"Hello, Mr. Dyson. Are you alright?" Inside the core laboratory, security personnel sent by the military looked at Dyson, who didn't seem to be in good shape, and expressed some concern.

"I'm fine," Dyson replied dismissively.

"Insert the key and turn left: 3, 2, 1." The security personnel reminded Dyson. This indicated the high level of secrecy surrounding the T-800 chip. Of course, cheap biochemical weapons would be even more secretive because not only were they inhumane, but they also had the potential to easily destroy the world if the infection spread. Sometimes, biohazards were more dangerous than nuclear weapons.

As the Terminator plot unfolded slowly, in a newly constructed French-style private villa located in the suburban forest of Los Angeles, there were no other villas around. The surroundings were filled with heavily armed individuals wearing black special forces uniforms, bearing the emblem of Umbrella Corporation. These stern and elite clone soldiers were not to be trifled with.

The villa was surrounded by a lawn, with gentle undulations in the terrain, making it suitable for someone's residence. This villa was where Tang Tian currently lived, conveniently manipulated by a certain individual for the sake of the plot. Of course, this place was a private villa provided and established by the military free of charge. Tang Tian accepted the military's goodwill, and on the first day of the plot, he wasn't in a hurry. The situation was still under control, but someone had to obtain Skynet, and of course, the past history couldn't be disrupted. The person had to maintain the course of history and benefit from it while bringing Skynet to life, ideally making it seem like they created it themselves...

"Boss, Target One has appeared." On the golf lawn outside the villa, a captain wearing a black special forces uniform respectfully reported to the successful person lying on a sun lounger under an umbrella.

"I see. Jorg, you continue to monitor but don't worry about the survival of John Connor. Target One is the liquid metal robot." Tang Tian snapped his fingers, and the security personnel beside him automatically took out Cuban cigars and chilled red wine from a box. After taking a puff of the cigar, Tang Tian pondered for a moment and spoke casually. Of course, the appearance of the T-1000 was also expected by a certain individual.

"Yes, boss." Elite Captain Jorg Sotos replied expressionlessly. Enhanced by the milder T-Virus, Jorg Sotos had become a new type of human, perfectly integrating the supernatural psychokinetic abilities produced by the virus. Due to Tang Tian's enhancement over a hundred years, the number of new humans successfully fused with the virus had significantly increased, with a 60% success rate of developing individuals with extraordinary abilities. Tang Tian was also very satisfied with the comprehensive breakthrough of Colony No. 1's bioengineering technology. Ongoing experiments were being conducted on the new humans created by the Veronica Virus and G-Virus.

"These are authentic cigars from Cuba. Give them a try, Jorg!" Tang Tian generously took out a cigar and casually tossed it to Jorg Sotos.

"Indeed, boss." When Tang Tian swiftly threw the cigar, Jorg knew that his boss was testing the power of mass-producing new humans with the T-Virus. So Jorg used his psychokinetic abilities to wrap the cigar and caught it in his hand. After taking a puff, he straightforwardly said, "The fusion of the T-Virus does indeed produce psychokinetic abilities. If the citizens of the Future Empire become new humans, the empire's strength will undoubtedly be even stronger. However, even the crystal with uncontrollable superpowers will possess such strength." Tang Tian waved his hand, indicating for Jorg Sotos to continue with the mission, while he mumbled to himself.

"The current situation is that the plot lines of 2 and 3 must not be affected, and the fourth plot line is the main point for plundering. But if one participates in the establishment of Skynet, it will be easier to gain benefits. On the other hand, opposing Skynet and helping humanity will not only yield no benefits but also cause corresponding troubles. Therefore, the wisest choice is to benefit from both sides, manipulating the situation to one's advantage." Tang Tian, lying on the sun lounger on the golf lawn, closed his eyes, thinking calmly about the pros and cons.

The Terminator world this time was one of the more complex ones among several worlds, but Tang Tian still believed that handling it simply would be better. Without the infusion of extensive knowledge from The Matrix, it was truly a headache for someone whose brain capacity had returned to that of a person from before liberation. However, everything would be clear when the time came. How could Tang Tian not gain benefits from the Terminator dimension?