Cameron

Cameron walked towards the house, having just finished her patrol of the property. It was a little past 4:30 in the morning, but being a terminator she didn’t need to sleep. Cameron entered the house, closing the door behind her. She went up stairs, checking on both Sarah and John, finding them still more or less asleep.

She went back down stairs into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Being a cyborg she did require organic nutrients to maintain her biological components, however her human companions seemed to have so trouble understand this. She had found it was easier to take care of theses sort of things at night when they were asleep.

After a moment Cameron removed the remains of that evening's dinner. While neither Sarah nor John had been particularly impressed with Sarah’s latest attempt at cooking, Cameron didn’t mind. While she was fully capable of tasting food, that didn’t mean she had any opinion about it. As long as it wasn’t a health risk (which two of Sarah’s other attempts had been) she didn’t care.

Cameron placed the container on the counter in the middle of the kitchen, then retrieved a spoon from the silverware drawer. As she sat down in front of the counter there was movement behind her and Cameron turned to see John entering the kitchen.

“You were asleep,” Cameron said.

“Oh yeah, when was that?”

“Three minutes ago.”

“Really? That’s about the same time there was this sound. It woke me up. Sort of resembled the creaking of the stairs as someone went down them,” John took a seat across from her. “You really are indestructible, aren't you?” he said nodding at her food.

“It’s not poisonous,” Cameron responded before taking a bit. “You should go back to bed.”

“Why? Tomorrow's saturday, it’s not like I have to get up for anything.”

Cameron considered this for a moment as she took another bit before deciding to concede the point.

“So what is it you do?” John asked. “Other than patrol and eat terrible food.”

Cameron shrugged. “I don’t have any routine. It varies from night to night.”

“Alright, tonight then.”

“I’ve read most of 'The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn'.”

“Oh. Why?”

Cameron looked up at him. “Because our english teacher assigned it.”

“Oh, right. When’s that due again?”

“There will be a test on the first five chapters on monday.”

John nodded. “Right.”

Finished, Cameron stood and returned her food to the refrigerator, then put her spoon in the sink.

“You know, you might as well just throw that away, because I’ll tell you right now, no else is going to eat it.”

“I’m going to my room,” Cameron informed him. She left the kitchen, going up the stairs and into her room, closing the door behind her. Turning on the lights she went over to her dresser and began picking out her clothes for tomorrow. She picked out a pair of dark jeans similar to the ones she was already wearing. They had a hole in the left knee, however from what Cameron had observed from school this was not a problem. She then pulled out a long sleeve black shirt and a dark grey tank top, followed by a matching light blue bra and panties. She deposited all of this on her bed and then went over to the floor length mirror standing against the wall.

Cameron pulled off the black t-shirt she had been wearing, tossing it into the empty hamper between the mirror and her dresser. A moment later she also removed her grey sports bra. Cameron turned, about to go over to the bed to remove her shoes when the door to her room opened.

“Hey, Cameron,” John said walking into the room before catching sight of her.