John Connor

As far as motels go, this has been one of the slightly better establishments on your permanent run. Nice double bed, pay per view. Just try not to think about the deadly, nigh invincable robots trying to kill you.

You've got your own invincable robot, anyway. Cameron Phillips, and not to insult the memory of your own best friend, but they couldn't have sent a stone cold fox as your protector in the first place? From her pouty lips to her expressive eyes to her luscious, firm breasts, tight little ass and long, smooth legs...she's not a bad bodyguard.

Your mother is staying next door, probably Rambo-ing up and figuring out battle strategies while you watch some sleazy late night movie. Cameron is in the bathroom, picking bullets out of her back from the last encounter.

You can't help but wonder. Does she imitate a human perfectly? Down to the last detail? How far is she programmed to obey you? Or just protect you?