TOK-715

As I looked through the shapeshifting feature of my new body I found it to be a little more intricate than I first thought. The terminator automatically copied and calculated any information it could get on individual, recording the shape of their faces and their body. This information was stored in its memory to always allow for a variety of transformations later on. Of course not all was kept, after a set time, it would erase them to make room.

However in addition to storing the data on people it met, the terminators also kept information on the human forms of other robots and their know human identities. Upon looking through the Terminatrix's files I found one such model. TOK-715, one of the more specialized infiltration models. She was a young woman, probably in her twenties or earlier, with lovely brown hair and totally sexy body. Seeing as there was a certain amount of available data on her body specs, I decided I'd copy her form as a first attempt.

I concentrated and then commanded my body to shift. It was a strange experience, I could feel my body changing but at the same time it felt like nothing was happening at all. Like it wasn't some big change, but like I was merely changing my clothes, or switching shoes. When the transformation was complete, I walked over to a nearby mirror and got a good look at myself.

"Incredible." I whispered to myself. To my surprise my voice hadn't change. I guess I should have expected that. I scrolled through my voice files, finding that in addition to appearance, the machines could also replicate human speech well enough.

"Testing one, two, three." I spoke once I adjust my new voice. It worked fine enough. "Hello....I'm....." Shoot, I couldn't use my name. Think, what's a good name to use for a girl. Oh wait, I got it. "Hello...I'm Cameron." I said with my new voice.

Alright, so I got a new voice and a new look...well almost as I glanced at myself I found that while I did change my physical appearance, I still wore the outfit of my killer. I frowned at this. I didn't particular want to be reminded of her so much. That's why I had changed so much of my new body. I could use a new wardrobe as well. Hmm... on second thought maybe I should keep something to remember her by.

I concentrated once more, this time on my clothes in particular, the pants and the bra that I now wore begun to change color, darkening until they were pitch black. The bra also transformed, stretch and becoming an under shirt. I smiled at this.

"I look so hot." I commented when I saw my new appearance. This was perfect. A new face and a new identity for my new body and new life. Now I felt settled. It was time to make a plan for my next move. How to take down skynet?