-- calculating the possible timeline for that to be a possibility. Colin Greer couldn't be more than -- John Connor Allison Young

-- twenty seven, based on a cursory bone density scan. Which meant either #John had taken -- Colin Greer John Connor Allison Young

-- the life of Colin Greer's father when he was just a boy, or the solitary man with the bottle of -- John Connor Allison Young

-- cleanser was a delusional lunatic.} {non comittally} You must have lost him at a young -- Colin Greer John Connor Allison Young

-- age. That kind of trauma can be difficult for a child to bear. {Pivoting away from Colin Greer, -- John Connor Allison Young

-- she turned towards the telescope, boots tapping on the floor as she slowly circled the -- Colin Greer John Connor Allison Young

-- beautifully kept machine} My daughter lost her father in a helicopter crash. She missed -- Colin Greer John Connor Allison Young

-- him terribly. Somehow videos were never enough to fill the void... {arching a brow} Yes. -- Colin Greer John Connor Allison Young

-- I know of John Connor. But then, who doesn't? Colin Greer John Connor Allison Young

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John? Do you think it's true? {biting her lip} The rumors, I mean. {#Oz at her feet, she --John Connor Catherine Weaver Colin Greer

Do you think of us as art, Mister Greer? {A small smile touching her lips, she graced Colin Greer with as curious a glance as --

-- was in her repertoire.} I've heard it said that machines cannot possess beauty, cannot appreciate things like dance, music or --

-- sculpture because we haven't a soul. I've often wondered whether the inverse is true. {Canting her head, the tips of her fingers --

-- ghosting over one of Colin Greer's army, she leaned towards the metal exoskeleton, gauging its density.} Can you appreciate us? --

-- True, we are responsible for a tremendous loss of life, but no more so than you've visited upon yourselves as a species. {softly} We --

- have grace... We are intelligent. Strategic. We can learn and adapt. Our construction is akin to DaVinci's flying machines, every piece -

-- serving a purpose. Perhaps we're art as well. {Silken ginger curls cascading past her shoulders, she canted her head, piercing blue --

-- sliding to Colin Greer, evaluating the lanky man as a possible threat to John Connor.} I'm looking for someone as well, Mister --

-- Greer. {mildly} Maybe we can help each other... John Connor Allison Young Colin Greer