EVERYTHING TAKES YOU BACK

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the song drabble meme

It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.

( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

- reference our previous meme if you're still confused

Comments

[terminatenomore.livejournal.com]

What Sarah wanted to know was just where in the hell the terminator found something like a Stetson and just what possessed it to actually wear it. Sitting in the driver’s side of the jeep they “liberated” from one of the Garden Zones, she watched the terminator any time It popped out from the behind the lifted hood and mulled over much she hated, hated that damn hat and deliberated on the consequences of knocking it off of the terminator skull. After a few, quiet moments, Sarah decided against it solely because of how much of a schoolyard bully thing that would be to do, even to something like a cyborg.

It was a nice hat, but the long she looked at it; the harder she had to try to stick with her decision not to swipe it. It was messing with her- the hat, not the terminator who just got coolant in its eyes and acted like it was nothing- terminators didn’t hold the capacity to actively taunt a person. Hats, however, apparently did. The way it sat on the T-800’s brow, how the shadows softened and obscured his sharp features and blank, uncanny valley expressions was what was setting her off. It made him look human, too human. Understatedly disconcerting.

Her time spent with the other AI on this station, through choice or otherwise was, in a way, a learning method. The lesson being that AI were, in some way, like people. Not that she was championing for their civil rights, oh hell no, only that- like people the AI of this station were vastly diverse in terms of abilities- including the ability to give the impression of humanity. Early in her arrival, she had the terminator assuredly placed in the lowest rung. It was like a bird looking at itself in a mirror or a monkey, mimicking the movements around it in hopes it would produce a believable, human, appearance. Something she could, on the spot, identify T-800 as one of them.

Now, she wasn’t so sure. As days turned into weeks and creeping uncomfortably into months, the line between man and machine was getting harder to draw and it was no longer her standing opposite the machines in a Mexican standoff. It was Sarah plus one machine that was just as lost and maybe even just as scared and unsure as she was. It was almost becoming an equal, not just a tool but someone in the same boat as her. Thoughts like this would give her greater pause then those rare moments she would look into the terminators face and forget it wasn’t her would-be-murderer.

Her thoughts were broken when the terminator slammed the hood shut and came around the side. She moved, letting the thing with the face of the monster that tried to kill her into the driver’s seat, and found herself smiling at it. You’ve come a long way, baby.

“Nice hat.”

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

omg

this was wonderful. I am grinning so hard.

Now I want to watch the movie and do all the tags with you forever but I have no time to do either right now :( but this made my night. <33333