. . .Tucson, Arizona. . .
Normally a man does not have tools to make himself a second body in case his first body dies, but not I. I have used several Terminator shells to create my own second body. One that can easily be mistaken for me. One to undertake the return home ride for John-Luc and his tall friend Data Soong. My new files stop being sent shortly after the deactivation of my second body.
I knew everything that had gone on.
In fact, from experience as being a Terminator: LIFE ISN'T FAIR.
Did I share the same resentment toward emotions?
Yes, I did.
But I needed them for when I met the Enterprise crew to appear. . . non-threatening.
For a long time. . . There was darkness.
Then there was light. I fell forward then met what felt like a outstretched arm that helped me to my feet. I can sense the water all over my body. My feet practically letting out the water that had been absorbed to the floor. My legs were still adjusting to the sudden fluid-less area and falling was expected. I came to my knees stopping my fall by putting my hands to the floor giving me a softer landing (and preventing a complete fall).
I could see a pair of shoes across from me.
"'How. . . How long." I asked, completely naked.
"One year, two months,three weeks, twenty-six days, and eighteen minutes." Came the reply.
I looked up toward Mulder.
"To die or not to die?" I asked.
"Not to die." Mulder said.
A Terminator programmed by Skynet would have said 'to die'.
Simple question, really.
"Oh, you don't know how much that makes me happy." I said, relieved.
Mulder had successfully taken out his memory chip (with help) then entered it back into a slot inserted into his artificial brain that connects into that chip. Mulder held out a hand for me. I took it though with some difficulty standing straight. On July 4th, 1992, I explained to Mulder a fail safe to ensure the future is saved. I requested him to shut me down and then turn on another me.
Another me with a automatic connection to the first body. I did Operation Q. Operation Q mainly required several Terminator parts, molding, and industrial machinery. It took years for me to create this realistic and identical version of myself. No one would have expected that, hell not even Skynet. It was only logical to create a second body. I was programmed to serve by the mind of a Vulcan. I was given the reasoning of a Vulcan. I was given the morality of humanity.
I took Mulder's hand.
Today is March 21st, 1993.
"Everyone thinks I am dead . . ." I said. "Thank you for proving me wrong."
"Wrong about what?" Mulder asked.
"That a machine with the memory engrams can not take a life of its own." I said.
"You know, Qreg," Mulder said. "I took over this shell after I died, right?"
I looked over to the man as he helped me to a metal bed.
"Ghosts taking over a body. . ." I said. "That is a first."
"I had to lie to Scully regarding my . . . sudden change," Mulder said. "It was harder than I expected. To tell the the truth." I sat down on the table adjusting my eyes to the light intensity of the room and began to slide my legs up and down. "I mainly drew inspiration from that episode where Kirk gets a android version of himself."
I looked up toward Mulder.
"You want to meet Captain Kirk and Mr Spock?" I asked.
"I do." Mulder said.
"Then got a whole century to wait, boy. . ." I said. "What happened after I died?"
"I was transferred off from the X-Files to the desk doing background checks," Mulder said. "I hate desk duty."
"And Scully?" I asked.
"Scully is teaching at Quantico." Mulder said.
"Long as she knows the truth. . . I am taking you to April Air Force Base tomorrow . . . Or whenever my legs are back in order." I said.
Mulder raised up a eyebrow.
"Why there?" Mulder asked.
"Because there is something you must know, and I will explain to you about them," I said. "It is about your sister."