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The Terminator 

Sarah Connor glanced down at the display of the electronic scale on the bathroom floor, her stomach clenched, and she quickly
got off.

Was it because of the cake she'd ate on Monday night? No, it must have been the way she'd stepped on it
. She exhaled, kicked off her slippers, tapped the scale with her toes to zero it, and
carefully placed one foot on the scale, then the other, holding her breath.

Before she could even see the same three digits on the LCD screen, her attention was
drawn to a loud crash outside the window. Sarah rushed to the window and looked down; the sound seemed to be coming from the direction of the glass greenhouse in the backyard, but
it was too dark to see anything.

Sarah threw on a bathrobe, went downstairs to investigate, and grabbed her phone as she passed through the living room, stuffing it into her bathrobe pocket.
When she crossed the garage and entered the greenhouse, she was stunned by what she saw. There was a large
hole in the glass ceiling, shards of glass scattered everywhere, and several broken and twisted metal frames hanging in mid-air.

Had a meteorite fallen from the sky? Sarah peered through the hole in the roof at the starry sky, feeling as if her
head was filled with stars. She pulled out her phone, hesitating whether to call the police or the
building management to fix the apartment. Her fingers swiped across the screen when suddenly a large hand grabbed her wrist, and
a figure flashed beside her.

In the dim light of the phone screen, Sarah could see that the tall, muscular man was completely naked, his arms and
torso covered in glass shards, even his face was studded with several pieces of glass. It seemed someone
whispered in her ear, "This is an angel sent from heaven." Sarah instantly understood: this guy was an angel who landed face-first.

*** *** *** As

the morning sunlight filtered through the treetops onto the Mini Cooper parked in front of her house, Sarah
Connor hurried out of the house, jumped into the car, and took out her powder compact from her purse to touch up her makeup.

She hadn't slept well last night; the dark circles on her face were impossible to conceal. Sarah had an important meeting to attend today,
and a ton of stuff to clean up when she got home. She took out a can of Red Bull, opened it, took a sip, and casually put it
on the drink shelf. She started the car, put it in reverse, and floored the gas pedal to back out of the parking space.

The car jolted, followed by a loud bang from behind. Sarah slammed on the brakes, glanced in the rearview
mirror, but saw nothing. Turning to look in the side mirror, she saw what appeared to be a person lying next to her car. Sarah quickly pulled the handbrake, got out
to check, and saw a young man lying under the rear wheel.

"Are you alright?" Sarah knelt down and asked. "Should we call an ambulance?"

"I'm fine, nothing's wrong." The young man had blue eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, a high nose, and was quite handsome.
"Excuse me, could you please move the car off my chest?"

*** *** ***

"Ding-dong." The doorbell rang.

"Just a second." A crisp female voice came from the upstairs bathroom. The rushing
water stopped, replaced by the click of a 36D bra hook being fastened,
the rustling of long legs in tight panties finally finding their resting place on the wet, dark grass.

A tall, slender figure appeared at the top of the stairs. A short tank top was
stretched taut by her high breasts, not even covering her navel. Denim shorts hugged her hips tightly, but
left a lot of space at her waist. A pair of bare feet, still wet, walked across the thick carpet, leaving a trail of small footprints.

"Sarah Connor?" The door opened, and a mechanical voice came from outside.

"It's me," Sarah replied. It's Valentine's Day. Will there be a surprise? Or a horror?

A mechanical gaze scrutinized Sarah's body from head to toe. Target acquired. A bouquet of flowers appeared
before Sarah. Sarah's body trembled, not with the excitement of a girl receiving tall roses on Valentine's Day,
but more like the trembling of a field mouse seeing the shadow of an owl's wing grow larger before its eyes, or perhaps the opposite.

Sarah's movements suddenly became as agile as a ballerina, or like a seasoned veteran, swiftly
shifting to the side of the person entering through the door. With a flick of her wrist, the high-voltage electromagnetic gun was aimed at the person's throat. A flash of electricity, the roses
fell to the ground, and the world seemed to stand still.

System restart…

Automatic test initiated… Passed.

Driver process loaded… Completed.

System error reported, self-test rerun…

"Stop messing around," Sarah said lazily. "The chair you're sitting in is an electromagnetic field generator.
Your computer can run, but forget about controlling your body."

Her warm, moist breath brushed against the robot's skin, nourishing its pores. Golden curly hair, blue
eyes, red lips—Sarah's image appeared in the robot's vision, then focused downwards on Sarah's deep
cleavage. A surge of electricity coursed through his body, causing his lower body to swell uncontrollably.

"This reaction is strange," Sarah said curiously, touching it. "Is this part of your body not controlled by the mainframe
? Are you a submissive type who likes to be restrained?"

"Okay, what about those flowers?" Sarah continued.

"I bought this especially for you. I thought you'd like it."

"Tch...where's your shotgun?"

"Shotgun? I didn't bring it..."

"Are you guys ever going to stop? When will this ever end?" Sarah suddenly snapped. "Every time I think it
's finally over, another one jumps out, one after another, endlessly trying to kill me or
save me. Oh, and I haven't asked you yet, which side are you on? Are you here to kill me?"

"No, of course not," the robot said aggrievedly. "I'm not here to kill anyone, I'm a messenger of love
."

"You even generate electricity with love?" Sarah said disdainfully. "So, you're one of us, here to save me?"

"I don't generate electricity, but you're right, we're on our side."

"So you're a good robot," Sarah retorted. "But I still don't understand, why are you all
so idle, running around here every day? With the ability to travel through time, why don't you do something big? Go kill a
big bad guy, like Hitler?"

Who was Hitler?

"The one who started World War II."

"World War? That's terrible. He's the head of Skynet?"

"You've never heard of a World War? Don't you robots have history classes?"

"We robots are all well-versed in history; it's just a matter of installing a memory card."

"Then tell me, what happened between 1914 and 1918, and between 1939 and 1945
?"

"At 7:14 PM, I was buying flowers. At 7:40 PM, you knocked me unconscious."

"I don't mean 7:14 PM today; I mean between 1914 and 1918." "

I don't know. We were all brainwashed inside the wall before we set off; we can't take unnecessary information out on missions
."

"Your mission?" Finally getting to the point, Sarah asked, "And why did you come back this time?"

"This time?" The robot was confused. "This is our first meeting..."

"Right, I almost forgot, you're still a novice," Sarah mocked. "But I'm a veteran,
I've dealt with dozens of future soldiers like you. Half came to kill me, and the other half came just as fanatically to
save me."

The amount of information was overwhelming; the robot's mainframe almost short-circuited. As a brainwashed robot with a rudimentary
view of robotics, it instinctively resisted, saying, "That's not how it is. You're a bit paranoid. I'm neither
here to kill you nor to save you."

"Paranoia?" Sarah's eyebrows furrowed, and she snapped, "The bullets aren't aimed at you,
so it's easy for you to stand by and make sarcastic remarks."

The robot began to ponder, its mainframe overloaded, its head turning pink, still unable to understand. It asked
, "But why would they want to kill you?"

"See for yourself." Sarah took out all the Blu-ray DVDs of the Terminator movies and piled them in
front of the robot.

"No, that's still not right." The robot, having watched all the videos at 100x fast-forward, was still
confused. "The future isn't like this."

"Then how is it?"

"It doesn't rain all the time where we are, unless you live in Seattle."

"Rain is a fictional art form, meant to resonate with the audience's emotions."

"I'm a robot, I don't have emotions."

"I can't do anything with you. Let's not talk about this," Sarah shook her head, rubbing her high nose. "Let's talk
about your mission here."

"A few days ago, the father of your child died in battle. He couldn't travel through time, so I took
his place."

"Kyle? He's dead?" Sarah was startled, then thought, "I've met several Kyles before. In this
timeline, he dies and comes back to life in a few days. It's nothing." "I don't have a child yet, John
isn't even born."

"Not yet, but you will today."

"How do you know?"

"This is something that has already happened to us. We know this child was conceived today, in
this city, and the mother's name is Sarah Connor."

"Well, Happy Valentine's Day." Sarah thought to herself, could this be a Skynet trap? Had
they failed so many times to kill me, so they changed tactics and sent someone to fuck me this time? They couldn't beat
my little Johnny, so they sent someone to fuck his mother to vent their anger? That doesn't seem to make sense, so is this robot telling
the truth?

She looked the robot up and down; its features resembled Kyle's, so it seemed they
designed it based on Kyle's appearance. The alarm was off, basically confirming that this robot was on their side, but


“But why should I sleep with you? And it has to be today? And it has to be unprotected sex?” Sarah
snapped. “Just because you look like Kyle?”

“I look like Kyle? No way!” the robot said narcissistically. “Although I’m handsome, my
template isn’t Kyle.”

“Then who is your template?”

“My template is, of course, the best and most perfect,” the robot said proudly. “I’m the latest
T8000 type Terminator. Every part of my body is strictly copied according to my
template. There’s only one of my type, and my performance is fundamentally improved compared to the previous 7000 type.”

“What’s the difference?”

“I have an eight-inch long penis, while the 7000 type…”

“Only seven inches long?”

“You’re right. Market research shows that the vast majority of men are willing to give up everything for an inch more penis,”
the robot said. “So even though I’m the same as the 7000 model in every other way, just my eight-inch penis
is enough to make them feel ashamed and have all the women in the world kneel down and lick my big penis.”

“You’re so narcissistic, does your designer know?” Sarah glanced at his crotch, feeling a strange
itch in her heart.

“My template is the most perfect human, so naturally I am the most perfect robot.”

“You’re a robot,” Sarah asked, “how do you plan to get me pregnant?”

“I have Kyle’s semen on me,” the robot said. “It was extracted from his body right after he died
, it’s very fresh and vigorous.”

“You’re disgusting.” But it seems quite exciting, Sarah thought, at least it’s much more interesting than artificial insemination,
the legendary eight inches.

“I’ve divided the semen into three portions, enough for you and the other two Sarah Connors,” the robot continued
.

"What? The other two Sarah Connors?"

"Yes, there are three Sarah Connors of the same age in this area. We don't know anything more about them."

"You're disgusting!" Sarah snapped. "It's so late at night, so I'm the last one?"

"I took care of the first two early this morning," the robot's thieving eyes darted over Sarah's long, white legs
, "and then I spent the whole day preparing, saving the best for last."

"You're quite efficient," Sarah's expression softened slightly. "Tell me how you handled them?"

"This morning, I landed at the first Sarah Connor's house."

"Landed?"

"I fell from the sky, smashed through her roof, and landed next to her."

"She must have been terrified?"

"Not really, I hypnotized her immediately."

"You can hypnotize?"

"We robots have a strong learning ability. I read Panda's translations of hypnosis works every day, and I've learned it from reading them
."

"You're not thinking of hypnotizing me too, are you?" Sarah asked, a little excited.

“I read a pirated book, and the hypnosis techniques I learned are also pirated. You’re the real Sarah Connor, I can’t
hypnotize you.”

“Oh.” Sarah sighed, “And then?”

“She thought I was an angel sent from heaven, took me into the kitchen, cleaned my wounds,
carefully examined my penis with her little hands and mouth, and then insisted on personally testing the function of my penis, and it had to be
the complete version. At 1:50 a.m., I completed the first task, removing the semen…”

“I don’t want to hear it anymore, hypnosis stories are too brain-burning,” Sarah tapped
the electromagnetic chair holding the robot with the remote control in her hand, “Tell me the next one.”

“The next Sarah Connor is an office lady, a career woman, with a very imaginative mind. She insists that I penetrate her anus.”

“Wow, that’s exciting, how could this happen?”

“She said my penis is too big and will tear her vagina,” the robot said aggrievedly, “so she only allows
me to go through the back door.”

“That’s true,” Sarah said thoughtfully, glancing at the robot’s crotch. “No wonder some people say that
men with big penises are gay.”

“I’m a straight man.”

“As a straight male robot, your process must resist anal sex?”

“No,” the robot said with a look that said, “You don’t understand men.” “My program is set to be all talk
and no action; I prefer anal sex.”

“Your designer must be a pervert,” Sarah retorted. “Then what about your mission? You can’t just
ejaculate inside her and get her pregnant, can you?”

“I’m really good in bed. I got her into ecstasy in no time,” the robot
said proudly. “Then I quietly switched to another hole, and she didn’t even notice.”

“Did your big penis hurt her vagina?” Sarah asked concernedly.

"Her vagina is indeed quite tight, but also very elastic, and she's very wet. In fact, I feel like my
penis is being completely sucked in by her."

"She must be enjoying it a lot, right?" Sarah felt herself getting wet down there too.

"Judging from her spasms and vaginal contractions, she experienced multiple orgasms with my help."

"You're really something," Sarah licked her lips. "How did you manage to get her into bed?"

"When I got to her house," the robot recalled, "she rushed off to work and then ran me
over."

"You're hopeless, you couldn't even avoid a car."

"Easy for you to say, you have no idea how terrifying female drivers can be."

"You were under the car and you were fine, didn't she suspect anything?"

"Not at all, she didn't even consider that possibility."

"Did you hypnotize her again?"

"No need. When she saw my stunning beauty, she fell in love with me, focused solely on getting me into bed, and
didn't care about anything else."

Sarah chuckled, pressed the remote control to turn off the electromagnetic field, and released the robot from the electromagnetic chair.
「我也看到你的绝世容颜,却没爱上你,你準备怎幺样诱惑我上床?」

机器人获得自由,很人性化地站起来活动了一下手脚,刚要说话,门铃又响
了。

「你有约会?」机器人问道。

「是你的约会,」莎拉掏出电磁枪,「刚才的碟你都白看了?你们每次都是
成双结对过来的,一个要杀我,一个要救我,然后……」

「然后正义战胜邪恶。」机器人一脸杀气道,「你看我怎幺收拾它。」

开门,动手,砰砰砰几声巨响,一条人影飞出,t8000像滩烂泥一样躺
在莎拉身旁。

「……然后被人揍得跟个孙子似的的,总是我这边的那位。」莎拉补充道。

杀手机器人走进门,他仍旧身穿一身偷来的警服,长着一张难以辨别的大饼
脸,跟韩国人似的。

Sarah raised her gun and fired, streaks of blue electricity flashing through the air, but the assassin dodged them with a series of teleportations. "

Director's got it all wrong, is this Terminator or The Matrix?" Before Sarah could even react, the assassin was already in
front of her, his liquid metal in his left hand transforming into a sharp blade.

The T8000, lying on the ground, suddenly stood up, shielding Sarah, the blade piercing his body, leaving
a transparent hole in his stomach. He lunged at the assassin, grabbing him and wrestling on the ground until they reached the electromagnetic chair.

Sarah quickly grabbed the remote control, and just as the assassin knocked the T8000 away again, the magnetic field activated. The assassin
struggled desperately but couldn't escape the magnetic field's attraction. Sarah raised her gun and fired at close range;
under the high-voltage current, the assassin's computer finally crashed with a blue screen.

"Are you alright?" A flirtatious glance flew towards the T8000 robot. "Thank you for saving me."

"I'm fine," the robot said, looking at the wound on its stomach that was healing. "That was close, a few
inches lower and it would have been terrible."

"If your sperm sac was punctured, you wouldn't be able to complete the mission?"

"What I care about more is that I wouldn't be able to sleep with you."

*** *** ***

Sarah's bedroom was dark, the flickering firelight from the electric fireplace casting a warm glow.
Scattered on the floor were a tank top, a 36D bra, denim shorts, and a
baggy t-shirt with two holes in the front and back. A brightly colored thong was draped over a bunch of vibrant roses.

Sarah admired his naked body, the undulating muscles, and felt a surge of desire. Her fingers traced
his perfect chest, his perfect abdomen… where there had been a bloody wound, now completely gone
, replaced by a large, firm abdominal muscle. This made Sarah realize he was a robot. Was she really going to
give herself to a machine?

Her fingers traveled down his flawless flesh, stopping at the tip of his fully extended penis. The eight-inch
penis was indeed magnificent, like a small mountain. Sarah felt a wetness between her legs; she was ready to conquer
this mountain, to make it her own.

The robot knelt before Sarah, resting his head against her knees, kissing her knees, and parting
her legs with his lips. The light was dim, but Sarah knew her private parts were completely exposed to the robot's eyes
. His eyes could scrutinize everything, a feeling that excited Sarah even more.

"Do you feel uncomfortable having sex with a robot?" the robot asked softly.

Am I? " Having sex with a machine, I think it's more exciting.

" "I understand," the robot continued its self-indulgent sweet talk, "You can think of me as your closest
person, or as a perfect, real man."

Well, maybe what attracts me isn't his robotic side, but his masculinity, like how he looks
like Kyle.

Sarah's nipples hardened, and she put one into the robot's mouth. The robot's lips sucked on
the areola, its tongue rapidly flicking the nipple. Sarah's breathing quickened, and
when the robot bit her nipple with its teeth, Sarah finally couldn't help but cry out.

His tongue was so agile and skilled; he was still a rookie robot, probably a virgin…
…no, this guy had already had sex twice today.

"Who's the prettiest Sarah Connor you've met today?" Sarah asked sourly.

"Of course, it's you."

No sincerity at all, Sarah thought. But then she suddenly felt she believed the robot wasn't lying, and she
became happy again.

The robot's thigh pressed against Sarah's legs, rubbing forward forcefully, forcing Sarah to lift her legs. Sarah simply
placed her feet on the robot's shoulders, raising her buttocks, and, taking advantage of the situation, tightened her legs,
trapping its eight-inch penis between them. The robot wasn't in a hurry; its large penis rubbed slowly against the base of Sarah's thighs
, its half-suspended testicles rhythmically tapping against Sarah's mons pubis under the precise control of the central computer.

Sarah felt herself overflowing, about to burst forth, so she released the robot's penis, sliding her
legs down from the robot's shoulders and wrapping them around her waist. She reached out and grasped the enormous penis, aiming it at her vagina, and forcefully
pushed against the robot's buttocks with her legs. Guided by Sarah, the robot entered her tight vagina without resistance.

The robot's penis tentatively moved a few times inside Sarah, and the nano-detector quickly located Sarah's G-
spot. The robot slightly adjusted the position of its penis, the tip slightly raised, pressing against
the vaginal wall near the G-spot. Then, the glans vibrated gently, slowly stimulating the nerve endings around the G-spot.

With Sarah's soft moans, the robot gradually increased the frequency of the glans's vibrations. The speed increased, and Sarah
became increasingly uncontrollable. The robot's hands kneaded Sarah's breasts, its nipples manipulated with a speed far surpassing Kato Taka's
, while simultaneously activating its teleportation function, its lips raining kisses on Sarah's forehead, behind her ears, lips,
neck, and other erogenous zones.

Seeing the moment was ripe, the robot thrust its hips forward, the tip of its penis slamming into the center of the G-spot. Sarah
felt a surge of heat throughout her body, trembling, and was immediately brought to orgasm.

The robot's penis withdrew slightly, creating space to receive Sarah's next climax. As the first wave of orgasm arrived,
Sarah's vagina began to contract, gripping the robot's penis tightly, drawing it deeper into her vagina. The robot thrust forward
, its penis reaching deep into the vagina, guiding the waves to lap at the G-spot.

As the waves receded after washing over the embankment, the robot's penis withdrew, retreating all the way to the entrance. At that moment,
a second orgasm arrived, the vagina contracted again, and the robot thrust in again with the flow of the waves… This cycle repeated itself,
the robot pumping in and out according to the contractions and relaxations of Sarah's vagina, amplifying the sensations. Sarah felt wave after wave of pleasure,
each one more intense than the last, the orgasms continuous, the peaks overlapping, the pleasure constantly reaching new heights.

The robot adjusted the frequency and depth of its thrusts, discovering that Sarah's orgasms had reached
the limit of her physical endurance. So it stopped amplifying the sensations and instead reversed its course, withdrawing when the vagina contracted and
advancing when it relaxed, controlling Sarah's orgasms to gradually and smoothly subside. Simultaneously, a milky white liquid spurted from the tip of its penis
, evenly spreading throughout the vagina, soothing the post-orgasmic soreness.

After a long while, Sarah's climax subsided   . She curled up in the robot's arms with her eyes closed, only to hear the robot
say, "Darling, my mission is complete. I have to go." "Go? Why do you have to go?" Sarah immediately snapped back to reality.   "You didn't watch the DVD carefully," the robot joked. "At the end of every movie, even a good robot has to finish over."   "But your mission isn't finished yet!" Sarah frantically reached out, only to accidentally grab the robot's eight-inch penis. "One time might not be enough to get pregnant; we need to do it a few more times."   "Actually, my mission was to spend a wonderful Valentine's Day night with you. Until we meet again." The robot said, its form gradually fading until it disappeared completely, leaving only a realistically crafted, comfortable, eight-inch-long dildo in Sarah's hand.   A pink card appeared where the robot had disappeared. Sarah picked it up and read:   "Happy Valentine's Day, Mom! I hope you like my gift." —John Connor [The End]





















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