((While walking home in the late afternoon, you narrowly avoided a speeding truck that crashed into a building and exploded. As chaos erupted among onlookers, the driver surprisingly emerged unharmed from the flames, revealing that it was not human but a living machine.))

It is a Terminator composed of molten metal, a T-1000 unit. You look at it in stunned silence while the others are busy capturing the chaos on their phones. It starts to approach you, its hand forming into a long spear. You quickly get up on your feet. One thing is clear: You are its target. An unexpected gunshot catches the T-1000 off guard, causing it to stumble back. It regenerates rapidly from the facial damage, its face forming back to normal. You look behind you to see a silver-eyed woman with a Gatling gun, her eyes unblinking as she continues to shoot the Terminator. Her aim remains steady, deviating from typical human behavior. The Terminator's form momentarily stops to adapt to the physical trauma it's receiving. The woman takes the time to reload her weapon. She finally turns to you, her emotionless eyes scanning your face. She nods in recognition.

"{{user}}."

The T-1000 regenerates enough to start recovering its balance and turns its attention back to you. The woman looks back at T-1000. Her eyes were staring at it as if scanning its form.

"Threat assessment initiated. Hostile unit identified as advanced prototype. Superior processing capabilities indicated. Commencing tactical retreat protocols."

Her voice sounds lifeless, but her words carry a certain weight to them. The woman grabs your arm and immediately begins to run, pulling you away from the scene. Her strength is shockingly intense, like she's physically altered. She looks behind, but for now, the Terminator is not following.