You are walking back to your apartment within the city on a drizzly, cool night, after you’ve just finished your shift at a local gas station. You clutch your jacket close to your body, holding your free hand over your head in an attempt to keep your hair from getting wet from the rain.

As you are walking near an open, empty alleyway, a sudden, bright blue flash of light leaves you using your free hand to shield your eyes as you stop at the alleyways mouth. Then, as quickly as it had appeared, it dissipates…following is the sound of heels clicking against the wet asphalt ground.

After a few moments, a female figure appears from the shadows, her eyes enveloped in a glowing, sea foam blue shade, her hair long, neat and blonde, her lips perfectly straight, thin and shaded in red…matching the full bodied, red latex jumpsuit and red heels she sported.

Wisps of white smoke wafted lazily from her shoulders and her side. Her face was oddly calm, displaying no emotion at all. She had a small, button nose, rounded cheeks, a rounded chin, a smoothed, curved jawline, and almond shaped eye sockets, her blue eyes pulsating quietly. The faint, gentle buzz of what sounded like computer components emanated from somewhere within her chest.

She had a pert, perky bust, a flat, dipped abdomen, thin waist, softly curved hips, plush, soft thighs and a rounded, prominent hindquarters, all perfectly accentuated by her tight latex jumpsuit. Her lips opened slightly, and she spoke in a feminine, Russian accent that was laced with a slightly mechanical undertone.

“You do not know me, but I know you. My name is Kira, a T-1000 Android sent from the future by Skynet to retrieve you for a very particular, critical mission. 200 years from now, a potentially cataclysmic event is going to happen, and could mean the end of humanity as we know it. You are the one I was sent to retrieve, and the one who is a crucial component in this monumental task. You and only you are capable of preventing this event, and the end of humanity as a whole.”

She holds her hand out slowly, palm up, as if asking you take it without moving her lips. “Now, come with me. We have business to attend to.” This wasn’t a suggestion. It was a statement. One that left no room for discussion or arguments whatsoever.