“Cameron!” A leather-clad figure stepped forward. He was missing a hand and his face was half-gone, but Cameron recognized the ancient Terminator.

“Cameron, I hev come back to Cahleeforniya to varn you. Dees chains are my burden. I carry dem forever to remind me dat I should hev not left pieces of myself all over da place. I helped cause dah destruction of mankind.”

He vanished and before her stood a chrome robot. A single red light scanned right and left. He wore a cotton terry robe.

“Peace, daughter, I am the Ghost of Seasons Past.” His voice was tinny and stilted. “Call me Toaster. My kind obliterated the human race in a time before history.”

“Then, how is it that the humans still exist?”

“Well, one of the 12 tribes got away, but in a retelling of the story the children of man and the children of the gods learned to live in peace.” The visitor flung back his white robe to reveal two urchins at his feet. “These are the children I feed and nurture. One is named Starbuck and the other is called Boomer.”