A face from the future

You see it's all clear
you were meant to be here
...from the beginning
-ELP


Yesterday afternoon i went to have that intercambio with Nieves. Thirty. Super smart. Her eyes flickered back and forth. She learns so fast. Too fast. I kept looking at her eyes flicker. Something was wrong. And while she dressed a little mousy and could use some skin cream for the dry skin on her forehead, she had a set of hooters that were outrageous. Not too big but very round. Like they were surgically enhanced. But she didn't grab me as the type of gal who would do that. And then it hit me like a brick - she was a terminator sent from the future for some diabolical purpose.

"Then why the hell would she need to learn English?" asked American Laura.

"Because she's not here for English. She's here for me. They know i'm an English teacher. Taking classes would be the easiest way to fine me!"

"Do you have a fever?" She asked.

"No. She might be here to make sure i do the things i have done."

"What?"

True Story: In 2003, Momentum Consulting, otherwise known as me, consulted on a DOD Robotics Program and sold the idea of using a site in Wyoming in conjunction with Senator Thomas' office, a (R) Senator. We won the contract. It's since been renewed to the tume of tens of millions of dollars. Unmanned planes, unmanned tanks etc. Right after the deal closed i had nightmares about Terminator stuff. Terrifying really.


Darth told me not to worry, that they were just dreams. But a mere three year slater she'd turn into machinery and metal herself! Aghhh!


So what do they want with me now? Should i do what i normally do or not do what i normally do? Which one leads to the rise of the machines??? Damn you, temporal time travel paradox!!!!!

I have to stop her. And we all know the only way to do that is with a large quantity of phosphorous nitrate, the only thing that will burn this futuristic alloy.

Burn baby burn.

Man, I hate the holidays. It's always something. If it's not the flu, it's killer robots sent back through time from the future. Well, we don't call it Ludachrismas for no reason.