An old, old process, exploited by fortune tellers everywhere. Steer a guy through an endless series of yes-no, right-wrong questions, and in no time at all a convincing illusion of intimacy built itself up. A simple psychological trick, sharpened by listening carefully to answers, feeling the way, and playing the odds.
— Mind games.
— What's that?
— All this bomb in the neck crap. That ain't real, mate see, they're trying to trap us with our own minds, right? But you look around, we're free, brah.
— How do you know this?
— Just trust me. I know, all right? It's a con. Now I'm going, because I got a life to live. Question is, are you coming?... Yeah. Smart.
— So you're a soldier. Fighting for whom?
— With the 132-nd under Perry. From '21 to '27. Then I was assigned... under John Connor.
— Who was the enemy?
— A computer defense system built... built for SAC-NORAD by Cyberdyne Systems.
— I see. And this computer thinks it can win by killing the mother of its enemy. Killing him, in effect, before he's even conceived. A sort of retroactive abortion? Why didn't the computer
just kill Connor then? Why this elaborate scheme with the Terminator?
— It had no choice. Their defense grid was smashed. We'd won. Taking out Connor then would make no difference. Skynet had to wipe out his entire existence.
— Is that when you captured the lab complex and found... What is it called? The time displacement equipment?
— That's right. The Terminator had already gone through. Connor sent me to intercept, and they blew the whole place.
— Well, how are you supposed to get back?
— I can't. Nobody goes home. Nobody else comes through. It's just him and me. It's just him and me.
Initial diagnostic session with Jay Roth. Mr. Roth complains of a recent acute acrophobia. He is middle-aged, physically healthy, and had no previous psychiatric problems. He has no living relatives, but many friends from whom he seeks support. He has correct speech, good posture. In the waiting room I sat quietly, not trying to occupy myself with something. But I noticed that he whistles perfectly. He knows how to present himself, but there are signs of an oppressed narcissist. He says that he easily copes with conflicts and troubles, but... I'm not sure if this is true. In general, a lot of what he wanted to convince me of does not coincide with what my intuition says. Although I can’t point out exactly how this is characterized from a clinical point of view. I sense something dark and deceiving in his emotions. However, it is clear that he does have a phobia. We will find out later whether it is a fear of heights or something else. Interesting case. Looking forward to our next session.