Jonathan seemed to be tired of the sun, and put his hand on his forehead weakly, trying to block the glare of the sun's invasion of his eyes.

This is the world of 1995, where babies born after World War II have grown up, and the people who started the counterculture movement have also been changed by life. Neoliberal Economistism ushered the United States into a new era.

In such a life, with the end of the Cold War that shocked the world, social decline was accompanied by the rise of ideology, and economic recovery made society begin to pursue excitement.

The punk culture that has developed in the last decade has abandoned the critical cultural movement and has become a strong rebellious spirit and defiant character.

Just like now, when it was supposed to be class time, the skatepark under the sun was full of young people of all sizes, playing heavy metal music in the stereos, and tirelessly stepping on skateboards in the noise.

Jonathan looked out of place in such a scene, because suits and leather shoes were always so conspicuous in a field full of studded leather jumps.

Jonathan's khaki suit has an old-fashioned and casual look, like a stereotypical aristocratic afternoon drink, but they drink Coke.

The old-fashioned atmosphere made Jonathan walk in a fixed direction, and the sun seemed to dazzle him, not seeing a blonde teenager in front of him saying goodbye to his friend with a skateboard.

The teenager, who was walking backwards, crashed into Jonathan's arms, and the skateboard went straight between Jonathan's legs.

"Oh! Sorry sir! ”

The boy threw away the skateboard in a panic and helped Jonathan, who was covering his lower body, to sit on the side of the shady.

The panicked teenager reached out and scratched his otherwise flowing blonde hair, and the fluffy hair suddenly intertwined with each other.

"Oh sir, I'm sorry, don't go tell my parents......"

The teenager who made the mistake seemed to be afraid of his parents' punishment, and was about to say something, when he suddenly raised his head and looked behind Jonathan, and asked in surprise, "Are you a friend of this gentleman?" ”

Jonathan turned around, but didn't see anyone, and when he looked back, the little guy in front of him had already run away with his skateboard.

The boy didn't run away alone, another red-haired teenager with a wolf tail and curly hair on his head had already started his small motorcycle.

Amid the roar of the engine, the teenager who made the mistake is taken away from the skatepark by his friends.

The red-haired teenager screwed the accelerator and let the bike drive in the driveway.

There weren't many vehicles at noon, so after running a distance, the red-haired boy asked excitedly, "John, did you get it?" ”

"Of course, just look at his clothes and know that he's a rich guy!"

Under a bridge hole, the motorcycle was thrown aside, and the two teenagers excitedly began to share the spoils.

The teenager named John pulls out the wallet he stole from Jonathan, and when he opens it, the two can't help but praise the money.

In the wallet are neatly arranged by the old-fashioned British, so that people can judge the true value of the bills with a few simple glances.

The red-haired boy suppressed his excitement and shouted, "So much! That's enough time for us to play in the game center for a year! ”

"Nope! Cole, and this! ”

Connor pulled a card from his wallet, which was clearly a stilted British credit card.

"Bring me the bag on the motorcycle."

Opening the backpack, which was completely devoid of books, John pulled out an electronic contraption that was clearly handmade.

Sticking his credit card into the card reader and seeing the simple feedback from the LCD screen, John clenched his fists excitedly.

Without saying a word, the two teenagers drove their motorcycles to the game center, but instead of going inside, they went around and parked their motorcycles next to the ATM machine outside the building.

"Cole!"

John gestured sideways to his buddy, and Cole quickly turned around and blocked the side of the ATM's bayone.

Chewing gum, John then stuffed the credit card with the small cable attached to it into the card slot, and after the system popped up the input command, he plugged the other end of the cable into his body computer.

Maybe it can't be called a computer, it should be a decoder. After John entered the instructions, he quickly began to exhaust the attempt.

"Hurry up, John. It's been too long. ”

Cole urges John, but John looks around nonchalantly, calmly waiting for the decoder to finish decoding.

"5456, that's it."

John then proceeded to withdraw the money, taking out all of the card's limit for the day.

Cole took the impression and changed his position, and asked, "Who did you learn this from?" ”

"My mother, my biological mother."

Holding a thick stack of bills, John pulled the card out of the ATM with a rough cable, then spit out his chewing gum and shoved it into the card slot.

"Let's go!"

The two pressed the pleasure in their hearts, but they couldn't help but trot up excitedly.

In the corner of no one, the two of them each turned their backpacks to their chests, and John took the banknotes and began to divide the spoils.

After you and I finished dividing one by one, Cole became worried and asked, "We're not going to have an accident, there's thousands of dollars here, and I don't want to go to the juvenile detention center." ”

John said nonchalantly: "An old-fashioned Englishman, even if he calls the police, he will only be laughed at by stupid policemen." If you want to catch us, at least they'll have to wait until they put cameras on the ATMs. ”

Zipping his backpack, John put his hand on Cole's shoulder and said to his friend seriously, "Remember, don't spend it all at once." ”

"Don't worry, I can only play ten dollars of game currency for a day. By the time I beat all the games, I won't be able to spend even two big bills. ”

"Okay, let's go play."

Under the ample air-conditioning of the arcade, John couldn't help but shiver, after that, he ran to the store and asked himself for an ice cream before starting to shop slowly.

When John turned to leave, the ice cream boy changed, Jonathan unceremoniously folded four ice cream scoops for himself, and handed the ice cream scoop in his hand to the normally sized soap waiting on the side.

Jonathan said, "It tastes good, but I recommend not opting for fluorescent ice cream." There may be some radioactive material added to it. ”

"Radioactive material?"

Jonathan thought that the other party was worried, and said comfortingly: "Rest assured, the 'Atomic Energy Laboratory Gift Bag' toys have been fully recycled in 1952, but it still feels a little dangerous, and the fluorescent dyes of this era are still unsafe." ”

However, Soap didn't care, and walked straight to the side of the basin of ice cream, and said, "Such a good thing, I have to take it back and share it with my brothers, nuclear ice cream, it's exciting to think about!" ”

Jonathan reacted at this time, the other party can't be treated as an ordinary person.

Applying a refill spell to his ice cream, Jonathan said, "That little guy is John Connor." ”

Scooping up a scoop of ice cream for himself, Soap said, "Do you want me to protect him?" ”

"No, no, no."

Jonathan hovered the ice cream on his chest, shook out his left hand, and the watch was engraved with the magic of time, and after repeated confirmation, Jonathan said, "He is the circular node of this world, and the timeline that appears in a ring is forced to wrap around him." ”

After digging a large piece of ice cream for himself and dividing the ice cream into many small pieces with a saber, Soap said, "Say something I can understand." ”

"It's not time for you to do it yet."

10-year-old John Connor looks like a sunny boy, but his mother, Sarah Connor, raises him as the future savior of humanity.

So John Connor never went to school, and followed his mother to learn all kinds of firearms, mechanics, electronics, and explosives.

Sarah brought her children to war-torn places in this world, so as a child, John saw the cruel side of this world.

But when Sarah Connor was arrested and imprisoned in a psychiatric hospital for the attack on the electronics research center, John Connor had no choice but to accept the adoption.

He doesn't know if his mother is mentally ill or not, or if the legendary robot killer exists.

His mother's savior-like demands and restraints, and in the new family, the misfitted John can only cover up his helplessness and confusion with rebellious behavior.

Sarah's excessive maternal love makes John feel breathless at times, and he feels suffocated by the new family's tolerance for him.

So getting into trouble has become John's daily routine, and stealing credit cards is even more commonplace.

John can only spend himself in the game, anesthetizing his past with video games.

Just as John was piloting Sega's mock arcade machine and flying the F14, his little friend quickly got in his way.

"John, there's a note looking for you. Look ......

Looking back from Cole's shoulder, sure enough, a guy in a police uniform was holding up a photo and asking.

Someone pointed out John's location to the police, which prompted John to immediately grab his bag and start running.

John began to run as hard as he could, he didn't know where he was going to flee, he couldn't fall into the hands of the police anyway.

After pushing open a fire door, John was stunned by two people eating ice cream against the wall.

Jonathan held up the ice cream he would never finish and asked, "How did you come to me to pay me back?" ”

John subconsciously wanted to defend himself and said, "Sir, I didn't steal your money, I just picked it up." ”

"You just picked up my wallet and swiped $3,000 along the way?"

The police officer behind him and the two people blocking the road in front of him made John stretch out his hands as if he was resigned to his fate, and approached Jonathan as if he was ready to surrender.

However, Jonathan stuffed the ice cream in his hand into John's body and looked at the police officer who also pushed open the door.

When the police saw John, they rushed at a speed beyond the limits of humans, and his hands began to liquefy into metal cones.

"Soap, it's your turn!"

In an instant, the magic that limited the size of the soap body was lifted, and the nearly three-meter-tall humanoid weapon rushed towards the menacing police.

With a single punch, the policeman's head was knocked off.

However, the policeman did not die, and his head burst open like plasticine, revealing the silver metal underneath.

(End of chapter)