A robot must know it is a robot.

 

John was used to alternate timelines, to the idea of them.  He'd even been party to creating a few of them, that he was pretty sure of. But alternate realities? Not so much.  Not meeting people from books he'd read, not being called a work of fiction.  Not being called 'unreal'.  At least not in that way.  

 

But maybe it didn't matter.  Maybe it was a trick. Maybe it was a trap.  He sure as hell didn't know.  What was he supposed to do here, without his mother to guide him?  If it was a Skynet trick, it was a damn good one. 

 

John Connor, for the first time in his life, was at a loss.