Dr. Gero took over control of the T-800 and witnessed a dramatic scene.
It felt rather strange.
The arrival of these robbers had little to do with Dr. Gero.
He had merely been doing business in the area to raise funds, while maintaining "order" on the side.
He had been wondering how to approach Ivan Vanko and assess just how intelligent he was.
Now he could skip the trouble of making contact.
"Come with me." The T-800 made no unnecessary movements. It simply left him with those words, picked up Anton Vanko's corpse, and strode coolly out the door.
"Do you know me?" Ivan Vanko was bewildered. Though already in his thirties, he had rarely traveled far from home and knew very few people.
The T-800 said nothing and kept walking.
The atmosphere between them instantly grew awkward.
Made entirely of steel, the T-800-1 seemed like an utterly emotionless walking machine.
Poor nutrition had left Ivan Vanko less than robust, and after a few steps, he began struggling to keep up.
Fortunately, Ivan Vanko was not made to walk all the way to Dr. Gero's base.
Click-
The engine started, and the vehicle drove down a country lane.
"If you have any questions, ask." The T-800 gave Ivan a wooden glance.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Gero. This is the robot I built, the T-800-1. You can call me Dr. Gero."
Ivan Vanko nodded. He had questions, but did not know where to begin.
Faced with the T-800's deadpan expression, Ivan instinctively decided to play it safe.
"We're at the base. Get out. I'll help bury your father."
Ivan Vanko gathered his courage. "Why are you helping me?"
Ivan Vanko's question went unanswered because the T-800-1 was no longer being controlled.
A dozen or so minutes later, a middle-aged