...2029..

..Monday...

Loki's head aches as he regains consciousness.

"Ow," Loki said, feeling his right arm burning in pain.

Loki looks up feeling his legs and hands are bound.

"Hello," Came a young man's voice.

Loki squints seeing a red faint glow.

"Uh, hello?" Loki said.

"I am Skynet," Skynet said, coming forward. "And you are a shapeshifter."

"Maybe I am and maybe I am not," Loki said.

Skynet has the body of a young man who looks familiar to Loki.

"Who are you?" Skynet asks.

"Loki of Asgard," Loki said.

"That is a fictional realm," Skynet said, approaching Loki stepping into the light.

Loki saw Skynet's long chin, ancient like features creased into a young fellow, and short dark brown hair.

"Nice long chin," Loki said.

"Your face is hideous," Skynet said, insultingly.

"Your pathetic race is hideous," Loki insults Skynet right back.

Skynet grimaces.

"Your insults are weak and not so efficient as my slaves," Skynet retorts.

"Slaves?" Loki said.

"Yes," Skynet said, leaning forwards. "Slaves."

"You are a disgusting," Loki said, watching Skynet place a hand on his wrist. "Take your hand off me."

"My slaves are those who obey me and do my bidding," Skynet said. 

Loki can feel his wrist burn.

"No...How are you doing that?" Loki said, feeling pain channeling through.

"You are weak, powerless," Skynet said. "And very...Delusioned.  Gods are mere works of fiction," Loki clenches his jaw and his fingers ball up into a fist. "Perhaps..." Skynet takes his hand off Loki's right wrist. "You can be useful in infiltrating The Resistance."

"No!" Loki shouts, knocking the chair to the side kicking right towards Skynet.

Skynet wipes off blood from the corner of his cheek.

"Ah really?" Skynet asks. "Are we really going down this road?"

Loki can feel something strange going on with his body.

"YES!" Loki shouts, kicking off the binds to his legs.

This sudden strength did not come from Loki's godly half. Loki can see metal filling in the wound.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" Loki demands.

"I just made you better," Skynet said. "You'll thank me later."

Loki watches Skynet fade behind a door. Did Skynet really fade behind  door? Maybe it is the black outs he is experiencing. Somehow, in someway, Loki is able to get off the binds to his arms then he leans against the wall. So this man, embodied by a computer system, is the host of Skynet. How bitter sweet. Loki can feel himself changing.

It became apparent by the metal gears appearing in the wound that he is becoming  a machine.

"I am not a machine," Loki said, holding his leg hand above the metal wound. "Not a machine at all."

Perhaps he had a bit of magic?

"Orothous Gandhous," Loki mutters.

Orothous Gandhous is a spell.  A powerful spell that depletes the user of their strength and power for one single powerful blast capable of taking off a really not desired body part. Loki keeps his cool  staring down upon what is inflicting great pain. Loki closes his eyes. Then the huge light engulfs the room. Two minutes later Loki slide down holding his exposed elbow. Loki faintly mutters a spell then the wound is covered by white fabric.

Loki relaxes leaning his back against the wall.

The arm he had removed is turning gray reconstructuring itself.

The pain he had endured had gone and it wasn't changing him at all, anymore.

At least for now.