Kari Farrell, recently taken into custody, has broken out of the Philadelphia jail that held her. According to several witnesses, she punched through a wall with her bare fists and tossed aside guards “like they were made of paper mache.” Photos from bystanders also reveal that in the melee, part of Farrell’s face was blown off, revealing an adamantine endoskeleton.
This is really interesting, for several reasons.
This might not be Kari at all. As we’ve seen in the recently-cancelled TV show, TOK series Terminators are often modeled on specific humans. This unit might have already killed Kari and assumed her identity. If that’s the case, then who knows how long the world lost the “real” Kari?
Many people from Kari’s past (including myself) have noted a profound difference in her attitude towards other people between then and now. What happened? Well, maybe it’s because she’s been replaced by a cybernetic killing machine from the future. Read the rest of this entry »
Editor’s note: If you haven’t read about Kari before, some of her further adventures are being discussed here.
I met Kari Ferrell six years ago, in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Seattle. She was sixteen then. She almost got killed trying to save a kitten from getting run over by a mail truck. The truck swerved and the driver shouted. Kari stayed there, kneeling in the street, holding the kitten to her face and sobbing. I helped her up and offered to walk her home. She kept the kitchen clutched in her arms. A few steps later, she named it Mahatma.
We hadn’t made it past Pike and Broadway before some heroin-chic suburban high-school dropout accosted us and asked us for spare change. The kid walked alongside us, muttering some ridiculous story about lung cancer. Kari stopped, opened her purse, and gave the homeless kid everything she had, which looked like it amounted to about two hundred dollars. When I realized what was happening, I tried to stop her, but the scammer had already taken off. (I saw him in line later at Dick’s, waiting on a hamburger.)
As we walked on, I stole glances at this beautiful kid walking beside me. She had so much heart, so much potential. She could be anything, really. But I also knew it wasn’t going to be long before the cold cruel world swallowed her up. I figured I’d do something nice for Kari, while I still had her in my orbit.
“Do you like movies?” I asked her.
“I’m not allowed to see any,” she said. “I’m being raised on a commune run by a sociey that hates all technology. I just ran away yesterday, because it finally got unbearable when –”
“Oh, shaddap,” I said, giving her a friendly smack on the back of her round little head. “I’m gonna teach you a few things, kid.” Read the rest of this entry »
Kari Farrell, recently taken into custody, has broken out of the Philadelphia jail that held her. According to several witnesses, she punched through a wall with her bare fists and tossed aside guards “like they were made of paper mache.” Photos from bystanders also reveal that in the melee, part of Farrell’s face was blown off, revealing an adamantine endoskeleton.
Editor’s note: If you haven’t read about Kari before, some of her further adventures are being discussed 
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