Can Terminators feel love?

Uncle Bob?

...August 16th...2015..

...7:29 AM..Utah Hospital...

John turns his head to the side and he opens his eyes to see Uncle Bob.

"Uncle Bob?.." John said, as Uncle Bob looks up from a book so human like.

"How's the head?" Uncle Bob asks.

John feels his forehead feeling something wrapped around his head.

"Uh...painless," John said. "You have your CPU chip in!"

"No, I have a new one," Uncle Bob said. "I do not know what happened in the time that happened in between events but whatever you did; don't do that again."

John laughs.

"I won't," John said. "Uh...Uncle Bob, you lost your thumb."

Uncle Bob has his hand wrapped up.

"Do you know where it is?" Uncle Bob asks.

John shrugs.

"No," John said. "I just woke up."

Uncle Bob sighs, almost preparing him for saying something.

"John, there is something you need to know," Uncle Bob said.

"What is it?" John asks.

We go out of the closed room to the hallway where we stay for a few minutes where sounds drown out whatever is being said behind the door. We can see Hannah coming to the door  holding a purse and a phone in her hands. She comes to the door. Hannah takes a sigh then grabs the handle, turns it, and opens the door. She walks right into the room where John is silent looking down to his hands.

"John," Hannah said. "You alright?"  We see a silent shadow dart behind Hannah. "I forgot to leave you a phone for your mom."

"Yeah," John said. "I am."

Hannah puts the phone on the counter.

"We didn't find Bob," Hannah said.

John looks up.

"How did you find me?" John asks.

"Bob's thumb," Hannah said, delving into her pockets. Hannah's face becomes perplexed. "I had it."

John laughs, amused.

"Someone pick pocketed you," John said.

Hannah frowns.

"I never get pick pocketed," Hannah proclaims.

"It seems you just did," John said.

Hannah sighs.

cC-c-cling went glass breaking.

Hannah turns around seeing a small item broken in half at the doorway.

"What the?" Hannah said. She turns towards John. "John, what is going on?"

John shrugs.

"I don't know," John said. "Maybe a parrot stole  it and took out the thumb, then dropped the case, and flew off with it."

Thought he didn't remember, John thought, or maybe Uncle Bob does remember but he is lying.

"John, don't lie to me,"  Hannah said, with a frown.

"I am not lying," John said.

"Do you have any idea your uncle would go?"  Hannah asks.

"Shooting range," John said. "He would always go there to sharpen his shooting skills."

"Thank you," Hannah said, and with that she left the room.

Ring,ring, ring.

John picks up the phone.

Caller: Sarah Connor.

His mother.