Terminator 3: Hunt

The T-X peeled up portions of the metal of the hood as easily as a human might peel the rind off a citrus fruit. Beneath lay the machinery of the engine. Into it she extended her hand. Its end reconfigured, the liquid metal skin assuming its natural silvery sheen and drawing back, revealing the tools and weapon heads there.
	The T-X had truly been designed to be the ultimate weapon of destruction for twentieth-century time-jumping operations. In addition to the hardened battle chassis required by most Terminator units, she had the broadest array of internal weapons known to a Skynet unit. She possessed a liquid metal skin, adapted from the T-1000 design, that allowed her to imitate the appearance of just about any human alive or dead, real or fictitious. And then there was a final boon, apparati that would allow her to control vehicles remotely.
	From her arm poured streams of material. Some were nanites, microscopic robots with very simple programming. Some were cables with musclelike flexion and retraction functions. Some were radio transceivers, others sensors, others connectors. Following her broadcast dictates, they distributed themselves through the engine, into the transmission, into the brakes, configuring themselves so that in minutes they became a fully realized set of remote-controlled servos and cameras.
	She also retained a transceiver and connected it through nanite chain to her central processor. It wouldn’t increase her transmission range much, just to a few hundred yards. But that would be sufficient for the next stage of her plan.
	When she was done, she released the steering wheel. The truck, now a very primitive robot slaved to her instructions, continued down the road at its designated rate of speed.