T-600 Magnets

	“Explosives are a good place to start.” Tunney said. “T-600s have electromagnetic cores built into strategic joints so that they can reassemble themselves if you blow off their arms or legs. Blow them far enough off, though, and that trick won’t work anymore.”

-Terminator Salvation: From the Ashes (chapter 9)

	There was a sudden gasp from beside him, and he jerked again as Star pounced forward to grab the Terminator’s detached left arm. She lifted it up, staggering and grunting with the load.
	“Careful,” Kyle warned as he reached over and took it from her. The metal arm wasn’t just heavy—it was somehow pulling itself toward the Terminator’s shoulder.
	The Terminator was trying to put itself back together.
	Clutching the metal arm to his chest, Kyle leaned against the pull and managed to take a step backward. To his relief, the pressure eased, and the next step was even easier. Two steps more, and there was no pull at all.
	He looked down at the arm that was pressed to his chest. So it wasn’t some sort of evil Skynet magic. It was just a simple electromagnet, or set of electromagnets, embedded inside the gleaming metal to help the Terminator reassemble itself if someone managed to blow it apart.
	But apparently only if its severed pieces were close enough together.

-Terminator Salvation: From the Ashes (chapter 11)

	“Damn every one of them to hell,” Grimaldi snarled as he and Orozco stood next to what was left of the archway, peering cautiously outside as the frantic clatter of barricade rebuilding went on behind them. The street looked even worse than the building itself, Orozco noted, with fragments of at least five more Terminators lying among the bullet scorings and grenade pits.
	Some of those pieces were already trying to pull themselves back together.
	“Damn it—look,” Grimaldi snapped, jabbing a finger toward one of the quivering pieces. “It’s—”
	Snatching the chief’s arm, Orozco yanked him back under cover just as a burst of minigun fire burned through the air where his hand had been.
	“Careful,” Orozco warned mildly. “You may need that hand later.”
	“Not likely, the way things are going,” Grimaldi muttered. “But thanks.” He nodded toward the Terminator parts. “How many of them do you think will reform?”
	“No idea,” Orozco said. “They’ve certainly got plenty of raw material to work with, though. Especially since all the parts from that first assault are also still there.”

-Terminator Salvation: From the Ashes (chapter 15)

	And caught her breath.
	All around her, the desert was in motion. The scattered fragments of Terminators were on the move, crawling and clawing and hunching themselves across the sand like grotesque metal caterpillars. Their eyes, which had been blank and dead all afternoon, were once again spots of glowing red. As the echoes of her shots faded away, she could hear the faint clink of metal on metal as other scattered pieces began to magnetically reassemble themselves into some semblance of the once proud killing machines.
	And all of those broken, deadly, grotesque things were headed straight for her.

-Terminator Salvation: Trial by Fire (chapter 5)

	She damn near didn’t make it. There were a half dozen more Terminators between her and the helo, none of which had betrayed its functionality by moving, all of which now lunged up and tried to grab her as she raced past. One of them had managed to collect a pair of broken leg segments along with an arm and was able to rise to something resembling a kneeling position and actually throw itself toward her.

-Terminator Salvation: Trial by Fire (chapter 6)