Listen, and understand! That Terminator is out there! It can’t be bargained with. It can’t be reasoned with. It doesn’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead.
Pain can be controlled. You just disconnect it.
I came across time for you, Sarah. I love you. I always have.
Remember the message? “The future is not set. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves.”
It was over. Skynet was gone. And now one road has become many. Though questions remain, we’ll search for the answers together. But one thing we know for sure. The future is not set.
You wanna know the difference between us and the machines? We bury our dead. But no one is coming to bury you.
Thank you, Sarah, for your courage through the dark years. I can’t help you with what you must soon face, except to say you that the future is not set. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves. You must be stronger than you imagine you can be. You must survive, or I will never exist.
Terminators only come from one place, the future.
Come with me if you wanna live.
Before they died, my parents told me stories of how the world once was. What it was like long before I was born. Before the war with the machines. They remembered a green world, vast and beautiful. Filled with laughter and hope for the future. But it’s a world I never knew. By the time I was born, all this was gone.
