You are all my children, and you’re lost, because you follow blind leaders. These false gods, systems of the weak, they’ve ruined my world. No more.
Our foe did not come only to destroy our things or our people. They came to desecrate a way of life. To foul our beliefs, trample our freedom. And in this, not only did they fail, they granted us the greatest gift. A chance at our rebirth. We will rise. Renewed. Stronger and united. This is our time, our chance to get back to the best of who we are.
You can wipe out a generation of people, you can burn their homes to the ground, and somehow they’ll still come back. But if you destroy their achievements and their history, then it’s like they never existed. Just ash floating. That’s what Hitler wants. And it’s the one thing we simply can’t allow.
Don’t be too proud of this technological terror you’ve constructed. The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force.
There is a storm on the horizon. A time of hardship and pain. This battle has been won, but the war against the machines rages on. Skynet’s global network remains strong. But we will not quit until all of it is destroyed. This is John Connor. There is no fate but what we make.