Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear. The Terminator would never stop. It would never leave him. It would never hurt him, never shout at him, or get drunk and hit him, or say it was too busy to spend time with him. It would always be there. And it would die to protect him. Of all the would-be fathers who came and went over the years, this thing, this machine was the only one who measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice.
Should I tell you about your father? Boy, that’s a tough one. Will it effect your decision to send him here, knowing that he is your father? If you don’t send Kyle, you can never be. God, a person could go crazy thinking about this. I suppose I will tell you. I owe him that. Maybe it’ll help if you know that in the few hours that we had together, we loved a lifetime’s worth.