We blind ourselves to the truth, because we are weak, because we hope. But there is no hope for love. Love ends in betrayal.
The unknown future rolls toward us. I face it for the first time with a sense of hope, because if a machine, a Terminator, can learn the value of human life, maybe we can too.
I dream of a world where hope replaces fear. A world where a murdered man can stand in court to face his murderer. Where a crippled soldier, shrapnel in his spine can be killed, healed, then brought back to life to walk again.