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Easy money! |
Where'd you learn all this stuff? |
So she's pretty cool, huh? |
Actually, no, she's a complete psycho. That's why she's up at Pescedero. She tries to blow up a computer factory, but she got shot and arrested. |
No shit? |
Yeah, she's a total loser. C'mon, let's check out the 7Eleven, whatya say? |
Now don't take this the wrong way, but you are a terminator, right? |
Yes. Cyberdyne Systems, Model 101. |
No way! |
Holy shit... you're really real! I mean... whoah! You're, uh... like a machine underneath, right... but sort of alive outside? |
I'm a cybernetic organism. Living tissue over a metal endoskeleton. |
This in intense. Get a grip, John. Okay, uh... you're not here to kill me... I figured that part out for myself. So what's the deal? |
My mission is to protect you. |
Yeah? Who sent you? |
You did. Thirty years from now you reprogrammed me to be your protector here, in this time. |
So this other guy? He's a terminator too, right, like you? |
Not like me. A T1000. Advanced prototype. A mimetic polyalloy. |
What does that mean? |
Liquid metal. |
Radical. |
You are targeted for termination. The T1000 will not stop until it complete its mission. Ever. |
Where we going? |
We have to leave the city, immediately. And avoid the authorities. |
Can I stop by my house? |
Negative. The T1000 will definitely try to reacquire you there. |
You sure? |
I would. |
I'm right here. I'm fine. What's the dog's name? |
Max. |
I need a minute here, okay? You're telling me it can imitate anything it touches? |
Anything it samples by physical contact. |
Like it could disguise itself as anything... a pack of cigarettes? |
No. Only an object of equal size. |
Well, why doesn't become a bomb or something to get me? |
It can't form complex machines. Guns and explosives have chemicals, moving parts. It doesn't work that way. But it can form solid metal shapes. |
We spent a lot of time in Nicaragua... places like that. For a while she was with this crazy exGreen Beret guy, running guns. Then there were some other guys. She'd shack up with anybody she could learn from. So then she could teach me how to be this great military leader. Then she gets busted and it's like... sorry kid, your mom's a psycho. Didn't you know? It's like... everything I'd been brought up to believe was just madeup fantasy, right? I hated her for that. But everything she said was true. We gotta get her out of there. |
Negative. The T1000's highest probability for success now would be to copy Sarah Connor and wait for you to make contact with her. |
Oh, great. And what happens to her? |
Typically, the subject being copied is terminated. |
TERMINATED!? Shit! Why didn't you tell me? We gotta right now! |
Negative. She is not a mission priority. |
Yeah, well fuck you, she's a priority to me! |
Oww! Why'd you do that? |
You told me to. |
You have to do what I say?! |
That is one of my mission parameters. |
Prove it... stand on one foot. |
Jesus... you were gonna kill that guy! |
Of course. I'm a terminator. |
Listen to me, very carefully, okay? You're not a terminator any more. Alright? You got that? You can't just go around killing people! |
Why? |
Whattaya mean, why? 'Cause you can't! |
Why? |
You just can't, okay? Trust me on this. |
Now remember, you're not gonna kill anyone, right? |
Right. |
Swear. |
What? |
Just say "I swear I won't kill anyone." |
Everything. |
Cool. |
Does it hurt? |
I sense injuries. The data could be called pain. |
How long do you live? I mean, last? |
A hundred and twenty years on my existing power cell. |
Affirmative. |
No, no, no. You gotta listen to the way people talk. See, you don't say like "Affirmative" or some shit like that. You say... no problemo. |
It someone comes off to you with an attitude, you say "eat me"... if you wanna shine them on, it's "Hasta la vista, baby". |
"Hasta la vista, baby"? |
Yeah, or "later, dickwad." Or if someone gets upset you say "chill out." Like that. Or you can do combinations. |
Chill out, dickwad. |
That's great! See, you're getting it. |
No problemo. |
And that's another thing. You could lighten up a bit, yourself. This severe routine is getting old. Smile once in a while. |
Smile? |
Yeah. Smile. You know. People smile, right? Watch. |
We're not gonna make it, are we? People, I mean. |
It is in your nature to destroy yourselves. |
Excellent. |
Yeah, I thought you'd like this place. |
Not even of dying? |
No. |
You don't feel any emotion about it one way or the other? |
No. I have to stay functional until my mission is complete. Then it doesn't matter. |
Torque wrench please. |
Here. I wish I coulda met my real dad. |
You will. |
Yeah. I guess so. My mom says when I'm, like, 45, I think, I send him back through time to 1984. But right now he hasn't even been born yet. Man, is messes with your head. Where's that other bolt? Thanks. Mom and him were only together for one night, but she still loves him, I guess. I see her crying sometimes. She denies it totally, of course. Like she says she got something in her eye. |
Why do you cry? |
You mean people? I don't know. We just cry. You know. When it hurts. |
Pain causes it? |
Uhunh, no, it's different... It's when there's nothing wrong with you but you hurt anyway. You get it? |
No. |
Alriight!! My man! |
No problemo. |
"No fate." No fate but what we make. My father told her this... I mean I made him memorize it, up in the future, as a message to her Never mind. Okay, the whole thing goes "The future is not set. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves." |
She intends to change the future somehow. |
I guess, yeah Oh shit!! |
Dyson. |
Yeah, gotta be! Miles Dyson! She's gonna blow him away! |
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