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3 billion human lives ended on August 29th, 1997.
The survivors of the nuclear fire called the war Judgment Day.
They lived only to face a new nightmare, the war against the Machines...
Skynet, the computer which controlled the machines, sent two terminators back through time.
Their mission: to destroy the leader of the human Resistance... John Connor. My son.
The first terminator was programmed to strike at me, in the year 1984... before John was born. It failed.
The second was set to strike at John himself, when he was still a child.
As before, the Resistance was able to send a lone warrior. A protector for John.
It was just a question of which one of them would reach him first...
Watching John with the machine, it was suddenly so clear.
The Terminator would never stop, it would never leave him...it would always be there. And it would never hurt him,
never shout at him or get drunk and hit him, or say it couldn't spend time with him because it was too busy.
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.
Tell me again: Hasta la vista baby
I'm sorry, I have been fired the gun accidentally