— Hold on. Are you injured? Are you shot? Do exactly what I say. Exactly. Don't move unless I say. Don't make a sound unless I say. Do you understand? Do you understand?
— Yes! Please don't hurt me.
— I'm here to help you. I'm Reese. Sergeant Tech-Com. DN38416. Assigned to protect you. You've been targeted for termination.
— This is a mistake. I didn't do anything.
— No, but you will. It's very important that you live.
— This isn't true. How could that man just get up after you...
— It's not a man. A machine. A Terminator. Cyberdyne Systems model 101.
— A machine? Like a robot?
— Not a robot. A cyborg. Cybernetic organism.
— No. He was bleeding.
— The Terminator's an infiltration unit. Part man, part machine. Underneath, it's a hyper-alloy combat chassis. Microprocessor controlled. Fully armored, very tough. But outside it's living human tissue. Flesh, skin, hair, blood... grown for the cyborgs. The 600-Series had rubber skin. We spotted them easy. But these are new. They look human. Sweat, bad breath, everything.
Very hard to spot. Cyborgs don't feel pain. I do. Don't do that again. Listen and understand. That Terminator is out there. It can't be bargained with, it can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity or remorse or fear, and it absolutely will not stop... ever... until you are dead.
