It’s alright, now count 1,2,3 and forget
Erase all sad memories
Hold my hand and smile
— Talk to me some more. Tell me about where you're from.
— All right. You stay down by day, but at night you can move around. You still have to be careful because the H-Ks use infrared. But they're not too bright. John taught us ways to dust them. That's when the infiltrators started to appear. The Terminators were the newest. The worst.
— I was dreaming about dogs.
— We use 'em to spot Terminators.
— Your world is pretty terrifying.
— Would you just talk about something? I don't know. Anything. Just talk. Tell me about my son.
— He's about my height. He has your eyes. What's he like? You trust him. He's got a strength. I'd die for John Connor.
— Well, at least now I know what to name him. Don't suppose you know who the father is so I won't tell him to get lost?
— John never said much about him. I know he dies before the war...
— Wait. I don't wanna know. So was it John that sent you here?
— I volunteered. It was a chance to meet the legend. Sarah Connor, who taught her son to fight, organize, prepare from when he was a kid. When you were in hiding before the war.
— You're talking about things I haven't done yet in the past tense. It's driving me crazy. Are you sure you have the right person? Come on. Do I look like the mother of the future? I mean, am I tough? Organized? I can't even balance my checkbook. Look, Reese, I didn't ask for this honor and I don't want it. Any of it.
— Your son gave me a message to give to you. Made me memorize it. «Thank you, Sarah, for your courage through the dark years. I can't help you with what you must soon face, except to say the future is not set. You must be stronger than you imagine you can be. You must survive or I will never exist». That's all.
Our wistful little star
Was far too high
A teardrop kissed your lips
And so did I
Now when I remember spring
And every little lovely thing
I will be remembering
The shadow of your smile
Your lovely smile
I was not joking or anything, but nothing good would happen if I were to try to persuade her by replying with something like, "no, really. My memory is like zero, so it is basically zero. I am scum. Sometimes I forget my own name. Forgetting would be alright but sometimes I remember it wrong. So in that case my memory is not zero, it is negative. When I was in elementary school, I wrote the name of the girl sitting next to me on an exam, and then answered everything wrong and caused her to get a zero, that is how stupid I am." I felt like it was better to be considered a joker than an inconceivable fool, so I simply said, "perhaps."
One cannot help but be reminded of old acquaintances.
Et si quelque jour vos chaînes
Vous sont brusquement retirées
On part, sa valise pleine
De souvenirs et de regrets
Que l'on range avec ferveur
Au grenier de son cœur
Puis j'ai d'amour puis j'ai de fâcherie
Car je n'en vois nulle autre réciproque
Puis je me tais et puis je suis marrie
Car ma mémoire, en pensant, me révoque
Tous mes ennuis, dont souvent je me moque
Devant chaqun, pour montrer mon bon sens;
À mon malheur moi-même me consens
Et le celant je conclus
Que pour ôter la douleur que je sens,
Je parlerai, mais n'aimerai plus.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow)
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan th'expense of many a vanished sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoand moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before:
But if the while I think on thee (dear friend)
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.