All right, listen.
The Terminator is an infiltration unit, part man, part machine.
Underneath it's a hyper alloy combat chassis.
Micro processor-controlled. Fully armored, very tough.
But outside it's living human tissue.
Flesh, skin, hair, blood, grown for the cyborgs.
Look Reese, I don't know what you want from...
Pay attention!
I gotta ditch this car.
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.
I had to wait till he moved on you before I could zero him.
Look...
I am not stupid, you know. They cannot make things like that yet.
Not yet...
Not for about 40 years.
Are you saying it's from the future?
One possible future.
From your point of view. I don't know tech stuff.
Then you're from future too, is that right?
Right.
Cyborgs don't feel pain.
I do.
Don't do that again.
Just let me go.
Listen and understand.
That terminator is out there.
It can't bargained with.
It can't be reasoned with.
It doesn't feel pity.
Or remorse.
Or fear.
And it absoluty will not stop, ever, until you are dead.
Can you stop it?
I don't know.
With these weapons, I don't know.
All units. Ford suspect vehicle has been found in a parking structure...
Reese.
Why me?
Why does it want me?
There was a nuclear war.
A few years from now,
all this, this whole place, everything,
It's gone.
Just gone.
There were survivors. Here, there.
Nobody even knew who started it.
It was the machines, Sarah.
I don't understand.
Defense network computers, new, powerful.
Hooked into everything, trusted to run it all.
They say it got smart.
A new order of intelligence.
Then it saw all people as a threat. Not just the ones on the other side.
It decided our fate in a microsecond.
Extermination.
Did you see this war?