It's like a giant strobe light...
burning right through my eyes.
Somehow I can still see.
Children look like burnt paper...
black...
not moving.
And then the blast wave hits them.
And they fly apart like leaves.
Dreams of the end of the world
are very common.
It's not a dream, you moron. It's real.
I know the date it happens.
I'm sure it feels very real to you.
On August 29th, 1997,
it's gonna feel pretty fuckin' real to you, too!
Anybody not wearing two million sunblock is gonna have a real bad day.
- Get it? - Sarah...
God, you think you're safe and alive?
You're already dead. Everybody.
Him, you! You're dead already!
This whole place, everything you see is gone!
You're the one living in a fucking dream!
'Cause I know it happened! It happened!
There once was a future in which humankind was hunted
by a machine that could think and Terminators built to kill.
A future without hope.
That future never happened because I stopped it...
...to protect my son
and to save us all.
No!
No.
No!
Once I saved three billion lives...
John!
...but I couldn't save my son.
John!
A machine took him from me.
And I am terminated.