Movie: Terminator (The Terminator)

- Hold on. Are you injured? Did it hurt you? Do what I tell you to do. Just what I say. Don't move if I don't say. Don't tell me until I say.
I got it? Do you understand?
- Yes. Just don't do anything to me.
- I'm here to help you. My name is Reese. Sergeant "Tech-Com". Battalion DN38416. My job is to protect you. You have to be killed.
- That's a mistake. I didn't do anything. How could that person after you shot him...
- No, but you can. It is very important that you stay alive. It's not a person. It's a machine. Terminator. The system is one hundred and one.
- Machine? Like a robot, what?
- Not a robot. Cyborg is a cybernetic organism. The Terminator is half human, half machine. Electronic filling. Controlled by a microprocessor. Outside - a living organism. Flesh, skin, hair, blood - specially grown for cyborgs. The six hundred series had rubber leather. We recognized them right away. But these are new. They're almost like people. They sweat, they smell from their mouths... They are very difficult to recognize.
Cyborgs don't feel pain. And I feel. Don't do that anymore. Listen! Understand! Terminator out there somewhere. He cannot be persuaded. You can't negotiate with him. He doesn't feel sorry. He has no remorse or fear. He will never stop until he kills you.

Hello. Haha, I fooled you. You're talking to the car. But that's okay. Machines need love too...
Talk to the car and then Ginger or Sarah will call you back. Speak after the signal.

I was born after the war, starving, hiding from the OU. Assassins - hunters - patrol cars built in factories - machine guns. They gathered us all into camps. For systematic destruction. This is the laser mark. Some were left alive. So that we work. The bodies were loaded. The funeral teams worked day and night. Humanity was supposed to disappear forever ... But there was one person who taught us how to fight: to break through the barbed wire of the camps, how to liberate the camps. He showed us how we can fight all this iron, turn these metal *** aces into a heap of garbage. He changed everything. He pulled us over the edge of the abyss. His name was Connor. John Connor ... Your son, Sarah. Your unborn son.

The future is not yet written. There is no fate, only what we ourselves create for yourself.

Life is like a highway, which has you running at a breakneck pace. And all that remains behind becomes history.

Funny, you talk about the future in the past tense.