Character: Sarah Connor

- 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.

So many dangers in the world is hidden behind masks. We tell our children about good and evil, knowing that all is not so simple. Evil does not give us time to fight or be scared, and we do not take the trouble to look under the mask and thereby accept the nightmare that may occur suddenly.

I watched as John played with the robot and I realized that the terminator will never stop. He will never leave him, never hurt him, never shout at him, not drunk, not hurt him, and say, "I'm too busy and have no time for you." He will always be there. And he will die to protect it. Of all the fathers ever born on earth, this robot was the only worthy candidate for this place. In our crazy world, it would be the most reasonable choice.

The terminator gave me the luxury of hope. Because if the machine could comprehend the value of human life, then we probably can.