A man stands midst the cargo bay. He looks roughed up, a M-79 grenade launcher at his one side and the ammo belt around him. Scrapes on his skin reveal a silver beneath the flesh if you look close enough but he doesn't seem to limp or show any signs of pain even for his less-than-ideal looking condition.
T-800 extends a slow look around to access the situation and gather data. Coordinates and communication with John and Sarah Connor have been cut. These coordinates are not correct. His mission has been interrupted. This is problematic. He must return to the mission. Connor must survive and T-1000 has not been terminated.
So he simply continues to among the gathered people. His systems analysis indicates none of these lifeforms are hostile threats. He has identified that he is on a space station but he has not identified how. So, T-800 approaches someone.
Aren't you lucky. The automated voice speaks up, "What year is it."
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T-800 extends a slow look around to access the situation and gather data. Coordinates and communication with John and Sarah Connor have been cut. These coordinates are not correct. His mission has been interrupted. This is problematic. He must return to the mission. Connor must survive and T-1000 has not been terminated.
So he simply continues to among the gathered people. His systems analysis indicates none of these lifeforms are hostile threats. He has identified that he is on a space station but he has not identified how. So, T-800 approaches someone.
Aren't you lucky. The automated voice speaks up, "What year is it."