Sarah stood at the edge of an elementary school, watching the children swing and hopscotch and ring around the rosey. She was petrified; she knew what was going to happen in just a few seconds. That's when the blinding flash and deafening silence came. Immediately, all of the children turned to ash.
Ashes to ashes.
Sky-net. The computers had become self-aware. Where was John Connor, the young leader of the Resistance, Sarah's son?
He was nowhere to be found. Not in the playground. Not on a nearby bench. Nowhere at that moment, because it was just one of Sarah's dreams.
But there us no Sarah Connor.
There is no John Connor.
There is no Sky-net.
The computers are not self-aware.
The end of the world didn't happen.
Not today, anyway.
So sorry to disappoint.
Better luck next time.
Ashes to ashes.
Sky-net. The computers had become self-aware. Where was John Connor, the young leader of the Resistance, Sarah's son?
He was nowhere to be found. Not in the playground. Not on a nearby bench. Nowhere at that moment, because it was just one of Sarah's dreams.
But there us no Sarah Connor.
There is no John Connor.
There is no Sky-net.
The computers are not self-aware.
The end of the world didn't happen.
Not today, anyway.
So sorry to disappoint.
Better luck next time.
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