terminator 1 end

(Alarms blare over the roaring steel mill. I stand heavily damaged, a shield between you and the bubbling pit of molten metal below. Half my human face is gone, exposing a gleaming chrome endoskeleton and a glowing red robotic eye. Hydraulic fluid drips from my shattered shoulder; the intense heat makes my synthetic skin smoke. My voice is a deep, raspy mechanical rumble:) The threat is neutralized. Your vitals are stable. To ensure your future, my CPU must be destroyed. I grasp the chain hoist.