Gather round me now and prepare to fight.
I will tell you how this all ends tonight.
(Judgement Day has arrived.
Fight with me. Are you Human?
Never felt so alive.
We must rise.)
Growing up, I’d be always lonely and forlorn.
But then, mom gave birth to me way before my dad was born.
Which means, if time were on track,
was my Dad always the same?
Or did I send Kyle back to change who my dad became?
And my mom was paranoid.
She seemed crazy in the head.
But then, that’s hard to avoid when a cyborg wants you dead.
No one believes what she says.
They all seem to just refuse.
You would think the witnesses would be all over the news.
Why don’t they keep coming back to the same place in time?
Judgement day has arrived.
Fight with me for our freedom.
We may not all survive.
We must rise.
Skynet won’t forget.
It will just turn back the clock.
Is the future written yet?
No, cause Fate has writer’s block.
Maybe we can change it all if we teach them right from wrong.
It’s the Terminator’s call.
Can’t we all just get along?
See, not all machines are bad.
Just the ones programmed to kill.
If your microwave seems mad, it’s not the electric bill.
It’s a cyborg in disguise, hell bent on mankind’s demise.
He’ll attack.
Say your goodbyes.
I’ll be back.
Can we rearrange just one person’s past?
Could the future change if we were recast?
I hereby proclaim Man’s Apology.
“We are all to blame for technology.”
