Frayed Ends of Sanity

Dr. Silberman, ever the skeptic, scoffs at James Cameron’s musings on johnconnor.website. He responds with his trademark condescension:

“There is no savior, no messiah. Do you really think we could just dial 911 and he would appear to take away the sins of the world? I think not.”

He leans back in his chair, arms crossed, satisfied with his own logic. “People want to believe in heroes, in some grand destiny, but that’s just a coping mechanism. John Connor, politics or not, was always just another troubled kid with a criminal record. Sarah Connor? Delusional. And James Cameron? Well, let’s just say he should stick to making movies.”

Silberman shakes his head, smirking. “Reality isn’t scripted. There’s no cosmic rewrite where we get saved. The future is set, and it’s not looking good.”