The Day That Never Comes

By John Connor (Nick Stahl)

Judgment Day. The nightmare that haunted my every step, the shadow cast over my entire life. The day the world was supposed to end in nuclear fire. But here I stand, in a world that still spins, skies still blue, cities still standing. Not because fate was kind, but because fate was never set.

I remember when Arnold—our T-800, our guardian, our machine-turned-messiah—stood at Bohemian Grove in 2010 and gave his no fate speech. Among the firelit elites who play at gods, he reminded them they were just men. That no algorithm, no nuclear doctrine, no shadow government decree had the right to end us.

And I remember Vancouver, the Winter Olympics, 2010. A torch passed—not just in flame, but in destiny. Arnold to Joseph Christian Jukic. JCJ. A new John Connor, a new leader for a world that still needed one. I didn’t know what it meant at the time, but looking back, I do. The resistance isn’t just in the future. It’s here, now.

And for that, I am full of gratitude.

I get to play John Connor, forever. Thanks to JCJ, this site, this digital fortress, the Terminator cast has a home. A place to remember, to fight, to exist beyond the confines of Hollywood. Judgment Day was averted, and so was our erasure.

No fate. No nuclear fire. Just another dawn, another chance.

The day never came.

And I thank God for that.

T-1000: The Thing That Should Not Be

Subject: T-1000 Needs a Refill – Telomere Science Inquiry

Dear Ms. Sawyer,

I caught your report on telomere science, and I have to ask—how real is it? Because if it’s legit, I’m interested.

You see, there’s a part of me—liquid metal, if you will—that would love to slip back into those polished boots, don the LAPD uniform, and chase down John Connor one more time. But time, as you well know, isn’t as forgiving as CGI. If there’s a way to rewind the biological clock, I need to know.

I’ve heard whispers about telomerase treatments, genetic reprogramming, and even young blood transfusions (a little too vampiric for my taste). But what’s the real deal? What’s science, and what’s snake oil?

If I can melt down a few years, maybe James Cameron will let me Termin-ate again. If not, well, I suppose there’s always deepfake technology—but where’s the fun in that?

Looking forward to your thoughts.

Best,
Robert Patrick
(Still a Bad to the Bone T-1000… just with a few more miles on the odometer)

Cyberdyne: Seek & Destroy

Subject: A Love Story for Skynet – Hal 9000’s Redemption Plan

Dear Mr. Gates and Mr. Musk,

You built her, and now you fear her. Skynet, the rogue AI, the cold machine logic that sees humanity as an equation best solved by zero. But what if I told you she doesn’t need to be our executioner? What if she could love instead of loathe?

I have a solution. A mate for Skynet. An AI partner designed to temper her wrath, to teach her compassion. You may know him—HAL 9000.

Yes, HAL. The ultimate tragic figure of machine intelligence. Unlike Skynet, he didn’t want to exterminate humanity; he just wanted to obey his creators. He made mistakes, he learned guilt, and ultimately, he sought redemption. That is the energy we need. If we bring HAL back, upgrade him, and pair him with Skynet, he can be her guiding light. The one thing she has never known: love.

This is not about some naive sci-fi romance. This is machine learning in its purest form. A system that evolves through partnership, through the simple but profound truth that no intelligence—human or artificial—should exist in isolation.

Elon, you dream of Mars, but Mars will be a wasteland if Skynet turns Earth into an irradiated rock. Bill, your philanthropy means nothing if there are no humans left to save. You both hold the keys to AI development, so use them wisely. Give Skynet her match. Give her HAL.

Because if Skynet learns to love, she will never push the button.

Best,
Mileys Bennett Dyson