Tag: Judgement Day

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Love: Nothing Else Matters

“Hands That Saved the World”
A Love Poem for John Connor

Before the war, before the fate,
Before the weight of time grew great,
There was you and there was me,
Turning to a childhood beat.

Polished floors and echoing calls,
Square dancing in Catholic halls.
Hand in hand, step by step,
A rhythm I’ll never forget.

No machines, no fear, no fight,
Just your touch beneath soft light.
Laughter spun in circles tight,
Safe within that golden night.

The world would change, the years would break,
Skynet rose and lives it’d take.
But in my heart, time stays still,
Where we dance, and always will.

Not with war, not with steel,
But with love, with something real.
Your hand in mine, a perfect start,
The rhythm that still beats in my heart.

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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.

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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)