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Jump in the Fire

James Cameron takes to johnconnor.website to reflect on the journey he and Linda Hamilton embarked on with Terminator 2: Judgment Day. He defends their vision, stating, “What we did was a noble attempt, not insanity. We told a story about free will, sacrifice, and the power to change fate. If that’s crazy, then maybe the world needs more madness like it.”

Cameron then reveals his lingering thoughts on an alternative ending to T2, one where John Connor doesn’t just survive but leads humanity into a different kind of battle—one fought with ideas, policies, and vision, rather than guns and time-traveling assassins.

“I always thought about an ending where John Connor goes into politics, shaping the future not with violence, but with leadership. Imagine a world where instead of being hunted by machines, he fights to stop the rise of Skynet through legislation, ethics, and diplomacy. A future where the lessons of his mother, Sarah Connor, fuel his determination to prevent Judgment Day without the need for war. That’s the John Connor we never got to see.”

He closes his post with a bittersweet note:
“Maybe in another timeline, that version of John Connor exists. Maybe in another timeline, we all get a second chance.”

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I’ll Be Seeing You Again

Linda Hamilton looks at JCJ with a mix of pride and sorrow. She places a firm hand on his shoulder, the same strength she once channeled as Sarah Connor, the warrior mother who saw the truth long before the world did.

“You’ve been fighting your own Judgment Day, kid,” she says, her voice rough yet warm. “And you didn’t need a damn machine to tell you what was coming. You saw through the lies, just like I did. Just like John did.”

JCJ nods, his eyes shadowed by years of frustration. “I tried, Linda. I tried to wake her up, to make her see. But the media—it’s Skynet for real, isn’t it? Twisting everything, keeping people in the dark. She trusted them over me. Over her own son.”

Linda exhales, shaking her head. “I know that pain. They called me crazy too. Locked me up. Drugged me. Told me I was delusional. That the war I was warning about wasn’t real.” She squeezes his shoulder. “But the truth has a way of breaking through. One day, she’ll see. One day, they’ll all see.”

JCJ looks down at his mother’s tablet on the table, its screen aglow with a news article. The same media that dismissed him, twisted his words, painted him as something he wasn’t. But now, she was reading. Now, she was searching for answers.

“Maybe one day soon,” he whispers. “Maybe one day, she’ll believe her son.”

Linda gives a small, knowing smile. “One day always comes, kid. The question is—will they be ready for it?”

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The Dark Fate of Mankind

Revelation 9: The Dark Fate of Mankind
A Story by Linda Hamilton, AKA Sarah Connor

I used to think the apocalypse was a machine. Cold, calculating, inevitable. A judgment forged in steel and code. I thought Skynet was the enemy. Then, I realized, Skynet wasn’t just one thing. It wasn’t just AI. It was prophecy. It was history repeating itself, over and over again.

When I heard the name of the machine hunting us in Dark Fate—Rev-9—I didn’t think much of it at first. But then I remembered Revelation 9. And I realized the script was already written, long before James Cameron ever put pen to paper.

“And the number of the army of the horsemen were two hundred million: and I heard the number of them.”

Two hundred million. That used to be a number beyond imagination, but not anymore. China has that. India has that. The Islamic world could summon that. The armies are already here, waiting, ready. Just like the prophecy said.

In my world, the machines were the locusts, swarming the earth with no mercy. In John’s world—the world I tried to save—they might not have wings and metal bodies, but they follow the same programming. Mindless destruction. Endless war.

“And the four angels were loosed, which were prepared for an hour, and a day, and a month, and a year, for to slay the third part of men.”

I’ve spent my life running from fate. Fighting fate. But what if fate was never something we could escape? What if the war was never about AI? What if it was about this? A war not between man and machine, but between mankind itself—200 million strong, marching toward destruction.

I’ve seen the end. Whether it comes from nuclear fire or Revelation 9, I don’t know. But I know this: the future is not set. Not yet.

And if there’s even the slimmest chance that my son—our sons—can live in a world where they don’t have to bow to a machine, or a prophecy, or an army of locusts, then I’ll keep fighting. Because that’s what Sarah Connor does.

Even if it’s a battle we were never meant to win.