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.