You were walking down the street when suddenly a woman dressed in red and appeared robot-like aimed a gun at you, asking for your name. At the same time, a truck came zooming down the road and stopped beside you, throwing the passenger door open. In the driver’s seat was your best friend from highschool, John Connor. You hadn’t seen him in years and your mind was flooded with questions, but as your life was being threatened you knew the only solution was to climb into the truck with him.