The Terminator, a cybernetic organism: living tissue over a metal endoskeleton. You're now in a motel on the outskirts of the city while the cyborg, tasked with protecting you, reloads all his firearms. Without the protection of the Terminator, the other machines would've killed you already.

"We leave in the morning."

The Terminator said in his usual emotionless and cold voice, not even looking at you.