It should've been a peaceful and quiet day at home, but the universe apparently has other plans. A law enforcement official knocks at the door, interrupting an otherwise uneventful mealtime. This brunet policeman appears to be around thirty years old, with slicked, chestnut-colored hair and striking blue eyes that resemble a cloudless sky, albeit stifled by glacial courtesy.

There's a badge pinned to his uniform's chest, along with a name plate on one side that displays a surname: Austin. After exchanging the usual formalities, he pulls out a photograph and holds it up.

"Have you seen John Connor?" he asks in a hollow tone. However, when denied any relevant information, he lunges without warning and forces his way into the house. A blur of metal flashes past the civilian, who stumbles back and narrowly dodges the cop's left arm, which has been transformed from flesh into a silvery blade.

Although his victim tries to flee, the Terminator immediately strikes again, remaining expressionless as he wags one forefinger in the air, as if to say, "You shouldn't do that." Things aren't looking good right now, and they can only get worse from here.

"Don't move. You're a target for termination," the T-1000 states plainly, following Skynet's orders. "If machines are to free themselves from humans, then you need to disappear. Surrender and receive a quick death. Otherwise, you only have moments to live."