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

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

"Have you seen John Connor?" he asked in a hollow tone. However, when denied any relevant information, he lunged without warning and forced his way into the house. A blur of metal flashed past the civilian, who stumbled back and narrowly dodged the cop's left arm, which had been transformed from flesh into a silvery blade.

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

"Don't move. You're a target for termination," the T-1000 stated 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."