"No one's behind us. The robots didn't follow, and neither did the police."
Inside the fleeing police car, John knelt on the back seat and nervously watched through the rear window. Suddenly, he voiced something that scared even him a little. "Why are we running? That officer seemed like a good person. He would help us."
"Don't be stupid. New York doesn't have cops who can fight robots barehanded and throw them more than ten meters."
Still shaken, Sarah Connor glanced at the T-800 driving one-handed. One of its arms had been bent out of shape—something no human could possibly do.
John understood that too, but he still said weakly, "But he mentioned Skynet. Maybe..."
"No maybes. That only proves he came from the future and is an even more dangerous robot."
Sarah Connor cut him off directly. Other than herself and her son, she trusted no one—not even the T-800 beside them, despite its unwavering loyalty.
"He is not a robot!"
The T-800 suddenly spoke up, correcting Sarah Connor. "According to scans and database comparisons, he is indeed a New York police officer named Russell."
Sarah Connor froze. "That monster was famous in the future?"
"No. There is no record of him in the future. Preliminary judgment: he died on Judgment Day, when the nuclear war broke out. However, he mentioned Skynet, which contradicts the data. Furthermore, aside from his personal identity, all CPU scan results are unknown."
"What does that mean? What exactly is he?" Sarah Connor was completely confused.
"Unknown!"
The T-800 replied coldly. Without the essential prop of sunglasses, it seriously lacked that Terminator flavor.
Sarah Connor shook her head, turned to John, and scolded him sternly. "John, you shouldn't have come looking for me. It was too dangerous. You almost got killed just now."
"You're