Back in the underground weapons bunker (which I covet desperately), John is droning on about his upbringing, thinking all kids everywhere had cool concealed vaults full of enormous weapons. Speaking of which, Arnold's found a minigun, which I think is supposed to be mounted on a vehicle. He gives a fairly awkward-looking half-smile, which he must have learned from John, who gives him one right back. On John, it looks like he's too cool to smile with his whole face. On Arnold, it looks like he's flexing one of his cheek muscles. Sarah's added a cigarette and shades to her ensemble as she works on a rifle. Arnold works on their new truck while John goes on and on about his mother's various squeezes. Apparently, when she'd start talking about Judgment Day and that her kid was destined to be a world leader, the men would sneak out. Just like a man. Am I right, ladies? Huh? Can I get a -- okay, I'm kind of making myself sick over here. Let's skip it. Oh god. Arnold has just asked, "Why do you cry?" That's all we need here -- another robot with a Pinocchio complex. John doesn't have any deep explanation for the general process of pain. And then we move on to John teaching Arnold to "gimme five." All I'm saying is that I prefer those parts of the movie that aren't The Story of an Annoying Kid and his Pet Robot Killing Machine. Sarah watches the festivities and starts to voice-over that a Terminator would always protect John, never get drunk, never hit him, and always be there. And it would die to protect him: "Of all the would-be fathers who came and went over the years, this thing, this machine was the only one who measured up. In an insane world, it was the sanest choice." You know what a better choice would have been? Changing the kid's name. Seriously. Tell him he can change his name to "John Connor" at eighteen, but until then his name is "Benvolio Johnson." And then the Terminators would never find him. See? Much saner than deciding that the unstoppable killing machine would make a nice dad.

While Sarah digs into a picnic table with her Large Knife and watches Arnold, John, and Enrique load the truck with killin' supplies, she watches Enrique's family and gets misty-eyed. And who can blame her, with the sun shining through the dust and that same supposedly poignant music playing? She rests her head on her arm and closes her eyes.

Suddenly, and for no reason, Sarah's walking up to a chain-link fence next to a playground. Yay! This movie has recess! But it's just for the kids; I don't get to play four-square or play on the bars or nothin'. Man. Anyway, Sarah goes up to the fence to look at the kids and their slow-motion poignancy. She screams, but no one can hear her. The sound of her hitting the fence is pretty loud, though. And then there's a nuclear explosion that sets everyone on fire and there's screaming and death. The shockwave rips through the city, busting things up like nobody's business, and Sarah wakes up gasping. It turns out that she carved the words "NO FATE" into the table.