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       STILL TRACKING we come to rest on an elderly woman seated on
       a bench. It is SARAH, now 64 years old. The world has aged
       her, but she seems at peace in this moment. She speaks
       into a microcassette recorder.
                                       SARAH (V.O.)
                      That was thirty years ago. But the
                      dark future which never came still
                      exists for me, and it always will, like
                      the traces of a dream lingering in the
                      morning light. And the war against the
                      machine goes on. Or, to be more precise,
                      the war against those who build the
                      wrong machines.
       There is a man in his forties playing with two small children
       nearby. He turns. It is John Connor. Though he has the
       same stern features in adulthood, there is no eye-patch,
       no scarring. He is far from the haggard man of grim destiny
       we saw in the world that might have been. But there is
       still penetrating intelligence, even wisdom, in his eyes.
                                       SARAH (V.O.)
                      John fights the war differently
                      than it was foretold. Here, on the
                      battlefield of the Senate, the weapons
                      are common sense... and hope.
       A FOUR-YEAR OLD GIRL runs to her to have her shoelace tied.
                                         GIRL
                      Tie me, grandma.
        Grandma Sarah smiles. It is the only time we have seen her
        smile so far. She bends as the little girl puts her foot
        up on the bench. She ties as we hear:
                                       SARAH (V.O.)
                      The luxury of hope was given to me
                      by the Terminator. Because if a machine
                      can learn the value of human life...
                      maybe we can too.
        Sarah ruffles the kid's hair as she runs off to play with
        her dad.
                                                           FADE OUT