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The Terminator
War again
and laser flys
from each machine,
from all disguised
AI's to men.
A future made of mud and death,
but wait...
Present day.
L.A.
A sphere, a storm without a rain.
A naked man without a brain
(it's silicon-carne)
and chrome bones.
Looks like Arnie.
Now a hero. Standard fare.
Crew cut jaw, has hair,
finds a gun, a good one,
and in a long coat decked
seeks out Sarah to protect.
Sarah Conner,
rebel leader.
She's the future and we need her.
Made a slave but her son freed her.
Good old Sarah Conner.
There is good and there is bad.
Lots of gunfights to be had.
Car chases,
races,
explosions,
bit part victims without many lines or faces.
You know the score,
gore (but it's pretend).
Oh, and good wins in the end.
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