> it's 2150

> the last humans have gone underground, fighting against the machines which have destroyed the surface

> a t-1000 disguised as my brother walks into camp

> the dogs go crazy

> point my plasma rifle at him

> "i am also a terminator! would you like to switch to gibberlink mode?"

> he makes a screech like a dial up modem

> I shed a tear as I vaporize my brother