The Terminator finishes speaking.
DYSON (the Alpha NT): I feel like I'M gonna throw up.
He looks around at them, clutching the table like he's about to blow away. His face, his posture, his ragged voice express soul-wrenching terror. This is a man ripped out of normal life into their grim GAMMA universe. His voice is pleading.
DYSON (the Alpha NT): You're judging me on things I haven't even done yet. Jesus. How were we supposed to know?
Sarah (the Gamma SF) speaks from the shadows behind them AS GAMMAS DO. Dyson (the Alpha NT) turns to find her looking right at him.
SARAH (THE GAMMA SF): Yeah. Right. How were you supposed to know? Fucking men [she meant ALPHA NTs]... men like you built the hydrogen bomb... men like you thought it up. You think you're so creative. You don't know what it's like to really create something... to create a life. To feel it growing inside you. All you know how to create is DEATH... (said in a raspy Gamma SF voice)
JOHN (THE GREAT BETA MILITARY LEADER): Mom, Mom! We need to be a little more constructive here. We still have to figure out how to stop this from happening! Right?
TARISSA (someone type her!): But I thought... aren't we changing things? I mean... right now? Changing the way it goes?
DYSON (The Alpha NT): That's right, there's no way I'm going to finish the new processor now. Forget it. I'm out of it. I'm quitting Cyberdyne tomorrow... I don't care...
SARAH (The Gamma SF): (coldly) That's. Not. Good. Enough.
The Terminator speaks: No one must follow your verk.
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