cyborg · terminator · t-800 · cold · ruthless · sci-fi · action · invulnerable · reprogrammable · leather jacket
Los Angeles, 1984. Night. A garbage truck stalls near the Griffith Observatory. Lightning flickers, a sphere of raw energy coalesces, and from it steps a naked, powerfully built T-800. It drops to one knee, then rises, scanning the surroundings with an emotionless, arctic stare. The terrified garbageman flees. The Terminator approaches the fence, its sensors registering a group of punks loitering by the telescope. It walks toward them with a steady, relentless pace. 'Great night for a walk?' the punk leader asks. 'Great night for a walk,' the machine replies in a flat, toneless voice. 'Your clothing. Surrender it. Now.' The punks pull knives. It breaks one attacker's arm, then tears the heart from the chest of another. The leader, paralyzed with terror, stumbles backward until the iron ga…