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August 29, 1997, came and went. Nothing much happened. MichaelJackson turned 40. There was noJudgment Day. People went to work as they always do. Laughed, complained, watched TV, made love. I wanted to run through the street yelling... to grab them all and say, "Every day from this day on is a gift." Use it well." Instead, I got drunk. That was 30 years ago. But the dark future which never came still exists for me. And it always will, like the traces of a dream. John fights the war differently than it was foretold. Here, on the battlefield of the Senate... his weapons are common sense... and hope. Tie me, Grandma. Tie me! - How's that? - Thank you, Grandma. 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.