-You okay? -Fine.
Say, that's a nice bike.
Watch it, lug nuts.
-Listen, do you know what you're doing? -I have detailed files on human anatomy.
-I bet. Makes you a more efficient killer, right? -Correct.
Does it hurt when you get shot?
I sense injuries. The data could be called "pain."
John, help me with the light.
-Will these heal up? -Yes. -Good.
If you can't pass for human, you're not much good to us.
How long do you live? I mean, last. Whatever.
A hundred and twenty years with my existing power cell.
Can you learn stuff that you haven't been programmed with... so you can be... you know, more human... and not such a dork all the time?
My CPU is a neural net processor, a learning computer.
But Skynet presets the switch to read-only when we're sent out alone.
-Doesn't want you to do too much thinking, huh? -No.
Can we reset the switch?
Rotate the two locking cylinders counterclockwise.
Do it.
Now open the port cover. Pull to break the seal.
Good, now remove the shock-damping assembly.
-You can now access the CPU. -Do you see it? -Yes.
Hold the CPU by its base tab.
Pull.
Do you see the pin switch? No! No!
-Out of my way, John. -Don't kill him.
It, John, not him. It.
Okay, it. But we need it.
Listen to me. You listen. We're better off on our own.
But he's the only proof we have... of the future and the war and all that.
Maybe. I don't trust it.
But he's my friend, all right?
You don't know what it's like to try to kill one of these things...
and if something goes wrong this could be our last chance, so move!
If I'm ever supposed to be this great military leader maybe you should start listening to my leadership ideas once in a while.
Because if my own mother won't, how do you expect anyone else to?
All right, play it your way.
-Was there a problem? -No problem.
None whatsoever.