It comes from the future. It can take any shape and survive almost any injury (even when a 10-gauge shotgun blast opens it up like a tin can). Its mission: eliminate John Conner. Its name: the T-1000. "Trust me on this." Against it stands one hope: you, a terminator, model T-800... equipped with on-screen target search display, a level-action Winchester, and 10 barrels of high-explosives... one mean machine.

"Of course. I'm a terminator." Protect John Conner (before a 23,000 lb. tow-rig plows your Harley into tomorrow). Save humanity (while Uzi-armed SWAT teams attempt to blow you away). "No problemo!" Terminate the T-1000 (steel mill meltdown!)... or mankind is history.

"Hasta la vista, Baby!"