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The last terminator

the molten steel. They stared with damp eyes as the "thumbs-up" signal the Cyberdyne Model 101 gave them disappeared hissing below the white-hot steel. One last moment of respectful silence passed, then John helped Sarah turn toward the stairs leading from the platform. Blood and sweat stained her face. Suddenly, an unexpected android hand thrust out at them. Sarah gasped reflexively. She had no weapon this time, and no strength for another fight. But no, this mechanical arm was disembodied, inactive, held loosely by a male figure in a vague uniform-like suit. A female companion stood nearby, silent and motionless. The bearer of the metallic extremity spoke first. "Sarah Conner, you must destroy this abandoned remnant of the now-gone Terminator if you hope to change the future for mankind. No part of this machine can safely be left here". Sarah's gaze moved up from the mangled machine's arm, ripped away in the battle with the T-1000 moments earlier, to the speaker's bland face. Reaching up silently, respectfully, she took the still-dangerous artifact and dropped it into the molten pool below. "It's done", she said weakly. A sensation reminiscent of a gentle seashore breeze touched her in that instant, then was gone. But no wind was possible in that mill, Sarah thought. She staggered. John caught her by the jacket, then spoke. "Mom, you've lost a lot of blood. We need help!" For a long moment she rested, holding John tightly. When her strength returned, she queried the two nameless intruders. "Who are you?" she groaned. What had earlier been the male figure now spoke. "No, a time paradox is impossible. Humans postulate the question: what if you went back in time and killed your father before you were conceived. Would you then suddenly cease to exist? The truth is, that you would not cease to exist in the present, but that since you cannot travel back to the future from which you came, your life there would not continue. Your patricide moved you to another thread of time; you can never go back to the same thread."