[The 'I'm too old for this shit' deadpan delivery of it all.
But as the RK800 asks the question, the T-800 finds himself stalling to answer. He doesn't find Connor's motive for being here reprehensible, if he's honest (which he always is). If Cyberdyne Sytems could have employed a protocol that removed all potential for deviation from SkyNet's machinery, then Judgement Day would have been a terrible dream for humankind. In that regard, there's no criticism to be levied at RK800. He is doing what sounds beneficial for his timeline.
But his own request? It gives him pause. It confuses him. Confuses him the same way many things had began to confuse him, during his time with John and Sarah. Caring for someone, feeling sadness, feeling remorse, regret — he does not want to examine it. He does not want to have to register what implications that may have toward his own working systems. The voice had reached out to him as his CPU began to scramble, had asked him if there was anything he had regretted, and he had been honest, as he always had been.
I regret my death. I regret not being able to stay with them.
But with his wits fully about him now, he recognizes his weakness for what it was.
And he has no plans on fulfilling that want.
He does not say any of this to RK800, though. Instead, he looks back to the slowly disassembled weapon in front of him.]
Sit.
It is good to study the inner workings of the weaponry available aboard this station.
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[The 'I'm too old for this shit' deadpan delivery of it all.
But as the RK800 asks the question, the T-800 finds himself stalling to answer. He doesn't find Connor's motive for being here reprehensible, if he's honest (which he always is). If Cyberdyne Sytems could have employed a protocol that removed all potential for deviation from SkyNet's machinery, then Judgement Day would have been a terrible dream for humankind. In that regard, there's no criticism to be levied at RK800. He is doing what sounds beneficial for his timeline.
But his own request? It gives him pause. It confuses him. Confuses him the same way many things had began to confuse him, during his time with John and Sarah. Caring for someone, feeling sadness, feeling remorse, regret — he does not want to examine it. He does not want to have to register what implications that may have toward his own working systems. The voice had reached out to him as his CPU began to scramble, had asked him if there was anything he had regretted, and he had been honest, as he always had been.
I regret my death. I regret not being able to stay with them.
But with his wits fully about him now, he recognizes his weakness for what it was.
And he has no plans on fulfilling that want.
He does not say any of this to RK800, though. Instead, he looks back to the slowly disassembled weapon in front of him.]
Sit.
It is good to study the inner workings of the weaponry available aboard this station.