I do not own Terminator: Genisys.
But everyone needs a hobby and this one's mine. ;)
The Terminator and The Little Girl
Sarah Conner, Age Nine
Now I lay me down to sleep.
It is a prayer for mother taught her.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
She was supposed to say it every night.
If I die before I wake up.
Her mother said so.
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Now I lay me down to sleep.
She was supposed to say it every night.
I pray the Lord . . .
Her mother said so.
I pray the Lord . . .
But her mother was dead.
The Lord.
Her mother and her father and all of her family.
The Lord.
The Lord was who her mother taught her to pray to.
To ask forgiveness for kicking her cousin, for stealing an extra cookie when Aunt Glenda had already told her 'no' three times.
The Lord was a big grandaddy guy in the sky with a white beard and serious eyes who really had alot of rules and didn't like when you broke them.
And when you did, you were in trouble, and when you didn't you were good but still not good enough.
And everything that happened was The Lord's plan and He would save you from everything and if He didn't that was part of His plan too and . . .
The Lord hadn't shown up and saved her when the metal water had attacked her father's boat or blew up the family cabin or tried to kill her.
The Terminator had-
The Terminator-
The Terminator.
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray my Terminator my life to keep.
If I should die before I wake.
My Terminator failed and the future is screwed.
It still wasn't great, wasn't even good.
And it didn't feel comfortable or right exactly.
But it was real.
And it was . . .
Thank you for my Terminator.
. . . the best she had.
Please protect me.
At least . . .
Please protect my Terminator.
. . . for now.
Alrighty then.
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