Terminator 2 Randall Frakes

The Terminator wheeled the big Harley around,
cutting onto a street that ran parallel to the canal.
The target was racing along in the concrete canyon.
Terminator had to accelerate to keep it in sight. One
eye pointed directly forward, artificially creating depth
perception by creating a computer-generated off-angle
ghost image. The other eye locked on the target, running
ref-checks on the passenger, which came up blank
(there was no memory data, perhaps an oversight), and
making instantaneous kinetic studies of trajectories,
concluding that the target was too far away, and moving
too fast for an attempt at contact.
	 He would have to head him off.
	 The Terminator hunkered down and increased speed,
the Harley’s tires hanging onto the gravel-strewn dirt
path running alongside the canal by micrometers.
	 Then he came to another street and had to slow,
repositioning its other eye for emergency backup, and
using its hyperreal sense of motion and mass to shoot
around an oncoming station wagon, missing it by a
heartbeat. When Terminator tried to reestablish visual
contact with the target, it had disappeared.
	 Rapidly rescanning the canal below, he came up with
zero.
	 But he could hear the dirt bike’s high-pitched squeal.
Instantly, he rapid-scanned the area down to the moving
quarry.
	 The dirt bike had driven up a ramp out of the canal
back onto the street a half block away, and was wheeling
into the parking garage of the Galleria, a vast, four
tiered shopping mall.
	 The Terminator smoothly leaned the cycle around
several slower cars and closed in.