Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines

Above, in the tunnel, a wind began to howl, fanning the dying flames from the
wreckage of the helicopters, sending desert sand under the blast doors to scour
the burnt remains of the two terminators.

There are others like us. We will find them. And join together. Take back our
world.

Terminator’s skull was crushed almost beyond recognition. Wires and hydraulics
and processor chips were exposed.

But there was still a faint red glow in one eye.

Maybe the future has been written. I don’t know. All I know is what the
Terminator taught me. Never stop fighting. And I never will.

A tiny electric circuit in Terminator’s skull shorted out.