Book Friends - Sarah Connor's Suicide Note

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It is also a posthumous post of Sarah Connor written for a friend, very touching! !

Sarah Connor - My Monologue

Judgment Day 1997 has passed and nothing has happened. People still laugh, complain, shop, and love each other. I want to run across the street, catch everyone, and tell them: From now on, every day is a gift from God. Please cherish every day! But in fact, I was actually drunk. That was thirty years ago, but in fact, for me, the dark future that never came still exists. And it will always exist, like a long-standing dream. Instead of what the prophecy had declared, John went into another war. He fought in the House and Senate battlegrounds, and he moved Parliament with unadorned emotion and hope. This luxurious hope was passed on to me by the Terminator. If a machine can learn the value of human life, we can too.

John, my dear son. You know, I have always loved you. Maybe you think, I'm a bit too much, instilling things about the Terminator and Judgment Day in you at such a young age, but I hope you understand that I am for your own good. Now that I see you, gradually becoming what a leader should be, I am very proud. I always knew that you are always the best. Your gift is so unmatched, it guides the hopes of humans and machines alike.

I have been imagining what our lives would be like without Judgment Day. You might laugh at me, I've been having a dream all this time:

I dreamed that I was old, sitting on the edge of the children's playground in New York's Central Park, watching my lovely granddaughter playing there happily, and you were by her side. do you know? Dear son, how I wish I could see that day. But, I know I can't see it. For a long time, the dark future that never came has been haunting my heart. I've been afraid, I've been angry, I've complained, but I never gave up hope. Because I know that my son will stand up and lead mankind to victory and to light.

Remember my child, you are a human being and you must always believe in it. Mom, I'm leaving, I can't stay with you anymore. You must not give up hope, you must believe that hope is always there, and light is always there.

John, Mom will always bless you in heaven, watching you grow up, get married, and have children.

Goodbye, my child.

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