...2034..

..During the mini ice age...

I came out of the building dragging Roger out by the coat collar.

"LET ME GO!" Roger screams.

Roger is now a seventeen year old boy.

Tomorrow is Judgement Day.

It happens in the wee hours of the morning.

"No," I said. "You must live."

"Damn it, LET ME GO!" Roger shouts.

I toss Roger into the snow jeep.

"There,"  I said, getting in. I close the door. "I have just let you go."

"That is not enough!" Roger shouts. "Why don't you leave me be a runaway?"

"You are the potential leader of The Resistance," I said.  "Your parents are in a underground shelter in Kansas. They are the ones currently spear heading this campaign."

"So what?" Roger said. "I want nothing of it!"

Roger is banging on the door while I turn on the heat.

"The heat will do no good outside," I said, rolling up the window.

I drove down the snow riddled road.

"What good will you do for me when I'll kill you!" Roger said.

I laugh.

"You are very hopeful for what tomorrow brings," I said.

"What does Judgement Day bring?"

"The End to your agony," I said. "Judgement Day."

"Judgement--what?" Roger said.

"Humanity will be judged in one minute by Skynet and then all will perish," I said. "Not all, really." I earn a sigh of relief from Roger.  "there are several survivors thanks to Sarah Connor and Kyle Reese spreading word about this day that apocalypse nerds take heed of this warning."

"Ah huh," Roger said.

"Not believe me as you want," I said. "I do not have any more files."

There is utter silence.

"No more...files?" Roger said, surprised.

"Yes," I said.

"But you said you had numerous!"

"On other Terminators and people involved in what lead up," I said. "I have no more files. Judgement Day happens and the Connor Family could not stop it."