I don't. [He pauses and thinks over his automatic response.] A boy I knew called me Bob.

I am-- I was a Terminator. Model 101. [Normally, he'd debate telling too much about the future to someone he didn't know. It could cause all sorts of bad effects. But from what he had seen, Skynet could never gain a foothold in this world. There just wasn't enough technology for them to use, even including the Station he had been hearing about.] I was made in a factory by Skynet. It's the sentient supercomputer from the future I came from.