I wish he'd come across time for me.
Though I don't think I'd like all the terminators that can look like anything running about the place. Unless they also looked like Michael Biehn back when he was hot and not an aging z-movie nobody with a coke and groping problem.
But oh back in the day...he had me burning. He had me burning. He had me burning in the thiiiirdd degreee-eeeee.*
P.S. The novels I was going to (and still am, insanely) send to Adam now fill me with hatred and evol. I want to kill them. They're long and boring and full of head-chatter and there's no sex. What was I thinking? On the upside, my latest WIP (a paranormal about an incubus) is rollicking along like there's no tomorrow! Though I'm sure I'll hate it by the time it comes to sending it somewhere.
*If you know what these song lyrics are about, you've seen Terminator too many times.