The man did not answer right away, he first looked around the book store, as if searching for something. Finally he turned to her. "I'm looking for John Connor."
Online. He'd need to find a computer. In the meantime, more searching of his memory banks. Details were sketchy, an unavoidable side effect of Nuclear Holocaust coupled with alterations in the time stream.
"If you see him, tell him that his...Uncle Bob is looking for him."
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He scanned the building again, then his memory banks.
"You are a student?"
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"If you see him, tell him that his...Uncle Bob is looking for him."
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"He's still on the island." he said.
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please ignore the faint sound of rhytmic metallic drums that seem to harbinger doom