My mission is to protect you. 35 years from now you reprogrammed me to your protector here, this time. Burnging right through my eyes. Somehow I can still see. Look, you know the dreams' the same evernight.
Children look like burnt paper.
Then the blast wave hits them. And they fly apart like leaves. Dreams about the cataclism, the end of the word are very common. I know the date it happens. On Aug 29th 1997 it's going to feel pretty fucking real to you too.