TRIGGER WARNING:THOR JOHNSON
EXT. CITY RUINS - NIGHT
Same spot as the last shot, but now it is a landscape in Hell. The cars are stopped in rusted rows, still bumper to bumper. The skyline of buildings beyond has been shattered by some unimaginable force like a row of kicked-down sandcastles.Wind blows through the …desolation, keening with the sound of ten million dead souls. It scurries the ashes into drifts, stark white in the moonlight against the charred rubble.
James Cameron goes on to call the soon to be shown exoskeleton of a Terminator a “high tech Death figure.” The end result of this robotic fallout is the triumph of technology over its creator, humans. Skynet was our creation and now it no longer needs us. We. Are. Banished. Yet the dystopic nature of Terminator 2 seems downright utopic when compared to Thor Johnson’s vision of humanity. His gruesome crazed-sexually violent-mutant-borg-pushers are coming for you. In fact they are already here, now, embedded in this culture and ready to take everything you ever loved. Skynet’s reign is in the future and there is hope in John Connor, a savior. What Johnson presents us with, however, is the present and baby, there is no Goddamn savior. But that’s the thing. We know what we are fighting for against the Terminators. A future that we are meant to believe is worth saving. The violence isn’t senseless; it serves a purpose, a greater good even. What’s left of the human resistance fights the absolutely inhuman terror of the ever searching Terminators. Unlike the anti- human Terminators, Johnsons horrid antagonists look like us, wearing fashionable boots, sporting baseball caps from their favorite team, chugging coffee all while garnishing bodily slime tubes and loaded guns while on the way to commit atrocious acts of horror. That’s the scary thing embedded in Johnson’s work. There is no apocalypse, no great fire, and no massive flood. There is no easy way out. Johnson’s impending future isn’t an abrupt upheaval but a slow transformation into an overdeveloped sense of hate and carnage. These monstrous creatures have just enough of “us” in them. We find them grotesque, uncanny even in their digital birth. They read literature and have favorite foods. Hey look, they are just like us. Oh my god, they are us. OH MY GOD, I AM THEM!