The handsome face hovered on screens across the nation. Poised above a podium, hundreds of people assembled behind it.

Presumably, thousands were assembled in front to hear the oration.

His eyes scanned the crowd, sighing at the epic implications of his election.

The camera panned to the left, and to the right, observing the expressions of those waiting with baited breath.

Suddenly, the heads of those present behind the president-elect lolled to the side. The man standing at the podium reached under his chin and pulled the flesh there, revealing a metal structure underneath.

The audience gasped as the metal face leaned forward and spoke into the microphone.

“Where is John Connor?”