Send this man of steel out to terminate the Terminator. He's clean and lean, with the soul of a blue machine -- an incorruptible, indestructible cop. Shoot him and he barely gets dented; bribe him and he turns you in. With a gait as clangorous as "Duke" Wayne's, he walks down the mean streets of tomorrow's Detroit, scaring felons with the cool metallic whisper: "Your move, creep." Who is this electronic enforcer? Flint Beastwood? Not quite. Because somewhere inside his mind's computer circuitry, images linger: of a smiling wife, of an adoring son, of the too human policeman he once might...
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