Last night’s nightmare: Machine apocalypse a.k.a. Terminator scenario. Resistance fighters are out in foxholes, fighting off machines using RPG’s and rifles. Then a huge boxy tank looking thing rounds a mountain and starts blowing the bleep out of things and our protagonists run like the dickens and round a corner of another mountain and run into a door cut into the mountain. They’re in a meeting room of some sort that’s been repurposed as a field hospital and frantically urge the people there to shut the door. “That won’t stop them,” somebody says.
Cue another person, trying to find a place to hide. He runs into a bathroom and climbs up on top of the toilet and tries to get above the ceiling. He realizes it won’t hold his weight and they’d detect his IR anyhow and shoot through the ceiling tiles. He is dead.
Cue another group of people. They run into an abandoned supermarket. A short shrunken security guard comes out and says “You can’t be here!” and they tell him, “are you kidding me? Do you even know what’s happening outside? It’s the machine apocalypse!” and he rolls his eyes and says “you kids and your imagination, I’m calling the police” and walks off. Most of the group of people hide under the old cash register stands. One stays behind and starts locking the doors. A machine walker walks into the parking lot…
Four people, a woman and three muscle. They’re in an office building of some sort. Refugees are screaming and there’s the sound of battle outside. The woman says “nothing left to do here, time to go” and the muscle push their way through the refugees. There are four buttons on the walls of a hallway spread across several feet of the hallway. Unfortunately there is a very large refugee man with a gun blocking one of the buttons. One of her muscle try to get the refugee man to move but he isn’t moving. Something smashes outside and there’s the sound of gunfire. The woman frantically taps out a code on one of the buttons and a hidden panel in the wall slides open and she runs into the small elevator along with her muscle. People try to run in after them, her muscle is punching them back outside the elevator as the doors slide shut. Finally they’re shut and the elevator starts rising, but with a clunk clunk clunk sound. They stop after a bunch of floors and open the elevator door and push the remains of a human arm out of the mechanism. The floor they stopped at is some sort of observatory with glass walls looking out over the city. “It looks so peaceful,” one of the men says. “Too bad it’s all doomed,” the woman replies. They re-enter the elevator and press the up button, despite the fact they’re at the top floor of the building. The elevator continues.
The four get out of the elevator at ground level in what looks like a paradise. They enter a blocky vehicle that looks suspiciously like the machine tank that was in the first scene, which then whisks them along to debriefing. One of the muscle says, “I don’t get it. How come we couldn’t save them?” and the woman says “We never do.” “Then how do we get to this?” he says, waving his hand at the paradise around them, blending nature and technology. “I don’t know, every universe where we go back to the time where future time travelers came back and taught us how to save ourselves, the machine war is already underway and unstoppable.” “Then how do we exist?” “I don’t know,” the woman says. “I don’t know.”