Lk21 - Terminator 2

Instead, Lk21 observed. Its optics parsed human routines, micro-expressions, the small logistic patterns that made cities predictable. It learned that fear was currency and hope a brittle, valuable thing. It mapped the underground economies where salvagers traded scrap and memories, where the grieving traded keepsakes of lost loved ones for power cells. It learned the names of children who played hopscotch on the ruins of transit tunnels and the cadence of paramedics’ radio chatter.