"That's exactly it, and I can imagine that it's true. You look too young to be alive during Judgement Day. There's enough young people that were born right after or were infants when it happened. You'd think children would die first, but I guess people protected them," he said, with a shrug. It's not like they had the doctors to explain. "My own brother was two when it happened. He's your age now. Fuck, if you two don't look the same."
Derek nodded. "Harder to stay organized if you're dead," he pointed out. "We do have some permanent bases where we keep the kids and those who can't fight, also the important people." People like Connor. "Even Skynet can't make enough machines to check every corner of the world, and satellites are not operating as good after twenty years of no maintenance. We need to do this before they figure out that they need to start a space program." But even that would take time. Even an AI needed parts, metal, and machines that can create a shuttle, and work in space. "Our space suits won't exactly work on them," he said, chuckling, although he knew that it wasn't the way they'd do it. "The people who can fight stay in the cities and where Skynet is so we can fight."
He stopped suddenly. "Now that you ask, during the last mission, we knew that there were weapons and ammos at an ROTC office. No one really thought of those, until this old soldier mentioned them. So we started looking for them. There aren't many and there aren't a lot of them, but also Skynet isn't looking for them either. So we went and it was supposed to be an easy in-and-out job, and it wasn't, and right outside, on the crumbled wall, there was a red handprint. I really didn't pay attention and then everything went to hell. Why is that important?"