Os filmes novelização oficial e roteiro original indicam que o TDE (Time Displacement Equipment) é massivamente doloroso usar. Choques elétricos, barulho alto e movimentos de turbilhão se combinam para torná-lo um passeio muito desagradável.
When Kyle Reese came blasting through, he was high and off-center. His body stabilized in this temporal continuum a good two meters above the ground. He hung there for a microsecond; then gravity took over and slammed him into the alley floor with a loud, flat whack.
He lay there, naked and trembling, eyes shut tight against the searing
light, fists clenched against his chest, knees drawn up like an
overgrown fetus. Spasms wracked every muscle in his body. After the
explosion the wall of sound had ceased, leaving only the rustle of
papers settling back to earth.
The sickening odor of singed hair filled Reese’s nostrils, choking
him. Pain was shooting through every fiber of his body. They didn’t
tell him it was going to be like this, he thought. Maybe they didn’t
know. But oh, fuck ...
it hurt.
He took it slow, marshaling his resources, sipping at the ozone-filled
air until he could draw real breaths. The feeling of having his nuts
kicked up into his chest cavity was abating. A little. He opened his
eyes and saw ghosts; afterimages of sights that had yanked at his
sanity like salt-water taffy.
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The rain washes a fine coating of white ash from his skin as
electrical ARCS lace back and forth between the fire escapes behind
him, HISSING and SPUTTERING. The sound fades, then stops altogether,
to be replaced by a rising scream of animal agony.
Reese lurches to his feet and sprints across the alley.
Para um guerreiro endurecido como Reese, cair alguns pés no chão era um mero aborrecimento em comparação.