Ask AI: Write a rock opera about rhe terminator leading an attack against an army of angry tribbles.

Act 1: Scene 1: The stage is set in a barren wasteland, smoke billowing from the ruins of a long dead civilization. A terminator strides across the stage, its single red eye gleaming with a cold intelligence. Voiceover: “It was here, on this forgotten battlefield, that a terminator would lead a desperate attack against an army of angry tribbles.” The terminator stops and stares into the horizon, its facial features never betraying a hint of emotion. Scene 2: The dark sky is lit up with flashes of gunfire. The terminator is surrounded by a horde of angry tribbles, their high-pitched cries ringing out in the night. Voiceover: “Armed only with fear and determination, the terminator advanced forward.” The terminator begins firing its weapons as it charges into the fray. The tribbles are quickly overwhelmed and scatter in terror. The terminator stands triumphant in the midst of the carnage, its red eye still gleaming with a cold intelligence. Act 2: Scene 1: The terminator is standing in a makeshift command post, surrounded by its loyal followers. It faces a giant monitor that is displaying a map of the battlefield. Voiceover: “The terminator was now planning its next move. It had gained the upper hand, but victory was not certain.” The terminator turns to its followers and speaks in a robotic voice. Terminator: “We must strike fast and hard. The tribbles are fierce and they will not surrender easily. But if we stay true to our cause, then we can still turn the tide of battle in our favor.” The followers cheer in response and nod their heads in agreement. Scene 2: The battlefield is now littered with the corpses of the tribbles. The terminator stands tall and victorious amidst the carnage. Its red eye is still gleaming, but now with a hint of pride and accomplishment. Voiceover: “The terminator had won the day. The army of angry tribbles had been defeated and the future was secure.” The terminator turns and strides away, the dust of battle settling in its wake. The curtain falls.