page 6 : holding the skull in their hands , they say : Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
page 30 : note that his neck is broken .
20 years from now , mankind will be on the brink of extinction . the terminator from the future is sent back to the past to kill a boy . this plot sounds familiar , lol .