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“They always send me,” Kael replied. “You killed three people at the off-world colony. Two of them were children.”

Kael had recited that mantra a thousand times. It was the only thing that let him sleep.

“Blade Runner,” Lucian said. His voice was soft, almost musical. “I wondered which one they’d send.” blade runner 1982

“No,” Lucian replied, a sad smile playing on his lips. “I’m just a mirror. Pull the trigger. Or don’t. But know this—the only difference between you and me is the date stamped on my retina. You kill because you’re ordered to. I killed because I wanted to feel. Which one of us is the machine?”

“Lucian,” Kael said. Flat. Professional. “They always send me,” Kael replied

“You killed children,” Kael snarled.

“You’re a monster,” Kael said.

“Replicants are not born, they are manufactured ,” the old Tyrell training vids used to drone. “They lack the experiential foundation for genuine empathy. They are, for all intents and purposes, machines.”