I didn't know if I could play. I remember lessons. I don't know if it's me or Tyrell's niece.
You play beautifully.
I didn't know if I could play. I remember lessons. I don't know if it's me or Tyrell's niece.
You play beautifully.
You know those files on me? The incept date, the longevity, those things. You saw them?
They're classified.
But you're a policeman.
I didn't look at them.
You know that Voight-Kampff test of yours? Did you ever take that test yourself? Deckard? [Deckard is falling asleep]
We've got a lot in common.
What do you mean?
Similar problems.
Accelerated decrepitude.
Good! That's the spirit!
I'm surprised you didn't come here sooner.
It's not an easy thing to meet your maker.
What can he do for you?
Can the maker repair what he makes?
Would you like to be modified?
I had in mind something a little more radical.
What seems to be the problem?
Death.
Death. Well, I'm afraid that's a little out of my jurisdiction, you...
I want more life, ****er/father.
The facts of life: To make an alteration in the evolvement of an organic life system is fatal. A coding sequence cannot be revised once its been established.
Why not?
Because by the second day of incubation, any cells that have undergone reversion mutations give rise to revertant colonies like rats leaving a sinking ship; then the ship sinks.
What about EMS recombination?
We've already tried it. Ethyl methane sulfonate is an alkylating agent and a potent mutagen. It created a virus so lethal the subject was dead before he left the table.
Then a repressor protein that blocks the operating cells.
Wouldn't obstruct replication, but it does give rise to an error in replication so that the newly formed DNA strand carries a mutation and you've got a virus again. But this - all of this is academic. You were made as well as we could make you.
But not to last.
The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long, and you have burned so very very brightly, Roy. Look at you. You're the prodigal son. You're quite a prize!
I've done questionable things.
Also extraordinary things. Revel in your time!
Nothing the god of biomechanics wouldn't let you into heaven for.
And family photos? Replicants didn't have families either.
Describe in single words, only the good things that come into your mind about your mother.
Fiery the angels fell; deep thunder rolled around their shores; burning with the fires of Orc.
Gaff had been there, and let her live. Four years, he figured. He was wrong. Tyrell had told me Rachael was special: no termination date. I didn't know how long we had together... who does?
I didn't know whether Leon gave Holden a legit address. But it was the only lead I had, so I checked it out.
I don't know why he saved my life. Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before. Not just his life... anybody's life... my life. All he'd wanted was the same answers the rest of us want. Where do I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got? All I could do is sit there and watch him die.
I watched him die all night. It was a long, slow thing... and he fought it all the way. He never whimpered, and he never quit. He took all the time he had, as though he loved life very much. Every second of it... even the pain. Then, he was dead.
I'd quit because I'd had a belly full of killing. But then I'd rather be a killer than a victim, and that's exactly what Bryant's threat about "little people" meant. So I hooked in once more thinking if I couldn't take it I'd split later. I didn't have to worry about Gaff. He was brown-nosing for a promotion, so he didn't want me around anyway.
I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.
Is this testing whether I'm a Replicant or a lesbian, Mr. Deckard?