1982 - Blade Runner

He took a step closer. Kael raised the rifle, sighting on the center of Lucian’s chest.

He found Lucian in a derelict amphitheater, a relic from before the Blackout. The rain had found its way through the fractured dome, falling in a single, silver shaft onto the stage below. Lucian was standing in that spotlight of water, looking up at the void where a sky used to be. 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?” He took a step closer

“Blade Runner,” Lucian said. His voice was soft, almost musical. “I wondered which one they’d send.” The rain had found its way through the