1982: Blade Runner

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

He reached down and closed Lucian’s eyes. Then he ejected the spent power cell, let it clatter onto the wet marble, and walked away. He didn’t call for a pickup. He just walked into the city, a single drop in a billion, wondering if he was the hunter, the hunted, or just another machine waiting for its incept date to expire. blade runner 1982

“To retire a faulty appliance,” Lucian said. He gestured to the water falling around him. “But I wasn’t running. I came here.” He took a step closer