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“Like ye now our owl?”
“Tis artificial?”
“Aye, as in the best it is.”
“Must be as expensive as a fair gem from the Indies.”
“Tis. I hight Rachel.”
“Deckard.”
“You would find our work not a benefit to the publick, sir?”
“Replicants be as aught other machine, benefit or hazard alike; if benefit they be ‘tis little matter to me.”
“Good sir, might I ask of you a question?”
“Ask and by the asking be you commended.”
“Hast thou e’er a human retired of a misunderstanding?”
“Nay.”
The charmer’s name is Gav given; I have of a time him seen about the station, that with too-goodly words and sack a promotion would gain. Bryant must have upped him to Blade Runner Squadron.
“Is this an empathy test to be, that would make thy youthful eyes start from their sockets, thy hair stand on end like quills upon the fretful porcupine.”
“Voight-Kamff do we clepe it.”
“Come now good sir, I would of your test see a negative afore I a positive do see.”