“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.”
Follow
“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.”
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.