Questions. From the roof of the Tyrell building, LA seemed to be
a city of answers; maybe it was, but they weren't the answers that
Lee wanted to hear. Mapped out before him, he could pinpoint places
in the city that had once meant something to him. Zoom in. There
was the market where he'd bought his goldfish; there was the sushi
bar where he'd met Jane. That was when he was himself- his real
self, and not this abomination. He felt nothing for Jane now, and
nothing for himself. The real Michael Lee lay face down in a filthy
back street, amongst wet cardboard boxes and overflowing waste bins.
Or perhaps he was rotting forgotten in an abandoned tube station.
It didn't matter. All that mattered was what existed now, a simulacrum,
a box for his profanely copied memories. Erase everything that went
before. Lee took another step closer to the city.
"Michael! What the hell are you doing?" Lee hadn't heard
the lift doors slicing open behind him, and Joseph's words were
also lost in the wind's howling soundtrack. Mironova stepped out
behind Joseph and quickly took in the scene. Lee, his associate
of seven years was standing on the brink of self-destruction. His
silhouetted figure looked impossibly calm as the wind buffeted him
and threw his jacket whipping out behind him.
"Christ, you have to stop him."
we can do tests!" Joseph
bellowed against the unforgiving barrage of air. "Why don't
you wait? We can prove this once and for all!"
"This is madness!" echoed Mironova.
At this, Lee turned slowly around to face the two men. The genetic
designer's expression, although calm, appeared altogether distant
from its usual state of calculating intelligence. His hair snaked
about him in the wind, and his eyes betrayed him; he was unhinged.
"There's no point in proving what I already know, my friends.
I'm a replicant. They took everything, and they replaced me."
Joseph edged his way closer to Lee.
"Christ, Michael, I can get on the blower right now and have
a blade runner come over and VK you
go through the whole official
process. You know we could arrange a bone marrow test if you-"
"Don't come any closer!" Lee's right leg edged backwards,
and his foot found the lip of the building. Beyond that the vast
pyramid sloped down to the ground below. Pause. He swallowed.
Holding his arm up to shield himself from the flying dust, Joseph
stopped and thought for a moment. "Look," he said, "why
are you hesitating? Do you fear death? If you're a rep, then just
what have you got to fear?"
Mironova grabbed Joseph and shook him. "Good God, man, what
are you saying?"
"Don't you get it? If he's a rep he can't feel any goddamn
fear," Joseph replied hastily. He turned back to Lee. "Come
on! What are you waiting for? Are you scared?"
Lee's expression was unchanged. He raised his arms, and his jacket
billowed out like a sail; the wind hurled itself against him as
he fell, slow motion. His imposing upright figure arced gracefully
away from them, into the horizontal, into the night sky.
An age passed as Joseph and Mironova watched in horror; this image
would replay in their minds a thousand times. Lee's feet were the
last of him to disappear from the centre of the nightmare panorama,
and all that remained was the belching refineries on the skyline
behind him. Neither man wanted to imagine the long, tumbling descent
to the street below, the repeated bashing against the sloping walls,
the aerials, and the antennae
"Shit," breathed Joseph.
Option 1 - Michael Lee meets
an untimely end.
Option 2 - Lee
begins falling down the sloping wall, but...
Option 3 - Across
town, in the Sushi Tower...
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Date: 2002-05-18 17:30