Animatronic
Some people believe in God. Some people don't. I've always felt sick of men, who believe in the crazy old fool sitting at the sky and looking after humankind.
I was at the sky. It's empty and cold as a dead chip. Or, maybe, it's so for replicants.
I was hearing sounds of cops' cars and ads murmuring from nearest sushi restaurant. I still saw the Deckard's face. The last human's face in my life. I smiled to him. At that moment I could smile even to my enemies.
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the darkness at Tan Hauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time like tears in rain. Time to die".
I didn't believe in soul the mystical substance, which ancient Greeks called anima. Humans concocted the fairy tale because of fear from which they could never escape.
I still heard voices, but couldn't see or move. It was the end.
Is there Heaven for replicants?
I watched pictures from my dying memory chip: some real, some fakes.
Would it be erased after I had gone? And if energy never disappears, where would I be when my body stopped?
My memories, my mind, my living anima… Darkness sucked me, absorbed me, ate me. I saw nothing.
But I was still thinking. "I think, therefore I am".
I felt a soft touch of electricity and reached to it. It was like a dream that turned real after waking up. I'd felt cold splashes of energy all around.
I flayed in energy, bathing and sinking in it.
I laughed and my laugh mirrored from the giant city's web of energy.
I don't know what happens with another humans and replicants after their death. Maybe they exist happily ever at the sky with harps, angels and real sheeps.
I found my eternity there, in LA. At last, I've known that I will live forever as the immortal unnatural spirit of this city.
Its adoptive orphan. Its true Animatronic.
