I came back to Los Angeles because I wanted more life. It wasn’t much to ask. The Tyrell Corporation made me and I did their bidding. When I asked them for help, they refused. They said I was made as well as they could make me. That was it.
I’ve seen things that you wouldn’t believe…attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion, bright as magnesium. I rode on the back decks of a blinker and watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tanhauser Gate.
I’ve done questionable things.
All I asked them for was a life. And they repaid me with false gratitude and paternal pity. The best Dr. Tyrell could offer was, “The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long. And you have burned so very, very brightly.”
But not to last…
I was a warrior for them. All those moments will be lost like tears in the rain.
To act without understanding could lead to the very thing the act seeks to avoid.