The spinner flies steady.
Nothing feels like motion.

I write the report from the cockpit.
Controls under my hands.
Screens close enough to blur.

The city passes outside the glass.
Just light.
Just reference.

I decide how it’s recorded.
After that, there’s nothing left.

Times line up.
Locations simplify.

Cause and effect stop arguing
once they’re put in order.

The Voight-Kampff decides what counts.

Up here, observation feels clean.
Detached.

By the time the spinner banks,
it’s finished.





Repdetec McCulloch enters her report. Who is more human? McCulloch or the one she gave the retirement order for?





This story is created from a series of images I created in Daz Studio.





This is an independent, non-commercial fan work inspired by the universe of Blade Runner. It is not affiliated with, endorsed by, or connected to Warner Bros. Pictures, Alcon Entertainment, or the creators of the original films. All rights to Blade Runner and its characters are owned by their respective copyright holders.