Forgot how really different it was compared with Blade Runner...
He finished undressing her. Expose her pale, cold loins.
"Is is a loss?" Rachel repeated. "I don't really know, I have no way to tell. how does it feel to have a child? How does it feel to be born, for that matter? We're not born, we don't grow up; instead of dying from illness or old age we wear out like ants. Ants again; that's what we are. Not alive." She twisted her head to one side, said loudly, "I'm not alive! You're not going to bed with a woman. Don't be disappointed; okay? Have you ever made love to an android before?"
"Mercerism isn't finished," Isidore said. Something ailed the three androids, something terrible. The spider, the thought. Maybe it had been the last spider on Earth, as Roy Baty said. And the spider is gone; Mercer is gone; he saw the dust and the ruin of the apartment as it lay spreading out everywhere–he heard the kipple coming, the final disorder of all forms, the absence which would win out. It grew around him as he stood holding the empty ceramic cup; the cupboards of the kitchen creaked and split and he felt the floor beneath his feet give.
Mercer smiled. "It was true. They did a good job and from their standpoint Buster Friendly's disclosure was convincing. They will have trouble understanding why nothing has changed. Because you're still here and I'm still here." Mercer indicated with a sweep of his hand the barren, rising hillside, the familiar place. "I lifted you from the tomb world just now and I will continue to lift you until you lose interest and want to quit. But you will have to stop searching for me because I will never stop searching for you."
"I didn't like that about the whiskey," Isidore said. "That's lowering."
"That's because you/re a highly moral person. I'm not, I don't judge, not even myself."
"It didn't get sick. Someone–"Iran cleared her throat and went on huskily–"someone came here, got the goat out of its cage, and dragged it to the edge of the roof."
"And pushed it off?" he siad.
"Yes." She nodded.
"Did you see who did it?"
"I saw her very clearly," Iran said. "Barbour was still up here fooling around; he came own to get me and we called the police, but by then the animal was dead and she had left. A small young-looking girl with dark hair and large black eyes, very thin. Wearing a long fish-scale coat. She had a mail-pouch purse. And she made no effort to keep us from seeing her. As if she didn't care."
"No, she didn't care," he said. "Rachel wouldn't give a damn if you saw her; she probably wanted you to, so I'd know who had done it." He kissed her. "You've been waiting up here all this time?"
"Only for half an hour. That's when it happened, half an hour ago.." Iran, gently, kissed him back. "It's so awful. So needless."
