She was hopeful, he knew. He programmed; she called movies “films.” Blade Runner was common ground.
During the credits, he shrugged. The replicants’ four-year lifespan failsafe was stupid. Engineers were smarter than that.
She was silent for a long time.
You know, she said. I think you’ve missed the point.
Colin Lubner writes (in English) and teaches (math) in southern New Jersey. His fiction has either appeared or will appear, temporally speaking. Extant pieces can be found through his Twitter at @no1canimagine0. He is keeping on keeping on.