Blade Runner 2049 ★★★★★

“Recite your baseline.”
A white room. A man sits in the centre of it. A test to keep him in check. Under the watchful eye.
"And blood-black nothingness began to spin. A system of cells interlinked within cells interlinked within cells interlinked within one stem… And dreadfully distinct against the dark, a tall white fountain played.”
In his mind, yellow on black ground.
“Cells.”
A yellow flower.
“Cells.”
A yellow spark.
“Have you ever been in an institution? Cells.”
The spark of something more.
“Cells.”
He is in check.
“When you’re not performing your duties, do they keep you in a little box? Cells.”
A forbidden thing.
“Cells.”
But he is still in check.
“Interlinked.”
Interlinked within the mystery of humanity.
“Interlinked.”
Interlinked memories.
“What’s it like to hold the hand of someone you love? Interlinked.”
Unattainable joy.
“Interlinked.”
Interlinked memories within memories interlinked.
“Did they teach you how to feel finger to finger? Interlinked.”
A wooden horse with an inscription under it.
“Interlinked.”
False memories within memories within memories interlinked.
“Do you long for having your heart interlinked? Interlinked.”
The warmth of human love.
“Interlinked.”
In check. False memories, within real memories interlinked.
“Do you dream about being interlinked?”
Dreams. Human dreams. Longing. Longing for something humane.
“Interlinked.”
A spark within his mind. Within his mind interlinked.
“What’s it like to hold your child in your arms? Interlinked.”
Something new. To be born. To be born is to have a soul.
“Interlinked.”
Still in check. Soullessly interlinked.
“Do you feel that there’s a part of you that’s missing?” Interlinked.”
To be born. To be born. To be born.
“Interlinked.”
Unborn. Interlinkedly inhuman. A machine.
“Within cells interlinked.”
To be loved. To be loved. To be loved.
“Within cells interlinked.”
In check. Unattainably interlinked joy within joy interlinked.
“Why don’t you say that three times: within cells interlinked.”
To be human. To be human. To be human.
“Within cells interlinked.”
He obeys.
“Within cells interlinked.”
He is made to be obeyed. What is made obeys.
“Within cells interlinked.”
Made. In check. Interlinked, within himself interlinked. Not human. Not human. Not human…
But-
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An investigation. 2049. 30 years after. A child who shouldn’t be, discovered. A date, carved. An inscription.
An inscription.
That inscription. The same as-
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A yellow flower. A spark. A fire. An insidious doubt, ravenous. A spark of something else. He does not know himself anymore.
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In an abandoned factory. A wooden horse. An inscription under it.
A wooden horse. An inscription.
That wooden horse. That inscription.
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Not made. Born. A real boy. A real boy!
Not a machine. Not a slave.
Free.
Human.
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A real memory. A human memory. He is sure of it. He is the one who breaks the barrier.
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“What’s it like to hold the hand of someone you love? Interlinked.”
Hesitation. Human emotion.
“Interlinked.”
A flaw. Human flaw. Human emotion.
“Within cells interlinked.”
Something within.
“Within cells interlinked.”
Within interlinked within. Unhinged. Unchecked.
“Dreadfully.”
A new fear.
“Dreadfully.”
Dreadfully human.
“What’s it like to be filled with dread? Dreadfully.”
Losing the one you love. A joy that has been attained.
“Dreadfully.”
Dreadfully human. To be human.
“Do you like being separated from the people? Distinct.”
To be individual.
“Distinct.”
Distinctively human. Distinctively alone.
“Dreadfully distinct.”
Alone, all alone.
“Dreadfully distinct.”
All alone, alone.
“Dark.”
Lost.
“Dark.”
To be human is to be lost.
“Within cells interlinked.”
Going rogue. Interlinkedly rogue.
“Within cells interlinked.”
One is never alone. Interlinkedly alone.
“Within one stem.”
Answers-
“Within one stem.”
-to humanness.
“Dreadfully distinct.”
He breaks the wall.
“Dreadfully distinct.”
Is this true?
“Against the dark.”
What is it like to be human?
“Against the dark.”
In the darkness, there is a light to be found.
“A tall white fountain played.”
A song of freedom.
“A tall white fountain played.”
A revolution. Breaking the wall. No more wall. Not anymore. A song of freedom plays in the bleak darkness.
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We all wish we were that child. We all wish that our life has meaning- We all wish to be loved. We all wish to feel warmth. Longing, longing, longing for the warm meaning of humanity.
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He wishes he was that child. He imagined it. So strongly he imagined it. He believed it. A greater meaning for himself.
But the truth. A maze. A maze to hide the truth.
The answer was right in front of his eyes, hidden, misread.
After all…
… he isn’t human.
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But…
… is he not? What is it to be human?
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“Dying for the right cause is the most human thing we can do.” – and so he must.
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Life. Death. Choosing right from wrong. To have freedom. To be human.
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After the battle, he lays on the snowy steps. Blood seeps through his clothes, turning the white snow into crimson. He looks at the frosted clouds, snow swirling around him. A machine. A replica of what a human is. A replicant. Yet… human. More human than human. Free, he chose. Chose the right thing to do. To change the course of history. To break the wall that separates beings. To break the wall that hinders and stunts freedom. Freedom – that is it, that is what makes you human. The capacity to choose right from wrong. To not be free is to be stolen of one’s humanity. And dying for the right cause is the most human thing we can do. To give our life to what’s right, wilfully. Choosing, being able to choose – to fight.
K is his name. Also known as Joe. A good Joe.
He chose the right thing to do.
He was made.
He wasn’t born.
But he is human.
Snow lays softly on his skin, melting.
He fought for what is right.
He will be remembered.
He will be forgotten.
He will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.
For that is what being human is.
And there is always that time… as it is now…
The
time
to
die…
…more human than human can be.