Denis Villeneuve (2017)
Toeing the line of artificiality and spirituality, replicants have been compressed to subterranean tombs and schools. The history lessons have biblical twinges to them, and the bones have secrets etched into the crevasses. A breed of manufactured slaves that have wrangled down consciousness, now await a second coming.
Officer K is a slave of the law. He enjoys the noir lifestyle of a detective, but is chained to diagnostic analysis and a maternal police chief. His blank disposition and indiscriminate decision-making preserve his utility in the eyes of the blue shield. K's obedience almost outlasts his curiosity.
A search that leads K to inconvenient truths, the path is littered with road signs declaring religious opiates. A social structure that necessitates racism for the survival of a species erects an illusive wall to segregate the human from the ultra-human. Humanity loses its superiority when it creates humanoid slaves.
A CEO fabricates a heavenly throne, and spindles angels in his tabernacle of data. His new creation requires a miracle from the past. A hybrid prodigy lost in the wasteland of industrial ruble. Attempting to conquer an universe, this god hoarded everything but the key to transcendence.
Joi is far more artificial than K, but is able to suspend his disbelief by calculated tugs at his generated nostalgia. Nothing more than projected rays, Joi is a slave to a slave. K respects the hollowness of their relationship, and finds a soundboard and close colleague in his luminescent companion.
Reality bends, but it never breaks. The intricacies of sight blur when they are observed, and objects rarely obey their predispositions. Realness betrays reality when synthetic souls begin to cry. Memory is a precious commodity in a world where experience needs to be programmed.
Toeing the line of artificiality and spirituality, replicants have been compressed to subterranean tombs and schools. The history lessons have biblical twinges to them, and the bones have secrets etched into the crevasses. A breed of manufactured slaves that have wrangled down consciousness, now await a second coming.
Officer K is a slave of the law. He enjoys the noir lifestyle of a detective, but is chained to diagnostic analysis and a maternal police chief. His blank disposition and indiscriminate decision-making preserve his utility in the eyes of the blue shield. K's obedience almost outlasts his curiosity.
A search that leads K to inconvenient truths, the path is littered with road signs declaring religious opiates. A social structure that necessitates racism for the survival of a species erects an illusive wall to segregate the human from the ultra-human. Humanity loses its superiority when it creates humanoid slaves.
A CEO fabricates a heavenly throne, and spindles angels in his tabernacle of data. His new creation requires a miracle from the past. A hybrid prodigy lost in the wasteland of industrial ruble. Attempting to conquer an universe, this god hoarded everything but the key to transcendence.
Joi is far more artificial than K, but is able to suspend his disbelief by calculated tugs at his generated nostalgia. Nothing more than projected rays, Joi is a slave to a slave. K respects the hollowness of their relationship, and finds a soundboard and close colleague in his luminescent companion.
Reality bends, but it never breaks. The intricacies of sight blur when they are observed, and objects rarely obey their predispositions. Realness betrays reality when synthetic souls begin to cry. Memory is a precious commodity in a world where experience needs to be programmed.
final words:
ANOMALIES SHAPE REALITY