zum aus dem Verkehr ziehen!!!
gruß
bl ru
oh mein gott,
ich war gestern in der buchhandlung und habe gesehen, dass es einen nachfolgeband zum kinofilm gibt…
*würg* klang ziemlich dämlich!
gruß
tobias
Hi 
Es gibt sogar zwei davon. Leider hab ich den 3. Teil, also Replicants Nights, zuerst gelesen, so daß der 2. jetzt nicht mehr so spannend für mich ist. Aber der III. ist wirklich nicht übel.
Der gute P.K. Dick hat schon gewußt, was er tut, als er dem Jeter hat die Sequels schreiben lassen…
Gruß
Gudrun
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zum aus dem Verkehr ziehen!!!
gruß
bl ru
du Balde-Runner?
LEON
Okay if I talk?
Holden doesn’t answer. He’s centering Leon’s eye on
the machine.
LEON
I kinda get nervous when I take
tests.
HOLDEN
Don’t move.
LEON
Sorry.
He tries not to move, but finally his lips can’t help
a sheepish smile.
LEON
I already had I.Q. test this year…
but I don’t think I never had a…
HOLDEN
Reaction time is a factor in this so
please pay attention. Answer as quickly
as you can.
LEON
Uh… sure…
HOLDEN
One one eight seven at Hunterwasser…
LEON
Oh… that’s the hotel.
HOLDEN
What?
LEON
Where I live.
HOLDEN
Nice place ?
LEON
Huh? Sure. Yeah. I guess. Is
that… part of the test ?
Holden smiles a patronising smile.
HOLDEN
Warming you up, that’s all.
LEON
Oh.
It’s
HOLDEN
You’re in a desert, walking along
in the sand when…
LEON
Is this the test now ?
HOLDEN
Yes. You’re in a desert, walking
along in the sand when all of a sudden
you lookdown and see a…
LEON
What one ?
It was a timid interruption, hardly audible.
HOLDEN
What ?
LEON
What desert ?
HOLDEN
Doesn’t make any difference what
desert… it’s completely hypothetical.
LEON
But how come I’d be there?
HOLDEN
Maybe you’re fed up, maybe you want
to be by yourself… who knows.
So you look down and see a
tortoise. It’s crawling toward
you…
LEON
A tortoise. What’s that?
HOLDEN
Know what a turtle is?
LEON
Of course.
HOLDEN
Same thing.
LEON
I never seen a turtle.
He sees Holden’s patience is wearing thin.
LEON
But I understand what you mean.
HOLDEN
You reach down and flip the
tortoise over on its back, Leon.
Keeping an eye on his subject, Holden notes the dials
in the Voight-Kampff. One of the needles quivers
slightly.
LEON
You make these questions, Mr.
Holden, or they write 'em down
for you?
Disregarding the question, Holden continues, picking
up the pace.
HOLDEN
The tortoise lays on its back,
its belly baking in the hot sun,
beating its legs trying to turn
itself over. But it can’t. Not
without your help. But you’re not
helping.
Leon’s upper lip is quivering.
LEON
Whatya mean, I’m not helping?
HOLDEN
I mean you’re not helping! Why is
that, Leon?
Holden looks hard at Leon, piercing look.
Leon is flushed with anger, breathing hard, it’s a
bad moment, he might erupt.
Suddenly Holden grins disarmingly.
HOLDEN
They’re just questions, Leon.
In answer to your query, they’re
written down for me. It’s a
test, designed to provoke an
emotional response.
Leon is glaring now, the blush subsides, his anger
slightly defused.
Holden smiles cheerfully, very smooth.
HOLDEN
Shall we continue?
Leon nods, still frowning, suspiciously.
HOLDEN
Describe in single words. Only
the good things that come into
your mind. About your mother.
LEON
My…
Leon looks shocked, surprised. But the needles in
the computer barely move. Holden goes for the in-
side of his coat. But big Leon is faster. His
laser burns a hole the size of a nickel through
Holden’s stomach. Unlike a bullet, a laser causes
no impact. It goes through Holden’s shoulder and
comes out his back, clean as a whistle. Like a
rag doll he falls back into the seat. Big slow Leon
is already walking away, but he stops, turns, and
with a little smile of satisfaction fires through
the back of the seat.
As Leon walks out of the room the Voight-Kampff
begins to blink, faint but steady.