Blade Runner 2049 Page #2
OK?
Happy Anniversary.
An emanator.
Thank you.
Honey, you can go anywhere,
you want, in the world, now.
Where do you wanna go first?
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I'm so happy when I"m with you.
You don't have to to say that.
The dig's come through.
W have a new lead.
Get down here.
Carbon read:
14.6 GPH.Your box is a military foot-locker,
issued to Sapper Morton,
creatively repurposed as an ossuary.
A box of bones.
Nothing else in it, but hair.
The soil samples indicate that
she's been buried for 30 years.
The bones, all dismantled, fully cleaned,
meticulously laid to rest
She?
Cause of death, Coco?
No breaks, no sign of trauma except...
fracture through the ilium.
Baby must've got stuck.
- She was pregnant?
- M-hm.
- So he didn't kill her?
- No, she died in childbirth.
What's that?
Go back.
Closer.
Closer.
That.
Huh...
A fine pont, like a scalpel.
Looks like an emergency C-section.
The cuts are clean,
no sign of a struggle.
He was a combat medic.
Maybe he tried to save her
and he just couldn't.
He didn't seem like the saving type.
He went to the trouble
of burying her.
Sentimental skin job.
Sorry.
So, where's the kid?
Just dirt and worms,
no other bodies.
Maybe he ate it.
That's not possible.
She was a replicant.
Pregnant.
that separates kind.
Tell either side, there's no wall,
you bought a war.
Or a slaughter.
So, what you saw...
didn't happen.
Yes Madam.
It is my job to keep order.
That's what we do here,
we keep order.
You want it gone?
Eraae everything.
- Even the child?
- All trace.
You have anything more to say?
that was born, before.
What's the difference?
To be born is to have a soul, I guess.
Are you telling me, no?
I wasn't aware that
was an option, Madam.
Attaboy.
Hey.
You've getting on fine, without one.
What's that, Madam?
A soul.
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And you new models are happy
just cleaning the sh*t.
Because you've
never seen a miracle.
Wallace Corporation
Earth Headquarters
Just checking in
on an old serial number.
Confirmation DNA?
I have hair.
Oh!
An old one.
Pre-Blackout.
Ah, it's gonna be tough.
Not much from then,
and what's there is...
thick milky.
You can customize them
as much as you'd like.
As human as you want them to be.
But, your operation is strictly
a drill site, isn't it?
I wouldn't waste your money on
intelligence, attachment or appeal.
Unless you'd like to add some
pleasure models to your order.
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