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[konstant]

                                                                 

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[swornsword]

Since I got here back in November. You?

[konstant]

It's... complicated.

He was one of the first LIERs I spoke to when I arrived. I wasn't here for a while, and didn't remember anyone at first, but the memories came back.

Nineteen months, as far as I can tell.

[swornsword]

You went home and came back?

[konstant]

It's what I'm told happened, yes.

[swornsword]

Sounds rough.

Did your designation stay the same?

[konstant]

I can't honestly say it was enjoyable.

It did.

[swornsword]

What's your favorite drink?

[konstant]

Whiskey neat, for alcoholic.

Hot chocolate for non.

[swornsword]

[A thorough answer. He can respect that.]

Got any favorite bars?

[konstant]

I do. Why?

[swornsword]

Just wondering. I only end up going to most bars once.

[konstant]

Why is that?

[swornsword]

Because this city's layout makes no sense.

[konstant]

I hadn't noticed. I'm used to a much, much larger one.

[swornsword]

This place has two cities stacked on top of each other.

[konstant]

Yes.

[swornsword]

How many cities were stacked on top of yours.

[konstant]

I was an officer in Los Angeles.

It was one of six megapolises left on the planet at the time.

[swornsword]

Military?

[konstant]

Police department.

I was a blade runner. It's not a specialty anyone has heard of since I've come here.

[swornsword]

Swords?

[He's trying, okay.]

[konstant]

[It's a common misconception, so K is neither surprised nor bothered.]

No. My purpose is to locate and retire rogue replicants.

[And, anticipating the question:] Replicants are bioengineered humanoid androids.

I'm a replicant.

[swornsword]

So like a bounty hunter.

[konstant]

Kind of, yes.

Although I was commissioned specifically for the purpose, and I didn't receive bounties so much as bonuses for closing out cases, always less than what was paid to civilian blade runners.

[swornsword]

Sounds like a raw deal.