Let’s say you found out you’re a Replicant from Blade Runner. Most of you memories are fake and you only live 4 years. What do you do?
Let’s say you found out you’re a Replicant from Blade Runner. Most of you memories are fake and you only live 4 years. What do you do?
Be happy that I was actually put on this Earth for some purpose, if only to be someone’s experiment or whatever (I don’t know Blade Runner)
This is an interesting take, I guess.
To fill you in, the replicants in Blade Runner are banned from Earth and are typically used in extremely dangerous lines of work like asteroid mining and space warfare, or sex work and mundane industrial labor. They aren’t considered people and are literally corporate property (i.e. slaves).
I personally side with the replicants who came back to earth to demand their makers “correct” the genetic time bomb they encoded into their DNA.
I see, I think my answer still remains the same then. Having a timer sucks, but knowing I have a somewhat specific job I was made for would be comforting.
Sure, being a slave would be bad, though, the question is what I would do if I found out I was a replicant, so I assume my life up to this point has been the same. Even if they were fake memories, I in some way was allowed to live a middling existence, which is still fine with me, even if someone came to my door tomorrow and said I had to go be an asteroid miner now.
I can understand that and how it would be somewhat comforting to know you have a purpose. The thing that trips me up about this particular thought experiment is that once the realization sets in that one has implanted memories then naturally one has to doubt every single thought, feeling, and memory. That instability of self is terrifying to me (not to say that I have any way to confirm that I’m currently not a replicant).