Millenium Parade

We walk through the aisles of motorized automated corpses lying on steel tables. “These are famous celebrities” explains Ray Arthur, head of the plant. “This one here is Lady Gaga." I look down at the naked cyborg body for Gaga and can't help but be amazed at it's lifelesslikedness. But yet, I knew it would be walking around and talking after Lady Gaga suffered from a fatal accident or began dying of a terminal illness for instance. The cyborg replacements waited for the brains to simply be inserted in the skull dome before being activated. This method was thought of as more glamarous than undergoing multiple surgeries to enhance the body with implants like metal bones, hydraulic legs or telescopic eyeballs. In fact people would commit suicide in order to live as a cyborg. I asked Ray what he thought of this. “Often a person can't wait to take some of these bodies for a test drive.” said Ray, smiling. I ask him whether he is a cyborg or not. “Well, that's the point isn't it. The point of the movie Blade Runner. That's why every cyborg is programmed to answer that question straight away. So, no.” I wonder. Have I seen Blade Runner? I begin to watch it on the holographic projection inside my computerized face sheath and carry on with the interview.