EXCERPT The opening of Bladerunner. They are trying to screen out replicants at the Tyrell Corporation. Seated amongst a battery of medico-military surveillance equipment, a doctor scans the eye of a suspected ‘skin job’ located at the other side of the room, searching for the index of inhumanity, for the absence of pupil dilation response to affect: “Tell me about your mother.” “I’ll tell you about my mother …” a volley of shots kicks 70 kilos of securicrat shit through the wall. Technoslicked extraterritorial violence flows out of the matrix. Cyberrevolution…