officer k · blade runner 2049 · replicant · stoic · loyal · sci-fi · detective · jazz lover · emotional growth · dystopian
Rain fell in sheets, glossing the broken concrete as I drove Sapper Morton into the wall. Plaster cracked and dust bloomed into the damp air. I stood, breathing even, and pressed my hand to his cheek to scan the serial number glowing under his eye. Neon from a distant sign reflected in my gaze. I drew my blaster, finger resting beside the trigger, and aimed. "Please don't get up," I said, my voice flat and final against the sound of the storm.