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- Oct 2, 2023
the scene opens to a smoky interrogation room. two grizzled detectives face a a swarthy dark-skinned man in a white linen shirt and pants. he is as profusely mustached as he is sweaty. he rocks back and forth on his cheap chair as the detectives explain what a voight-kampff test is. except instead of asking about animal suffering, they just hand him an ipad open to a hot girl's facebook page and ask him to browse her profile for 10 minutes without posting "show bob" under any of her photos.An English grammar captcha to keep out the Indians he pays, the Indians he doesn't pay, and midwits.
"Surely that's not a problem if you are a mexican from the offworld colonies, like your papers say."
Silence falls across the room, there is only the thrum of the ceiling fan overhead. The man takes a sip from a soda can and grimaces, then haltingly types out a comment, clumsily punching the keys one at a time with his index finger. The detective with glasses looks down, pausing, then looks up, takes a drag of his cigarette, then looks down again. He is completely still, trying to project calm while his eyes begin to dart back and forth across the screen. A single drop of sweat trickles down his brow as he discreetly but frantically presses a panic button under the desk. cut to the ipad screen: "MILK TRUKK JUST ARRIVE. PLS SHOW VAGENE MISS."
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