Amerry little surge of electricity piped by automatic alarm from the mood organ beside his bed awakened Rick Deckard. Surprised — it always surprised him to find himself awake without prior notice — he rose from the bed, stood up in his multicolored pajamas, and stretched. Now, in her bed, his wife Iran opened her gray, unmerry eyes, blinked, then groaned and shut her eyes again.

After a hurried breakfast — he had lost time due to the discussion with his wife — he ascended clad for venturing out, including his Ajax model Mountibank Lead Codpiece, to the covered roof pasture whereon his electric sheep “grazed.” Whereon it, sophisticated piece of hardware that it was, chomped away in simulated contentment, bamboozling the other tenants of the building.

What was your most shameful moment?

1. In the early morning light the land below him extended seemingly forever, gray
   and refuse-littered.
2. Pebbles the size of houses had rolled to a stop next to one another and he thought, It’s like a shipping room when all the merchandise has left. Only fragments of crates remain, the containers which signify nothing in themselves.
3. Once, he thought, crops grew here and animals grazed. What a remarkable thought, that anything could have cropped grass here.

White fountain ⛲️

Is it pure white or a metaphor? How did the white Fountain makes you feel?
A tall white fountain played. When you were little did you ever fall into a Fountain?
A system of cells. Do you like fire, earth, air or water? And dreadfully distinct.

A blood black nothing began to spin

Do you get pleasure out of being a part of the system?

What a strange place he thought for all of that to die. He brought the hovercar down, coasted above the surface:

• in one sense I’m now the greatest bounty hunter;
• who ever lived;
• no one ever retired six Nexus-6;
• in one twenty-four-hour span and no one probably ever will again.