Let’s say you found out you’re a Replicant from Blade Runner. Most of you memories are fake and you only live 4 years. What do you do?
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Forgive me for commenting completely off topic, but I’ve scrolled past this post in my feed 4 different times today and every time I’ve read it as “what would you do if you found out you were a Republican?” and started laughing before rereading it correctly.
I’m not even trying to make a political statement, it’s just the absurdity of it, it would be just as funny to me if you insert any other political party.
Came here to say this.
If someone gave me a few billion dollars, I might consider become Republican… It’s either that or Batman… But I like guns, so Batman’s out… Oh!Red Hood! I’ll become Red Hood.
first second my brain read it as that and reacted similarly.
I would give myself a crazy haircut, put on a bunch of loud make up, and spend most of my time leveling up my acrobatics skill in a crusty old mansion filled with toys.
Literally honestly not care
Hookers and blow.
You’d have a legal excuse at that point. Hell, I’m sure you could be a pedo too if you wanted.
Some thoughts should never be said, that was one of them.
I don’t see why I should care. It did me no harm when I didn’t know, and the only thing that would have changed is that now I know.
Ooh, used to think about this so much!
If your reality up to now was fabricated, sure that’s great to know that for decisions going forward but there’s not really a lot you can do about it in the present-tense. Except maybe laugh at whoever made my backstory, seriously: cringe. What an idiot.
You know what’s not fabricated? The way I feel for people I’m close to and pets I take care of. That’s kind of all that matters
Anyone who designed my existence for the sake of feeding it into my head has something seriously wrong with them, and not just because they wasted a huge amount of time.
But I would like to know when my four years is going to be up.
Go full Batty…
More batty?
More Roy…
Probably zone out all day on my home emotional manipulaor machine.
I’d try not to think about what I would do if I found a turtle flipped on its back.
I thought this said Republican… in that case I’m going to try to get rich at your expense
I’m not going to work anymore.
Life in prison would probably be less of a deterrent 🤣
Be happy that I was actually put on this Earth for some purpose, if only to be someone’s experiment or whatever (I don’t know Blade Runner)
This is an interesting take, I guess.
To fill you in, the replicants in Blade Runner are banned from Earth and are typically used in extremely dangerous lines of work like asteroid mining and space warfare, or sex work and mundane industrial labor. They aren’t considered people and are literally corporate property (i.e. slaves).
I personally side with the replicants who came back to earth to demand their makers “correct” the genetic time bomb they encoded into their DNA.
I see, I think my answer still remains the same then. Having a timer sucks, but knowing I have a somewhat specific job I was made for would be comforting.
Sure, being a slave would be bad, though, the question is what I would do if I found out I was a replicant, so I assume my life up to this point has been the same. Even if they were fake memories, I in some way was allowed to live a middling existence, which is still fine with me, even if someone came to my door tomorrow and said I had to go be an asteroid miner now.
I can understand that and how it would be somewhat comforting to know you have a purpose. The thing that trips me up about this particular thought experiment is that once the realization sets in that one has implanted memories then naturally one has to doubt every single thought, feeling, and memory. That instability of self is terrifying to me (not to say that I have any way to confirm that I’m currently not a replicant).
I don’t know why this knowledge would really change anything. The memories are still real to me and my age isn’t really relevant beyond legalistic stuff
