"I don't thin you understand the situation," Garland said. "This man—or android—Rick Deckard comes to us from a phantom, hallucinatory, non-existent police agency allegedly operating out of the old departmental headquarters on Lombard. He's never heard of us and we've never heard of him—yet ostensibly we're both working the same side of the street. He employs a test we've never heard of. The list he carries around isn't of androids; it's a list of human beings. He's already killed one—at least once. And if Miss Luft hadn't gotten to a phone he probably would have killed her and then eventually he would have come sniffling around after me."
"Hmm," Phil Resch said.
"Hmm," Garland mimicked, wrathfully. He looked, now, as if he bordered on apoplexy. "Is that all you have to say?"
The intercom came on and a female voice said, "Inspector Garland, the lab report on Mr. Polokov's corpse is ready."
"I think we should hear it," Phil Resch said.
Garland glanced at him, seething. Then he bent, pressed the key of the intercom. "Let's have it, Miss French."
"The bone marrow test," Miss French said, "shows that Mr. Polokov was a humanoid robot. Do you want a detailed—" |
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