I’m imagining the scene in Bladerunner 2049 where he talks to the billboard lady.
She leans down and he could swear he could feel her breath on his neck. That could never be the case, she was nothing more than light and sound, but nonetheless the hair on the back of his neck stood up and his face flushed as she approached. He’d dreamed of this every time he passed her on the way home. His fantasies had become reality- She had eyes and they were fixed on him. Her enormous lips whispered in his ear. “Hitler did nothing wrong.”
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Can we skip to the Datakrash now?
R/notheonion
I’m imagining the scene in Bladerunner 2049 where he talks to the billboard lady.
She leans down and he could swear he could feel her breath on his neck. That could never be the case, she was nothing more than light and sound, but nonetheless the hair on the back of his neck stood up and his face flushed as she approached. He’d dreamed of this every time he passed her on the way home. His fantasies had become reality- She had eyes and they were fixed on him. Her enormous lips whispered in his ear. “Hitler did nothing wrong.”