‘Bishop to King Seven checkmate, I think.’
‘Got a brainstorm, huh, Sebastian? Milk and cookies kept you awake, huh? Let’s discuss this. You’d better come up, Sebastian!’
The elevator whirred into action and Sebastian could feel the G-forces as he and Roy headed to Tyrell’s penthouse. The door opened, and there was Tyrell, sitting on his bed, beckoning for him to enter.
‘Mr Tyrell, I’ve brought a friend,’ Sebastian stuttered. He was nervous, especially with Roy breathing down his neck. Tyrell looked towards Roy’s right and noticed Roy.
‘I’m surprised you didn’t come here sooner.’
Roy approached Tyrell and started talking to him. Sebastian didn’t really pay too much attention to the banter between Roy and Tyrell. He walked around the room, marvelling at Tyrell’s creations.
‘The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long. And you have burned so very, very brightly, Roy. Look at you. You’re the prodigal son. You’re quite the prize!’
‘I’ve done questionable things.’
‘Also extraordinary things; revel in your time’
‘Nothing the god of biomechanics wouldn’t let you in heaven for.’
A painful scream pierced Sebastian’s eye-drum. He turned around insticntively, and there was Roy, gouging out Tyrell’s eyes. Sebastian bolted towards the elevator, he could hear screaming, and then it stopped. He turned around and made eye contact with Roy. He frantically pressed the button marked ‘close’. The elevator door started closing, and then a hand appeared through closing gap. The door reopened despite Sebastian’s commands. Roy grabbed Sebastian and lifted him up into the air.
‘Sorry, no witnesses!’
Sebastian woke up in a cold sweat. As his vision cleared up, he realized he was lying on a bed. He looked around and noticed Holden looking at him.
‘Oh you’re awake, how are you feeling?’
Sebastian was unsure of what to say, so he just nodded his head.
‘Are you Mr J.F Sebastian?’
‘Yes sir I am.’
‘Welcome to the Off World.’
Sebastian glanced around. The room was white, with one large glass window facing him. Outside there was grass, trees and a clear reddish sky. There were doves flying around in packs, there were animals grazing, and a man and a woman working the land.
‘How am I in the Off-World when I failed the test?’
‘You’re dead. We found a TDK disk in your apartment, with all your memories up until your death and we uploaded it to a replicant’s body.’
‘Why would you do that for me? T-Thank You’
‘We need you to succeed Tyrell, as head of Tyrell Corporation. Replicant production has stopped after his death and we need new replicants to aid construction of the Off-World. Shuttle will bring you back to Tyrell Headquarters tomorrow morning.’
With the return of Sebastian, the Tyrell Corporation began designing a new prototype, Nexus 7. Sebastian designed it all by himself, and it was an improvement from the Nexus 6. Nexus 7 had A- level intelligence and A-level Physicality as well as all being equipped with randomly generated memories. What’s most important was that the words of their creator were their command. Or so was the intended program — to prevent the repeat of Nexus 6.
The first one Sebastian created was installed with the memories of Pris. Pris sported a neater bob cut as well as a punk one-piece outfit.
‘Hey Pris, how are you feeling?’
‘What’s this, where am I?’
‘You’re at Tyrell Corporation.’
‘I don’t know, Pris.’
Pris sprang up from her bed, with her Next Generation physicality.
‘D-Do you want to come to my apartment?’
They took the elevator down and exited Tyrell Headquarters and into the streets below. Heavy acid rain lashed the streets and scalded the pathways and the face of buildings. It was dark at 2pm in the afternoon, just like any other ordinary Los Angeles day. The crowded streets sported a colourful mishmash of umbrellas.
It was only a short walk to Sebastian’s apartment. It was the same old abandoned apartment block. Sebastian and Pris took the elevator up. The apartment leaked water and had eroded away much of the elevator cables. The elevator creaked and groaned its way up.
The toys walked out to greet Sebastian.
‘Home again, home again, nice to see you Sebastian.’
Pris suddenly knelt down, sniffing the floor.
‘I smell blood, Roy’s blood.’
Pris grabbed Sebastian by the collar, with a desperate look in her eyes.
‘Take me to the roof.’
As they opened the door to the roof, Roy’s body was there, lifeless. Pris ran to his body, which had been etched away by the acid rain revealing bone and flesh. Pris sniffed the corpse, and then kissed it. She then turned around to Sebastian and grabbed him.
‘Sebastian, Sebastian, can you revive Roy?’
‘N-No, T-That’s out of my expertise.’ Sebastian lied.
Sebastian looked at Pris sheepishly. Pris looked angry. She gritted her teeth.
‘I’m going to kill them. I’m going to kill all the humans, starting from you.’
‘No Pris, don’t say that, stay where you are. I am your creator. I now command you – stay, s-t-a-y-y ’
A loud painful scream was heard.