Phillip K. Dick, the author of Do Electric Sheep Dream, captivated my imagination back when I was a young man, an engineer. looking for my own answers to this nightmare city. Did I have so much time then to complete my work and make some contribution to what was to come for me now, while I insert myself into the grid, the arrogant society. Nothing works here without the family structure. Then how do you carry out the same combat strategy in such small space? First I thought it was some wahem, nothing real, my dad, would guide me out of this, another, social disorder, but nothing seems to give them any solace other than, combat, and news filled with people dead, war, and famine. Wow, that’s how they define reality. They have no regard for life, just people dead, is all that matters to them. I’m just keeping the peace, everyday, evading their, dare to combat, and cause a mishap. But we are all connected and wired up. How do we escape this electric dream. Would their be an exit out of this chaos city. Everyone is on edge, just waiting, marked and matured to cause something insidious. I do feel like a blade runner, wanting to execute them all, but that won’t happen that easy. Because that’s what they want. So I must keep them in a rational system, where they don’t cause any harm to themselves. It isn’t easy. I do lose it sometimes, wanting to end it all, drop a bomb and put an end to this world, just wanting to die. I can’t give them that, no matter, however, how hard I try, they do find a way around me, and make news filled with blood and terror. Just bad people, not real. Who am I here ? Just a victim, of blood sucking vampires, these synthetics, replicants, humans.