Do politicians dream of electric sheep?
This had me laughing out loud (I’m such a geek); San Francisco’s mayoral candidates are given the Voight-Kampff test from Bladerunner:
“You’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, Angela, it’s crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back, Angela. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can’t, not without your help. But you’re not helping. Why is that, Angela?
That would never happen. I wouldn’t turn it over in the first place, and the thing with it being in pain is out of the question. Let me ask you, John, how does this fit in to the bigger picture when you ask me about the dying tortoise and the dead butterflies?
They’re just questions, Angela. In answer to your query, they’re written down for me. It’s a test, designed to provoke an emotional response.”