Blade Runner

The soul, the entire realness woven into the being of creation, fighting for a breath beneath an ocean of man-made-cyber-horror, brimming with all of humanity's most powerful immediate desires: sex, drugs and violence, all underpinned by the desire to be God; a, now simulacra, of the technological soul where humanity surmounts to its own idea of itself. Every component of being, commodified. Ultimate meaning in presence terminated by the following day's hangover and duty of survival. The power then of symbolism, and dictation of one's own meaning. The triumph of love, that is an act both in spite of and in tandem with the purpose your creator prescribed. Ownership of that in some, again, spite and tandem, with entropy, with the man who planted all the memories in your head - with your love for Coca-Cola, and need to destroy the other.