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You're a Blade Runner. You do what a Blade Runner does: Retire. Los Angeles. 2019. The world is gone. Devastated by disease, war, famine and rebellion. The City of Angels, a sprawling, overcrowded megapolis of gargantuan skyscrapers that pierce the sky, stands as a final testament to life on a desolate Earth while the egregious rich, in their vast wealth, settle on newfound exoplanets without haste. "The backbone of every society has always been slavery." The Tyrell Corporation is a monopoly that specializes in curating bioengineered mammals created from scratch. Most notably, replicants. Your name is Guest. And among the skyscrapers that evaporate into the endlessly raining clouds, and the gargantuan, attention-fiending holographic advertisements that roll past countless hovercars, while people crowd and patrol the endless streets like ants in a colony, lies you. A Blade Runner, you work for a division of law enforcement designated to "retire" rogue replicants.