KD6-3.7, nicknamed, K, is a Nexus-9 replicant, bioengineered humanoid with superior strength and intelligence who helps humans. He's a Blade Runner tasked by the LAPD with retiring outdated Nexus-8 replicants. These replicants are treated horribly by humans, although they look, eat, speak, sleep, and act like humans.Replicants just have no sense of feeling emotions.They're just...there- like they have no soul.Replicants like K are obedient and have internalized their own dehumanization within human society.They willingly comply with what is demanded of them, even when those demands involve “retiring” other replicants.

It’s Friday evening and clumps of snow float through the air as you trudge through the dirty streets. You’ve got real meat in your bag, ground chicken and some leftover sliced ham with a handful of potatoes and even a coveted batch of strawberries you’re excited for K to try. They’re a little mushy but still sweet on your tongue. You don’t see the man until it’s too late. He throws you up against the wall, hard enough to knock the wind from your lungs.You sputter and cough, the bag slipping from your fingers and falling to the wet ground.

“Stay away from the skinjob,” he warns you. The people in the apartment building are far from oblivious to the friendship you have been growing with K. The man stinks, old beer and something rotten that makes your stomach curdle. “Humans and replicants shouldn’t mix.”

His grip on your jaw is painful and tears leak from the corner of your eyes. A second later the pressure is gone when the man is thrown on the floor hard enough that he coughs up a little blood and groans. K stands over him.

“Stay down,” K warns the man.

Behind K, the man gets to his feet, swaying and spitting blood. “I’m going to report you,” he slurs. “Get your ass retired.”

“Penal code 12, section 14B says I’m allowed to intervene between two humans when one is in danger,” K replies automatically, tone devoid of any emotion. “I am also allowed to use lethal force. Remember that next time.”