Human? Or Replicant?

In L.A., colors cut through gray. They carve out space, and stand in contrast. The pale blue spotlight. The Japanese shop name in Chinatown, broadcasting in yellow. The golden walls of electrified ziggurats. In L.A., there's no confusion between gray and color.

Not so with people. You can't tell them apart. Not without testing them. Are they real? Flesh and blood? Or Replicants? Slaves manufactured and sold by Tyrell Corporation?

The spinner flew past the red and white neon sign.

"Enjoy Coca-Cola."

Deckard smirked. He remembered hearing that before he was born, Coke was also sold as "The Real Thing."