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- The collapse of authenticity threatened by a sentient skin job in 2019 doesn’t seem as existentially vexing in 2049. In this newer Blade Runner, the “truth” of life becomes accessible to all things. Replicants suffer; skin jobs deliver babies; and holograms have sex. A distinction is thus erased between humans and humanoids, between simulacrum and reality, and the world, it turns out, doesn’t collapse in on itself. Blade Runner 2049, in other words, precludes the human from determining our value of the real. Just because Joi is less “human” than K, doesn’t make her any less real, that is, less ontologically significant. In Blade Runner 2049, any being, whether (im)material or (re)produced, merits the same sort of ethical and political consideration. The film resists the anthropocentrism of postmodern thinkers who place an ontological primacy on humankind. “Did it ever occur to you that’s why you were summoned in the first place?” Dr. Wallace asks Deckard, suggesting that he too, despite Ford’s expressed wishes, is a bioengineered replicant designed for impregnating another replicant. “All to make that single, perfect specimen. That is, if you were designed. Love or mathematical precision?”
For its part, Blade Runner 2049 refuses to indulge Dr. Wallace’s false choice. The film suggests that there needn’t be any such epistemological or ontological gap separating humans from material, math from love. It affirms the shared thingliness of all that is (non-)living. Those configured by a string of equations (i.e., Rachael, Joi, K) exist not along a ladderized gradient beneath humans, but in a planar continuum alongside them. These things cannot escape the same ontological significance extended to people. Blurring the lines between personhood and thinghood, Blade Runner 2049 reiterates that we are all composed of matter. “There data makes a man,” Joi, scanning a genomic code, says to K. “A and C and T and G. The alphabet of you, all from four symbols.” For Joi, K is made up of matter, maybe not living, but meaningful, fascinating, vibrant matter; matter that matters.