**Spoilers Galore, people.**
Scott's version of the Pinocchio Story is by now very familiar.
|"Run it by me one more time..."|
|"Stop! There's a sequel!"|
|Batty meets his Maker.|
|I once was blind, but now I see...|
|Rescuing with nail-pierced hand.|
The first two-thirds of the film masquerades as an Annointing Of The Chosen One story, and devotes the time to fleshing out exactly what the Chosen One will need to rescue humanity from -- a stratified and misery-inducing caste system, basically.
This time there is no doubt whatsoever about whether or not this story's Blade Runner is a Replicant -- his name is KD9-3.7, or "K" for short.
|That's "K" for Kafka, or PKD, etc.|
It becomes increasingly apparent to the viewer that K has internalized and accommodated himself to this class-structure to a degree he is not aware of. He behaves imperiously toward technology designed to serve him, including not just his faithful drone but fellow Replicants offering sexual favours. When his human boss pointedly suggests she too might be up for a shag, he politely declines and returns to his job. In what passes for his private life, he's managed to do one better than Madam -- he has a compliant virtual helpmate and intimate he has purchased, to whom he slowly grants an incremental form of agency.
|An unhappy moment: the Blue Fairy revealed as hoax.|
|Fortunately for K, Deckard is still crap at killing Replicants.|
The scales fall from K's eyes, and he willingly sacrifices himself in the cause of reuniting the Creator with the Created Chosen One. If Batty was Milton's Lucifer, K is the ode-writer who reassures, "They also serve who stand and wait."
|Or shoot, depending.|
|"I'm so glad we had this time together."|
|Luv, in action.|
*Mistakenly, to my mind.