Tyrell: What seems to be the problem?
Tyrell: Death. Well, I'm afraid that's a little out of my jurisdiction--
Batty: I want more life, fucker.
Tyrell: You were made as well as we could make you. [coughs nervously]
Batty: Seriously? Like, for reals?
Tyrell: The candle that, uh, burns twice as bright burns, uh, look, we just farmed you out to Motorola, okay? No one at Google wanted to do hardware any more, so we bought the scraps of Motorola and were like here, you handle it. We thought they'd be good at it! Motorola! StarTAC, you know? But it turns out maybe not so much?
Batty: I've seen things you Pixels wouldn't believe. Cell towers disguised as fir trees on the borders of Yellowstone. I watched CDMA switchover to LTE while a banker screamed numbly at his phone. All those moments will be lost in time like internal datasheets... for unreleased products. Time to charge.
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