Isidore is the most reliable, 'real' character in this novel and I love him! He goes to Pris to make dinner for her, of course not knowing how little she can truly appreciate it, then revels about the ideology of Mercerism. We see something in Isidore that not many humans in this new world present, hope. Its interesting that Pris is talking about bounty hunters as slayers of life, really, and that J.R. (more than believing) trusts, although he has never heard of these 'bounty hunters.' He claims that all forms of life are protected to the utmost by the govornment and is agast at the idea of someone having a real job like this. Heres where the second parallelism starts. The doubling of 'worlds' of life forms? Then theres the question of a possible thriving false life, cursed life? Question, does it rain or snow in this world? Any sort of weather, apart from dust. Theres a knock on the door...
Funny how Pris calls herself and her androidian friends "psychotic" (and voices this idea of anx) and in chapter 13 Isidore thinks, avadly, that she must be. He seems to have a lot of 'spurts' of realization and enlightened 'visions' in these two chapters as well, reminding me of 'the Rainman'. I dunno about that Roy andy, he seems like the toughest of 'em, with that hint of super-strength and his 'leadership' and disconcern for the other Nexus-6's. Irmgard, on the other hand seems like a sensational andy, pleasant even, with conviction and, my god, a whisp of empathy?!? Oh, and I loved the flare of Bradburyism, with the whole "We're told-- the TV tells us" thing. Points to Dick.
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