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where — "
"We produced what the colonists wanted," Eldon Rosen said. "We followed the time-
honored principle underlying every commercial venture. If our firm hadn't made these
progressively more human types, other firms in the field would have. We knew the risk we
were taking when we developed the Nexus-6 brain unit. But your Voigt-Kampff test was a
failure before we released that type of android. If you had failed to classify a Nexus-6
android as an android, if you had checked it out as human — but that's not what happened."
His voice had become hard and bitingly penetrating. "Your police department — others as
well — may have retired, very probably have retired, authentic humans with underdeveloped
empathic ability, such as my innocent niece here. Your position, Mr. Deckard, is extremely
bad morally. Ours isn't."
"In other words," Rick said with acuity, "I'm not going to be given a chance to check out a
single Nexus-6. You people dropped this schizoid girl on me beforehand." And my test, he
realized, is wiped out. I shouldn't have gone for it, he said to himself. However, it's too late
now.
"We have you, Mr. Deckard," Rachael Rosen agreed in a quiet, reasonable voice; she
turned toward him, then, and smiled.

He could not make out, even now, how the Rosen Association had managed to snare him,
and so easily. Experts, he realized. A mammoth corporation like this — it embodies too
much experience. It possesses in fact a sort of group mind. And Eldon and Rachael Rosen
consisted of spokesmen for that corporate entity. His mistake, evidently, had been in viewing
them as individuals. It was a mistake he would not make again.
"Your superior Mr. Bryant," Eldon Rosen said, "will have difficulty understanding how you
happened to let us void your testing apparatus before the test began." He pointed toward the
ceiling, and Rick saw the camera lens. His massive error in dealing with the Rosens had
been recorded. "I think the right thing for us all to do," Eldon said, "is sit down and — " He
gestured affably. "We can work something out, Mr. Deckard. There's no need for anxiety.
The Nexus-6 variety of android is a fact; we here at the Rosen Association recognize it and I
think now you do, too."
Rachael, leaning toward Rick, said, 'How would you like to own an owl?
"I doubt if I'll ever own an owl." But he knew what she meant; he understood the business
the Rosen Association wanted to transact. Tension of a kind he had never felt before
manifested itself inside him; it exploded, leisurely, in every part of his body. He felt the
tension, the consciousness of what was happening, take over completely.
"But an owl," Eldon Rosen said, "is the thing you want." He glanced at his niece
inquiringly. "I don't think he has any idea — "
"Of course he does," Rachael contradicted. "He knows exactly where this is heading.
Don't you, Mr. Deckard?" Again she leaned toward him, and this time closer; he could smell
a mild perfume about her, almost a warmth. "You're practically there, Mr. Deckard. You
practically have your owl." To Eldon Rosen she said, "He's a bounty hunter; remember? So
he lives off the bounty he makes, not his salary. Isn't that so, Mr. Deckard?"
He nodded.
"How many androids escaped this time?" Rachael inquired.
Presently he said, "Eight. Originally. Two have already been retired, by someone else; not
me."
"You get how much for each android?" Rachael asked.
Shrugging, he said, "It varies."
Rachael said, "If you have no test you can administer, then there is no way you can identify
an android. And if there's no way you can identify an android there's no way you can collect