Great moment in Blade Runner where Roy Batty is expiring, and talks about how everything he’s seen will die with him — ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion, sea-beams glittering before the Tannhauser Gates. Memory is like molten gold burning its way through the skin it stops there. There is no transfer. Nothing I have seen will be remembered beyond me. That merciful cleaning of the windows of creation will be an excellent thing my interests notwithstanding. But then again I’ve never been near Orion, or the Tannhauser gates, I’ve only been here.