The Interview; Flash Wednesday in Normal entries

“Where were you in 1966, sir?”
“Laos.”
“New Mexico?”
“You mean … Yes, I was in New Mexico, right up by the Ho Chi Minh Mesa and the Khymer Rouge Desert.”
“Nice up there?”
“Skiing was good.”
“Says here you’re a vet, why is that?”
“Because there was a box for yes and one for no and you asked me to fill it out.”
“Where’d you serve?”
“New Mexico with the 242nd sunshine corp, sir.”
“Shelly Borchevski wrote in your sophomore yearbook ‘Have a Nice Summer, Homewrecker’”
“What? Where’d you get that?”
“Just answer the question.”
“She was in construction.”
“Nice work?”
“Are you testing me as a replicant?”
“Beg pardon?”
“A skin Job.”
“I just read the questions. Nice work? Construction?”
“I don’t know, she did it, I was at a millinery.”
“Grinding grain?”
“You mean … Yes, a mill in New Mexico. You know we never made replicants.”
“We who?”
“Humans.”
“So, dogs made them?”
“There’s no such thing.”
“Sure there is. I have a three year old beagle and a twelve year old mountain cur, she’s having hip problems, I mix glucosamine and chondroitin in with her kibble.”
“Replicants, wait … yes, there’s no such thing as dogs.”
“I’m not sure I like your attitude.”
“Any idea when you will be. I can’t blow this interview, so, you’re going to have to kick me out.”
“We don’t do that.”
“We who?”
“Me and them like me.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“ … You’re walking in the desert and you find a tortoise on his back …”