Hopdoddy's was not Matthew's first choice. No, in the spirit of the book he was going to have us eat uncooked vegetables and grains at a place called Be Raw. Be Raw, however, was not to be. The waiter had just finished offering us $5 versions of bottled water with essences of cinnamon and rose and whatnot when their credit card reader quit.
It was with little sorrow indeed that we moved around the corner to the delightful antithesis of Be Raw--Hopdoddy Burger Bar, which, when you think about it, is really more fitting to the spirit of the book since we ought to celebrate not living in a post-apocalyptic shell of a city where remaining animals are nigh worshipped. The verdict on Hopdoddy's: would do again.
The main character is Rick Deckard--a second-rate android bounty hunter who is put to the test when his department's senior hunter is defeated by the new Nexus-6 model. The androids can be fitted with false memories and appear completely human within and without (clear forerunners of the Cylons in Battlestar Galactica), and a bounty hunter must deliver an empathy test to distinguish between human and machine. Unlike his cool Harrison Ford counterpart in Blade Runner, the Deckard of the book is humorously pathetic as he, like the other humans left on Earth, dreams primarily of owning a real, live animal instead of maintaining a robotic one for appearances.
Though Philip K. Dick never quite resolves the philosophical questions hinted at in the book, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? serves as a worthy ancestor to the more nuanced variations on the theme in Star Trek and BSG.
He passed by Bryant's receptionist--attractive, with waist-length braided silver hair--and then the inspector's secretary, an ancient monster from the Jurassic swamp, frozen and sly, like some archaic apparition fixated in the tomb world.
And now let's visit Mr. Polokov, he said to himself. He patted his laser tube.
Snapping on his hovercar's engine, he whisked nippity-nip up into the sky...