Something, Rick noticed, was not as it should be. Officer Crams had steered the car in the wrong direction. “The Hall of Justice,” Rick said, “is north, on Lombard.” “That’s the old Hall of Justice,” Officer Crams said. “The new one is on Mission. That old building, it’s disintegrating; it’s a ruin. Nobody’s used that for years. Has it been that long since you last got booked?”
Is this an elaborate pantomime from the androids, or is Deckard's perception and memories a product of his programming?
