I suppose it all comes down to whether you believe in fate. If you were to ask me—and I am no great philosopher—I would tell you about two very different films.

The first is Krull: in it, a race of giants sacrifices an eye to see the future, only to be deceived; the only thing they manage to see is the exact moment of their death. The other is Blade Runner, where the replicants only search for more time because they know their expiration date with certainty.

Perhaps, in the end, we are all a bit like Roy Batty in the rain. And, like him, all that remains is to learn to love life until the very last moment.