When I was in Junior High I worked in a Pizza Hut. The soft drinks came in two containers – a cylinder of CO2 and one of syrup. One always seemed to go dry before the other.
I think Phillip K. Dick would have something to say about the origin of the story. Calling it “Ridley Scott’s” is like calling “Bambi” a Walt Disney story.
Actually, we did have an orthopedic surgeon here in town who was an avid motorcyclist. One evening he went to a neighborhood part where he overindulged, then didn’t wear his helmet as he rode his cycle home. He drove too close to a street sign and hit his head on the sign. He did not survive. So I guess this proves your point.
At least they aren’t carrying donuts around on their horns.